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 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Infamous one
Looking a photots wondering what went wrong
I stood my grown I was me but they moved on
I wonder what made them stop loving me
Thinking of how I could've hot them back
Instead let them walk away no communication
I took their dishonest word and got replaced
Asking why but they have no reason
Changed and gorgotten like the seasons
The heart feared to love but once the love was given broken into pieces with lies and false promises
Her time was a waste of mine
My time was wasnt worthy of hers
Loving her was a big regret
Her wicked ways convinced to stay
Can't believe what they say
But their beauty manipulated you everyday
You may mock at what she knows
But the gypsy Rose
Shows me
My future and my poverty in history.
She
Ties up time in a crystal ball
I fall under her spell.
And well enough that you may mock
May knock the fortunes told.
She says that I will not get old and wrinkled like the well worn pages of a book
And all it took was that gypsy look into the ball.
Again and every time I fall
I stand tall upon her ministry.

Finished with me
I cross her palm and in it put a golden crown.
And the gypsy Rose bows down to me.
"Thank yee koind Sir",says she.
This Rose without a thorn
From the day that I was born and until I reach the end
My friend will always be
The fortune teller.
Sometimes it's like I'm being hijacked by the voice
That leaves me no choice
But to do,so I do
And you'd better believe
When I say the voice doesn't leave
It's a stayer.
A crazy game player
And I am the puck
Do I give a ****?
Hell no.
This madness will come,it will go
and how do I know?
The voice told me so,
I don't care.

When the voice isn't there I'm alone
On my own it's not nice
The mice start to gnaw at my bones and they're sore
So
I love my voice
A choice or not?
My voice is a friend
The only one I've got.

Have you got a voice?
Does it give you any choice?
Or like me are you stuck?
Do you give a ****?
I don't.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Andreus Soprano
The woman with the blue eyes.
She captured my essence with her glare.
I turned around and tried not to stare.
I have to admit she caught me by surprise.

There for a moment, enough to make an impact.
Time to pick my heart off the floor, still intact.
I may never know who she is or understand why
If I only had the chance to just say hi.
Betrayal of Love

We said it was forever
We said never to part
We said we will always be there for each other
You have always been my best of friends for couple of years
We have been together
Through laughter and tears
But today the tears are all mine alone

Why can't you love me the way you should
What happens to the bond of trust we had
I thought we are always going to be there for each other
I never knew am wondering in the world of betrayal

I thought you would never leave me
I thought lie was never part of us
You said you loved me
You spoke those words that emitted through your vocal cords like a venom
You are nothing less than a snake
Looking through my eyes into my core so delicately computing your plans to **** everything inside me
I never knew I was a dreamer
Betrayal is all you got to payback my love
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Terry Collett
They never felt the vibrations
Of the voices out of the walls
Like you did, never heard their
Ghosts call from the mouths of
Birds from the fields below
The asylum window, or felt
The cold embrace of depression’s
Touch, at least not over much.

They never counted the distance
From bed to wall from wall to door
And back again, never felt the pinch
Or punch of each new day, each new
Hour, never thirst for the next drink
That never came, that teased
And tormented like good old demented
You, you with the Marylyn Monroe
Walk, the Greta Garbo talk.

From the asylum window you
Would stand and stare and watch
The seagulls in the air, see the seasons
Change from hot to cold, from light
To dark and never forget your demon’s
Hold, your lover’s eyes, his voice,
His sickly smile, the way he touched
You that final time, and all you could do
After you stabbed him through, as an
Exciting encore, was to kiss his dying
Lips as you’d never kissed before.
POEM COMPOSED IN 2009.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Robert Guerrero
Your body tenses
You want me to kiss you more
From your lips to your neck
My hands exploring your body
Learning every curve It has
Kissing your body
Where my hands just reached
Your breathing is heavy
Our pulses racing
In sync with each others
We were born for this moment
Making love to each other
Your body so close to mine
Naked and sweaty
Smooth skin calling me on
My ******* not ceasing
Your moans growing louder
The next door neighbors
Yelling out their window
To keep it down
But how can I do that
When your slightest touch
Gets me up and hard
And all my mind and body wants
Is to have you close to me
Plunging myself deep between your legs
Going through the motions
To make you say my name
To hear you moan even louder
To feel your body twist and turn
As your ******* peaks
While my heart fuses with yours
I whisper I love you one more time
Just as I come to your voice saying the same
You beg me to stay in bed with you
Your eyes say you want me more
So I wrap you in my arms
We lay there for hours
Our hunger burning again
And I flip you on your back
Clasp both your hands
Pin you to the bed
And look into your eyes
That seem to scream that you want me
So I kiss your neck
Your body tenses again
We start making love again
I love this poem :)
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