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 Dec 2014
Nathan Cross
They Watch, yet don't know.
They See, but can't.
If Love is bliss,
Then So is ignorance.
I Feel her eyes.

**-N.C.
 Dec 2014
Carolin
One breath , one love ,
one body and soul. Two
mouths meet while two
heartbeats become one.
Your name takes me up
and down like blue ocean
waves. It echoes in the back
of my brain as it heals all
kinds of pain. If i could I
would of inked it all over
my vanilla scented skin.
At times it almost drives
me insane. But isn't that
love like they say ? Your
light is what guides me to
you. I mean it darling I swear
its true. At night I drown in
thoughts of you. Breathe me
in and out like your blue LM
cigarette smokes. Im serious
this ain't a joke. The smoke
rings your mouth forms gets
me lost in a trance while I
stare and gaze.  Making me
want to take your hand and
dance. The moment i get the
chance ill run away with you.
Not giving a **** about
what they'll do. Your my
home , my life , safe place
and high. This is why I'm
dedicating all of my poetry
to you* ~
 Dec 2014
Traveler
It was time for love that never shone
A southern wind so coldly blown
In lies of madness I walked by night
So frail and jaded these ropes of life

I gave in to my whispering voice
A deed so forbidden, so staggeringly moist
By lust of madness, insanity ruled
In guilt and shame an act so lewd

How such a feeling could bewitch my soul
No biologist or mindologist could ever know
Love is such a fine line and I crossed her there
Alone in the madness of eternal despair
Traveler Tim
re to 12-17
 Dec 2014
Traveler
The Moon and her stars
The Sun and his rays
In lover's pursuit
For all of their days
A Star is born
In eternal light
Flickering dreams
Strive to take flight

In proximity of
The Giver of Life
She spins in dark skies
The goddess of night
In the absence of
Her lover's smile
The howls of doom
Greet the wild

The promise of heaven
Was not his to give
Two hearts lost forever
And so shall we live...
Ode to... The Moon of course!.
 Dec 2014
Traveler
Everything is beautiful, as far as I can see
Everything is wonderful when my eyes bleed

Everyone is casual, sifting stems and seeds
Everyone is pleasant, spirits soaring free

Everything is peaceful when life is but a dream
Everyone is kicking back, hear the eagle scream

Roll another dream, smoke rings fill the sky
Pass it to the left,  never pass it by

Everything is kosher, watch the children climb
Everything returns to sources in it’s own time

Everything is beautiful, as far as I can see
Everything is wonderful when my eyes bleed
 Dec 2014
Chloë Fuller
I want to drown in an ocean of every long embrace and kiss we've shared

And dry myself in that look in your eyes that makes me melt
 Dec 2014
Chloë Fuller
I want you to write your name with your tongue inside of my mouth so I can feel it every time I speak
 Dec 2014
Nathan Cross
I love my heart,
Every contradiction.
It's warmth, it's ice,
Its truth, its lies.
My dreams, my fears,
My love and tears.
My path, my past..
I just don't. know.
I reside too deep.

**-N.C.
 Dec 2014
Rupal
A single jasmine
can be my garland
A single grape
can be my vineyard.

You
are all I need.
You
add fragrance,
You
add sweetness
to my being.

You
are my one
in the many
Also
my many in
the one...
 Dec 2014
Rupal
I would rather be empty
Than lead a shallow life.
 Dec 2014
Marie-Chantal
It's within the grown out roots
where the Garden Owl still hoots
Sings the melancholy song
Of how the blue eyed girl was wrong.

It's within the thatching of the dwelling
And a failed attempt at fortune telling.
Beyond the garden of the bugs
Beyond the magpies and the slugs

A moon was folded into quarters
Grind it with pestle and mortar
Strip it down to crater powder
Feel it till the song sounds louder

The Garden Owl sings his song
Of how the blue eyed girl was wrong
And under the brown thatched roof
The girl detests her blue eyed youth
I think I could work on this one a lot more, I guess it's sort of like a first draft, but what kind of write would I be if I did not have lots of unfinished pieces?
 Dec 2014
Beth Richter
One step,
Bare feet.
Glance up,
Eyes meet.

Breath caught,
Dry lips.
Cheeks hot,
Stomach flips.

Throat clears,
Mouth parts.
Words catch,
Shiver starts.

Bright sun,
Sandy toes.
The ocean's words,
No one knows.

But you could hear,
Just like me,
Those salty waves,
That set us free.

We didn't speak,
Or make a sound.
You just took my hand,
Water bound.

There we stood,
Wet to our knees.
Closed our eyes,
And could finally breathe.
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