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Alia Kansas Jul 2010
Wonder how you'd feel
If you knew I'm up at three
Writing poetry...
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
I hate when life flips you over on your face

Dragging you through gravel roughly without any resistance or thought to the pain you feel as your flesh is torn, sending streaks of crimson in a linear formation as you continue your journey to god knows where.
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
And you'll never know
That I still get butterflies
From seeing your face.
Alia Kansas Nov 2010
Why dost thou sigh and gaze so far away?
Why don’t thee look up to the sun so bright?
Thou eyes doth fill with sorrow, bleak and gray,
Thy see not brightest day but darkest night.
Thy mind creeps o’er the worthless toils here,
Thy heart yearns hard to spread thy eager wings,
Thy shalnt be long in this place, do not fear,
Much glory, love and laughter future brings.
While now thou sigh and sadly contemplate,
And future’s freedom seem eons apart,
Remember Glory comes at later date,
And Future always whispers in your heart.
Though thou may feel these words bring no relief,
In Time’s eye, feelings now are only brief.
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
...
Did you...
Did you know
Sometimes...
You still make it hard for me to breathe?
Arianna Noelle
Alia Kansas Aug 2010
I've hated you
Despised you
Wanted you dead
Wanted never to hear your voice again
But now
I can't hate you
It means love
Hate means love
In size equivalence
So to rid myself of you
I'm neutral
I don't care
I walk away
Closure
At last
I'm free.
Alia Kansas Sep 2010
In such despair can be found hope
In lies can be found truth-
But not for those who feed on lies
Let suckle from their youth-
Oh hearts that die and wither slow!
Such hopeless cry shall never know-
Yet- truth with glory reigns beside
For those of whom do seldom lie-
Hearts- slow despair- are slow to die!
And live a joyous life-
Alia Kansas Aug 2010
When I met ya,
I wasn't ready for ya
I knew it wasn't over when it ended.
Writing poetry
Late into the night
Creeping up in my dreams
I knew it wasn't over when it ended.
Now
(I knew I was right)
I knew it wasn't over when it ended.
It'll be a while;
This I'm sure
But it won't be long (yeah)
You see,
I need to discover me
Before I can re-discover you.
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
I read your diary
And I found out
I found out you hate me
So it makes me
Feel better hating you
Even if it's just
Just I found out
In a dream.
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
I swear I will not
Stop wanting you until I
Finally have you.
Arianna Noelle- Haiku Series :)
Alia Kansas Sep 2010
This ode is for you,
Dear attention seeker,
Why dost thou plague those
Who seek to make the world sweeter?
With our rhymes and our stanzas
Our meter and verse
Why have you come here to make things much worse?
I ponder these things
In time I have free,
And I have come up with
just one possibility:
Troll, whomever you may be, O troll!
We are all convinced you haven't a soul.
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
You are so **** fine
The way I see it is you,
Have GOT to be gay.
Alia Kansas Nov 2010
Dost thou not tread so gently in the night?
Unto thy face thy fear do not display,
Upon thy brow dost thou not show delight?
Yet who can say tis so, O who can say!
Thy lips tell tales of sweetest love and worth,
And night creep slow to make a pallid face,
It shows such woes and sorrows, death and birth,
Mortality directs it to the place.
Thou often wonder if thine face show young,
If time did not etch lines upon thy skin,
The words of thee would live not on thy tongue,
No rhymes or tales would ere end or begin.
Without the fears and years displayed to thine,
How dost thou face display the pass of time?
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
I see myself on a cream white bed, crisp sheets with a black frame

elevated so that when you throw me down, my long hair cascades around my face like a vision of a mermaid underwater

The room would be slightly lit, but only by a lamp of two

The shadows emphasize our muscles, toned and beautiful to each other

The floors are carpeted with something expensive so that when we move our feet it's silent

The bed does not creak and the only sound is a slight breeze coming through a cracked window door with curtains waving softly, dancing in the growing dusk

As I see it, one hand holds you up above me slightly and our bodies curve together

My long slender legs open slightly as my dress falls down into my thighs and piles on the floor

The exertion of my breathing moves the fabric covering my *******, emphasizing my collarbones

I see my arms up together above my head, wrists being held by your one hand as we breathe, panting before anything has really happened

I see myself close my eyes and turn my head a little to the left to shiver in pleasure as you bestow a kiss to my neck

Turning in synchronized motions as you move your head and lips lower, grazing my collarbones and erupting goosebumps down my spine and I turn my head back to accommodate your advances

The hand holding my wrists releases like an octopus releasing ink as it swiftly moves like a cat of prey to the base of my skull

Grabbing my hair, your hand pulls back to tilt my lips up to meet yours, aggressively but sensual and I moan involuntarily

You pull my hair again as you realize it very much excites me

Not everyone can do this, but you definitely get away with it.

Your tongue, as sweet as I remember but with more force than our first kiss begins to explore my mouth. Our tongues intertwine and my newly free hands wander up to your face, through the soft curls of your hair, caressing the perfect definition of your cheekbones and tracing down to the nape of your neck

Down further, unbuttoning more than was before, until your chest I have so wanted to see in person and not just facebook pictures, the marble perfection like Michaelangelo's David

Your beauty makes me want to cry

Your perfection

And you think I am perfect

I disbelievingly place my fingertips upon your perfect skin and you shiver from my touch

Your shiver makes me realize that we are both human and you are not the God I make you out to be

You are though, to me, in this room, so human and so ethereal at once
Growing bolder, I grasp at the incredibly smooth skin and move down your hard, muscular stomach

So incredible

I have wanted this for so long

I let out a moan of desire and approval which you stifle with a kiss

Grabbing my wrists again with one hand you bring them back behind my head, releasing them again to pull my hair back as my entire body reacts, back arching, hips raising up to meet you. I want to wrap my legs around you and have you right there, bring you into me with all the force of my longing and waiting

My hands bring closer this reality as they race to your belt and hastily attempt to remove the buckle

Desperately, you have reduced me to crying with desire for you, moaning wantonly like a ***** instead of the image of sophistication I presented for you not twenty minutes ago before you enticed me to fulfill the desires of my past, the desires always in the back of my mind, lurking like creatures in the deep, dark and forbidden

Satisfyingly, I manage to get your belt undone and pry open the buttons with my fingers, still shaking with desire

I want you to satisfy me, to fulfill the ache for you to be inside of me, loving me, caressing me, idolizing me

Calling me a Goddess as I call your name

That will come later

For now I attempt to lower your pants

I raise myself with my arms behind me, my hair cascading down my back like some sort of bronze waterfall

I stand, still inches shorter than you, tilting my head only slightly as I gracefully bring my arms over your developed shoulders

And press you close

I want to feel your hardness against my everything

I want to bring myself as close to you as physically possible

You are everything I have ever wanted, you are the man I have dreamed of

And tonight you are mine

I tip my head back, hair tickling your fingers, and moan in ecstasy of
the thought of really having you

You obviously don't know what you do to me

But judging by what is between your legs, maybe I do something to you too

I want to be more than a good **** and I feel like I am to you

As the stars appear and twilight turns to darker night, our whispered fears fall out the window and you see me as I see you; perfect and completely ideal in every way

You are my dream, the wish I made upon a star, here in my arms, pressed against me, wanting me as I want you.
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
The color green with drops of dew spreading on eternally
The darker woods to meet the green over on the edge
A meadow, dandelions grow waiting to be wished upon
The insects crawl upon the earth not caring, knowing, needing
She meets him here (in thought) too often situations running wild
As in her mind he comes to her with only her upon his brain
No other girl; reality can't touch her in the meadow
His breath descends upon her close, her lips anticipate the same
This wish this kiss electrifies with new decisions made and kept
She sighs alone not knowing if his lips do taste of sweet or brine
He himself becomes translucent, wavers, bends, and slips to nothing
Only here where wishes come to be as real as flesh and bone
Have two lips met  so real to her and yet so obviously not
Perhaps someday, even today, who knows the answer, no one does
But for the moment she's alone to wish in fields of dandelions.
Alia Kansas Nov 2010
Thy furry ****** fur that do not glow,
It show not social status,  worth or wealth,
Upon thy lovely face thy make it grow,
Yet flatter thee it does not, bring no health.
What is the purpose of thy fuzziness?
Dost thou wish to appear more masculine?
Dost burgeoning of dark bring happiness?
Thou wishest to appear more than thy kin?
But while my dislike for thy beard is true,
Thou art a lady lovely, sweet and fair,
And while she love your eyes of green and blue,
She loveth all thine scruffy ****** hair.
So while I feel thy lookest like a ***,
She still believe you shineth like the sun.
Alia Kansas Jul 2010
I was feeling scared
Alone, afraid of what the week would bring
So I retreated
Back to bed and dreamed a little dream
Thank you so, subconscious
You've made me so much better
This dream,
This wish
From tips of tongues before they have been uttered
Oh the hope it brings
And how it seems to wash away my fears
Distractions, old but not forgotten symbolized in recent dreams
Bittersweet, the one who left but it's okay I guess I'd say
I learned a lesson, wish it hadn't been with him but hey, whatever
Anyhow, it's him who comes to me to save me from my thoughts
It's in my dream he comes and says he'd like to go down to an island
In my dreams before, I guess, there is a path I'd often traveled
"Come with me" I say and grab his hand as we go to an island
****** Islands; two hundred and fifty plus miles from where I stand
But in the dream, ventured familiar, through a gate and through another
These sandy beaches, paradise, especially with present company
And so a kiss he plans to give and it is not a lucid dream
He wants to kiss me, not the other way around, this has importance
I know we'll continue this charade in dreams of mine;  unlikely
Waking comes before we reach the first gate, try to keep my eyes shut
Snap, back in bed in this small town, oh well, and truly that's okay
Because... because? That dream, it whispers things...
of things...
Things yet to be.

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