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your hand around my neck
tries to keep me from breathing
pushes my heartbeat to slow
leaving me begging & pleading

your lips caress my body here
makes me feel like screaming
tingles being sent all over  
finding it all quite pleasing

your eyes lock with mine
creates the feeling of dreaming
staring at the sweat drip down
feeling the breeze of freezing

your mouth says sweet words
thought up with out meaning
they disappear in the morning
and you leave my heart bleeding

your looks send dopamine
through my body while believing
at first you'd want to stay
but looks can be deceiving

your memories teach me lessons
of a love I won't be receiving
I'll remember you like the others
but know all poisin is miss leading
Eulogize ripped tears
Hazardous sight, from eyes of night
Fallen creatures they shun the light.
Catastrophic wailing
Cacophonous they weep
Pounding fists upon my eyes
Curtailing chance of sleep
Piercing me with sorrows
Flailing by the moon
They grow upon hate
It won't abate
It will not leave me soon

It would have me trembling
In agony of distress
But I won't let it bully me...

I WILL GET MY REST!!!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/21/2016
I'm putting on praise music.
The enemy fights but HE WON'T WIN.

Going to bed now. G'night.
 Jun 2016 the Sandman
Sean Hunt
Beware the dakini
With the steamy
Serrated edge knife
She alleges
The knife
That can slice
Can tear
And equally bare
The flesh
To air

Be prepared!
I miss you.
It's been a year now.
I wish you didn't have to leave.
I wish you lived.
I'm leaving, too.
But not to see you yet.
I'll just be in a place away from here.
Guide me.
Be my angel.
Never a day passed that I didn't miss you.
I miss you more today.
Everyday.
Always.
Let my love reach heaven.
I love you, Matthew.
I love you, brother.
I wrote this dated 23rd of February 2016. Exactly one year since my brother died. Two days before I left the Philippines. I wrote this down on a piece of McDonald's napkin. I bought two chicken meal, one was for me and the other for matt. I sat there eating, writing this, all alone. But I know, he was with me.
 Jun 2016 the Sandman
Hei
I'm afraid of love.
Though, i want it.
I want that feeling of being in love
and being loved by you.

But i'm afraid of love,
what would i do once i have You?
will it be okay?
am i good enough?
will You too, leaving me behind once you fed up with my dramas?

I can't stop thinking about it
Those feelings are eating me
Though You're here with me,
helping me with your kindness
I love you so much
yet i can't say the word

I'm such a mess.
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