Life never turns out how you'd like. It never steers you where you'd think it would where you hoped it would. Life constantly hands you a left when you wanted a right. Gives you a hand full of **** when the other guy gets a royal flush. I've now come to know that it's just inevitable. Expect nothing. Hope nothing. Life will never give you what you think you need. It never gives you what you ask for.
She is there and waiting His touch she is anticipating His words always move her His words always sooth her
His poems fill her with desire He kisses her neck, it tingles like fire His hands caress her with tenderness She wants this moment to be endless
Tells her poems of Bryon, Dylan Thomas and Poe Words like music that fill her soul He makes love to her like no other man could He makes her want him more than she should
She never thought she could be captivated by poetry Never thought it would open up her passion so free Never thought she would give in to this man His words excite her more than anything else can
Now he has to go away and she lets him go It is so hard when her body craves him so His passion could never ever be mistook For now she knows she has to close the book
towering gently overflowing with heightened awareness subtle hints of blade’s keen glittering chiseled edges untamed rugged surface powerfully averts gale’s acrid tempest vigor pulsating that doth persuade the cloud’s reflections if i shall not again embrace a meager glimpse; a demure echo of thine towering mounts my soul shall ever suffer
my spirit soars with e'er one glance of thine majestic presence replete with reminiscence seasons stir and beg thine tender mercies to house the changing leaves at dusk of autumn’s auburn portraits and give birth to crystal snow cascading peripherally in winter which melding into spring then begs thy bluffs to cover in soft amethyst of columbine blossoming first light of summer
‘tis not paramount to scale high aloft thine peaks in escalation for small sheer glances stamp forever with imperial impressions and ‘tho i’ve traveled ‘round and savored nature’s varied essence none can compare thine evergreens laced in aspens nuance my breath is gone and shan’t return ‘til in thy shadow casting i stand and look upon thine hallowed face the rocky mountains
The May rains are coming down A smile has replaced my ugly frown The smell of fresh earth is hovering in the air I'm experiencing a feeling so serene and rare What a relief from the sweltering heat! Ah!...look a rainbow has come out to greet The birds are taking shelter in my window sill In a beautiful weather like this all i want to do is close my eyes,take in all of the magic around me and just chill
Because I know My life is fleeting The end is at my front door Today or tomorrow Maybe a lot later And that is what saves me To live, truthfully We must our accept our demise Take the time And learn to see What it takes to make us wise The moments that we have Together Will last forever. It's about believing and breathing The leaves that come back Will always come back They change and they fall But I won't. Not yet.
If you're ever on the riverside where the sun beats your head you would see the old man selling hats of palm leaf but you care not to notice him having already smelled the sea and too keen to cross the river travel southward on the island till the saline wind scalds your eyes your skins itch to jump into the waves yet the man with the palm leaf hats would not cease to tell you how burning would be the sun on the sands and so badly you need to protect the head by parting bucks that mean nothing to you but a world to the mouths he feeds and before you stamp on him a final no she has one atop her hair beneath which her eyes flutter like butterflies her sun rouged cheeks untimely blush and two born anew lovers merrily head for the sea having bought romance for forty bucks.
I want to be creative Correction I want to have amazing streaks of imagination fill me Until they flow out onto paper And I want that everyday I want the world to inspire me I want to paint the world in a new perspective To share it with you
Whirlwinding into a warm, sudden updraft last, pink, pale petals find each other, swirling.... Blushing once, they flutter down, brushing the earth, nesting back into gravity.
Maybe the dawn may someday cease to burn maybe the moon might one day cease to glow maybe my ulcer will someday cease to churn Or bamboo might get too stunted to grow maybe the stars may end up falling from space maybe mountains will someday crumble and sink maybe my footprints might fade and be hard to trace maybe roses might someday lose their scent and rather stink maybe donkeys and ***** might stop to bray and chameleons surrender their camouflage maybe the nuns and monks will cease to pray maybe death may hesitate to collect my fuselage But the love that boils in my heart will forever erupt cause I'm quite certain even fate is too inspired to interrupt