PixieWee: Poems

1.7k · Feb 2018

The Organ

PixieWee Feb 2018

Beyond the realm of everyday
In mankind’s attempt
to portray the mystical and metaphysical
Sounds are bent

The Shepard’s tone is heard
But a human presence is felt
For in each note you hear a breath
An exhale from within
that make the soul melt

sounds made with air
a human quality
For it needs to breathe like you and me
Bringing the feeling of Religiosity

Stone walls and Choirs
Stained glass and pews
Added with The *****
Sets a polyphony muse

~ p.w

Like to thank Pepper Dove with being my Motivation to get this done as it took me some time to become confident with it

#music

1.1k · Apr 2017

My mistresses eyes

PixieWee Apr 2017

My mistresses eyes

Shakespeare once said
"My mistresses eyes are nothing like the sun"
But oh how her eyes are now the sun itself and when i cross pathes with them my eyes are set a blaze.
When she gazes apon me I feel the rays of her past hatred leisurely creep across my spine and seep into my skin towards my already separated heart.

~p.w

-16/10/16 (04/04/17 edited)

1.0k · Apr 2017

Coffee Stained Lips

PixieWee Apr 2017

Coffee Stained Lips

The heat between us radiated like a boiling kettle

Skin touching skin like water in the cup

Our bodies stirred together and her eyes sparkled like white sugar

The milky moon poured it's light across her skin as the night brewed away

Her lips tasted of a strong fresh coffee

The kiss was hot but I wanted more.

~p.w

- 11/04/17

997 · May 2017

Touch of Death

PixieWee May 2017

Touch of Death

Have you ever experienced the touch of death ?
I have..
Ive felt her thieving hands run through my hair.
Ive felt her abandoned palms hold my skin.
Had her frostbite fingers trace the paths of a thousand winters across my face.
I watched as she stole everything from me.
Helplessly watching as it all disappeared.
I hid my tears amongst the April showers
Watering the flowers for the funeral in May.
The numbness of her artic touch has made my life eternally blue.
But we continue to smile because that's what life expects us to do.

~p.w

13/05/17

In memory of my Father 28/04/16

991 · Apr 2017

Deep Heat Kisses

PixieWee Apr 2017

Deep Heat Kisses

Clothes on the floor, Her hands on my skin

She intwined her fingers with the knots in my back

As the deep heat seeped into my skin

There was a sudden burn comforted by soft lips

The more I felt her lips the more it burnt

Her kisses burnt when our lips were one

But I continued to kiss her because I knew I wasn't done.

~p.w

11/04/17

516 · Apr 2017

Ocean Eyes

PixieWee Apr 2017

Ocean Eyes

Heavy waters mixed with dark blue skies
I can't help thinking about her ocean eyes
Deeper than the Atlantic stretching far beyond ones soul
Stare into her eyes and she'll take you for a stroll
The spots of green breathed life so I took her by the hands
She showed me all the waters now I'd show her all the lands.

~p.w

-12/04/17

509 · Jul 2017

D E A D R O S E S

PixieWee Jul 2017

D E A D R O S E S

We gifted each other dead roses..

Light hearted kisses turned into a thirst for one another..
the type of love meant for a lover.

And in sinful desires and lust we were drenched..
The type of love that struggles to be quenched.

Her nails carved crimson chasms across my spine..
a clear visage of Red Rose vine.

Her Scarlet lips drew blood to my collar..
she was gifted with the ways of a master but was merely the scholar.

I gifted her with a lilac necklace while she gave me a rose-petal tie..
I closed my eyes blinded by an all time high.

The petals bloomed with personae on my neck..
She imprinted every move on my body until check.

We lay in the sheets like two roses wrapped in a bouquet.
Twisted as one I knew that we'd be okay.

We hid our thorns in the beauty of the moon light..
Our love slowly softened nearing midnight.

We lay there together entwined with one another..
In this life I knew we were destined for each other.

~p.w

-05/07/17
It took me forever to write this piece and I'm still unsure of it. I hope you enjoy it

#deadroseslusthickeysloveflowers

465 · Oct 2017

T H E R A I N

PixieWee Oct 2017

T H E R A I N

They say when a swimmer dies
the heavens cry out the vast waters they swam in
Giving each raindrop a unique taste.
I’m glad the ocean was your favorite
Because as I sit here in the rain
I can lie to myself and say my tears are your oceans waves

~p.w

To my late friend Samantha Laubscher

461 · Sep 2017

Shadow Culture

PixieWee Sep 2017

Shadow Culture

S H A D O W C U L T U R E

Time eroded your voice from my ears
The voice I'd hoped to hear for many more years..
Darkness's veil clouded me from your gaze
In confusion I stood for days.
My mind trapped in a conscious maze..
The lingering melancholy of what was once joy is no more
It left me in the month of four.
My Parabatai
Gone...
A long battle fought but the enemy
Won...
Do not let me suffer my fathers fate
For I want to be an old man at heavens gate.
I fear my prayers may be to late
So in the shadows I shall wait.

~ p.w

A poem written for my late father

410 · Nov 2018

THE GREAT MORNING FIRE

PixieWee Nov 2018

THE GREAT MORNING FIRE

Darkness peacefully speckled with celestial bodies.
The great Obsidian leaked a violet flare.
Violet melted into a baby blue and on it floated a salmon lid.
Streaks of gold gracefully pierced the abyss Coating the nimbus in a honey.
The sky brewed into a ginger before the horizon set fire.
Its light spread at full length across the land as it rose into the sky.
Starting the day.

~p.w

I’ve been working on the wording of this one for almost a year. I hope you all enjoy

401 · Apr 2017

Love

PixieWee Apr 2017

Love

I want to feel loved but I don't want a snake..
I want to give my love and not have to break..
Why do I feel all the women I know are fake..
Why..
Because love itself is like an ocean and I'm drowning in a dried up lake.

~p.w

13/11/16

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