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 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
The death that I've dealt
So silent and sweet

They never saw me coming
They didn't hear a thing

I came upon them
So happy and free

That is until that night
Until they saw me

I took away their happy
Took away their free

I took away their everything
I took it all for me

Me I have no happy
I surely have no free

So enjoy it while you have it
You never know where I could be
 May 2014
Vanessa Gatley
For 1st time
  Sense that I'm  wanted
By the love of a boy  
No need for cool tears  
NO
Never again will evil conquer  
Light will  shine
Through my glow
Thanks to  
                             You
I've never thought that I had beauty
 May 2014
Poetic T
All I wanted was a single
pair, is that to much to ask
as I search my draw this
is driving me insane I'm
pulling out my hair.

I only brought some a
couple of days ago, and
now they have got separated
in my draw. How can they
vanish in to thin air, how can
there be so many singles and
not a pair.

I have green, yellow, marvel
but they are single not a pair,
I may have to wear mixed but
that goes trough me as there not
the same. People look at my feet
and see yellow and pink giving
me a funny stare.

Dam you sock monster eating
singles with out a care, couldn't
you eat in pairs so at least I would
not look stupid when I take off
my socks, am I the only one that cares
 May 2014
Poetic T
Look boys its not a toy, you hit
to hard it,ll swell and it'll  be soar
for a few days for me or you not
to touch.

Yes its hairy like a rain forest
some times in the winter I leave
its coat on as frost bit lips hurt
like me kicking you in the nuts.

Summer comes and then I do
trim, I leave a line nicely shaved,
I leave it there so you know
where to touch, its not a hard
place to find hairless or not. But
my **** is in the same place, so
be gentle if you touch.

You need to stoke the fire, kisses
caresses and words of lust, cos if
its not wet then the fire hasn't been
stoked, fingers need nails cut, as
anything sharp put up will lead
to a knee in your face or nuts. If
you try to put it in dry, It'll hurt
me but split your skin you thinking
I'm on but its you bleeding which
will hurt very much.

Its not your **** bank, it does
take deposits but you don't have
to jack hammer it, use your hand
with **** if you fancy it hard then
play with your hand.

Its a thing of beauty so treat as
such, respect the ****** and do
take care its your wet patch for
you to poke but try hurt it and
my nails will grind your nuts to dust...
thinking from a ladies point of view.
 May 2014
amrutha
Tall palm trees swaying to the summer breeze
Do ye hear the wailing of the Zamindar's dog?
Peasants watering the fields, their struggles to cease
The scent of the wet soil and the morning fog.

Laughing alongside the silent river those women
Sparkly doe-shaped eyes, balancing a *** on their heads
To a confident rhythm their bare hips sway, raw beauty doesn't hide
Bending over to fetch water under the scorching sun overhead.

Frowning at the tropical summer fate
Young men walking behind the gloomy cattle
One haughty whip whack on the animal's back
They move on through the peaceful village rattle.

People witness the first rays of the sun
They continue to work even after the days choke
Dancing to the tunes of sheer simplicity
Live the wise and healthy village folk.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Could I love you more than I
love my self, I have a glass ceiling
not to look at my lover, but to
look at my self when I pleasure
with hand I look up at my self.

Could you love me more than
I do my self, you have tried to
break the chain, saying I'm
self absorbed with my self, but
your just jealous because I look
better than you in body and face.

I am all alone, no friends to call
my own, I lost my woman through
her jealousy of me loving my self, I
look in the mirrors around the house
and I think am I vain, self absorbed,
then I kiss the mirror and think good
I'm beautiful I only need me as I love myself...
I knew some one like this, still makes me laugh how much they loved them selves
 May 2014
Jack
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Disintegrating dreams

I find I can no longer stand
as this ground about me shakes with might
Thunderous hooves of imaginary wild horses,
panting in heavy breaths, kicking dust before soiled eyes,
claiming to take down fences
of wire and stick, laying waste in sun dried foot prints
creating a mosaic of dream-like designs,
spiraling uncontrolled as the artist fades like fall colors
still trapping hopeless romantic thoughts,
locked within reach and just out of sight

Challenging the earth to steady the plates
suspended above me on thin shafts of deep desire,
spinning like clocks in an opposite direction
telling time it has no place here

Finding that truth is the enemy, I pull the drapes knowing
doorways will caress thresholds that keep out the draft yet allow the sunlight
to mimic the scattered shade cooling the needs
beneath a paper fortresses…and my heart sighs

For this is life, in its starkest reality,
and what was pictured in youth lingers in the minds of the old
Pasting cobwebs for effect and smiles not as genuine as they may seem
For the days pass and with them opportunities fly like a crying dove
as morning light counts another moment from this existence
Why does it seem that endless possibilities end, forever wishes
drown at the bottom of the well amidst even older pennies,
Patina claims the skin in the name of a love
found but not shared, carried upon shoulders,
as nothing else is left but to wait

and my dreams no longer wait for me
 May 2014
Antonio
A Rose raised
in the protective shade
of a mighty Oak,
no matter how well
nourished and loved,
will never bloom.

Her delicate petals
must defy the beating drops
of an angry Sky
in order to bathe
in the golden rays
of her birthright.

Step aside
and let her thrive!
My thoughts about how over-protective Fathers treat their Daughters for no good reason.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I arrived home early to  surprise, but
the surprise was on me, a car in the
drive who could that be. I went in
quite not knowing who could it be.

I stepped in cautious not knowing
what would await me, I looked in the
living room no one there, but ladies
shoes and two bras different sizes
laying on the floor discarded quickly.

I heard a noise up stairs, and off i went
to see quietly, I went finding discarded
clothes a trail to follow for me. who was
this man was he big small i was about to see.

An ear to the door moaning heard, rage
did flow and I kicked through the door,
to my amazement a woman down on
my wife carpet munching like a king.

Rage and horniness both flowed through me,
as she moaned and screamed as i had found
her deceit she had been keeping from me.

Her friend did turn, Jesus she,s hot, NO
I'M ANGRY no, this is turning me on
they can both see. We were waiting but
had to much drink as you can see, this
is your birthday present from me to you
this is my friend she like both sides of the
fence as you can see.

So all ended well, naked were all three,
My wife orgasmed by a woman,  four by
me. I came home early and caught her in
the act. But I just bounced my wife and
got swallowed by her friend this is my
best birthday, I got a smile from ear to ear..
 May 2014
Amitav Radiance
Uproot me from the solitary woods
And plant me in your backyard
For, that is where I can be nurtured
And, I can be your shade, from the harsh sun*


© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
Tired and sweating
A tangle of limbs
Passionate kissing

Exploring their love
Thought to be gone
Been together so long

Still much in love
They're starting to see
He still loves her
She still loves he
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
I'd love to hop a train
To see where it goes

Close my eyes and sit back
Hear the wind blow

Watch the country flow by
I swim through the fields

I float through the valleys
Upon many wheels

Somewhere my journey
Will end I'm quite sure

I hope to end
Where the air is still pure
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