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David Watt Jan 2011
Sick today of twinging strings,
And watching the happiness that my magic brings.
Today is the peak of this ever lasting longing,
Far surpassing lustfull shortlived snogging.

I want a warm hand to clutch and hold,
And with me watch the beauty of this world unfold.
In perpetual youth his love will keep me.
instead of weary cold loveless and empty.

Immortality keeps me from this destiny,
for with it comes  my lovers repeating finality.
Every death is always the same,
tormented in moments of heartaches pain.

I cannot love one or any at all,
for the climb gets higher from every fall.
ive lost the pleasure,
of these heavenly endeavours.

So in your hands i place the choice to love,
and set it on white wings of my most beautiful Dove,
and throw myself onto the tides of eternity,
never to feel the gifts of divine maternity.
or to waltz to a song.
that plays a single life span long.
David Watt Jan 2011
Best friend who i adore,
theres this secret inside that i store.
with a love that cant be physical,
lies a love for you as divine as holy miracle.

You are that friend that i fall to in need,
but this love would destroy you if ever freed.
so upon this sky of clearest night,
to confess is a battle that i have chosen to fight.

Goddess who watches from up above,
take my heart as beautiful as your whitest Dove,
and hide it away so it cannot stain,
a friendship that in ages does not wain.

My lips cannot venture onto your lips,
for fear that confession will be drawn to my tounges tip.
so to your cheek i place this moment.
and keep it close to make memory potent.

i love you too much to love you more,
so this passion i hide behind locked doors.
my friend, my past, my present and loves truest lament.
i regret not a second that i have spent.
David Watt Jan 2011
throw me down on your holy altar,
bleed me now and do not falter.
For this sin i dare to witness,
tears me to this deepest bitterness.

If its a crime to feel this passion,
why strip it away with no compassion?
for if its an affliction we are born to bare,
can blame be placed on those and them that share?

i ask you voice thats never there,
shall i leave another message on your holy chair,
to not preach salvation.
to those you offer no advocation.

or should i like you turn away,
let those blinded fools keep their ways,
and whisper onto empty ears,
for reality does nowt but bring their fears.

We have sat outside your perfection,
and survived and lived in moderate affection.
from others you've shunned and burned,
oh how my faithful fools the tides have turned!

So witness the great and beautful karma,
that  mocks and riddicules your holy father.
condemn who you will to a fictional horror,
and leave us blissful in our faithless squalor!
please do not read if you are easily offended, or of a religious lifestyle.
David Watt Dec 2010
I can hear his voice once again,
in every moment not filled with obsession,
im drowned in his deepest depression.
He screams through eyes that deafen emotion,
a pain so deep it stirs me to motion.

He's stealing everything ive tried to build,
that innocence that power that i've regained,
he rips and tears in an anger once famed.
He is my tempest behind locked doors,
the one i fear and love to my core.

I can feel the power in every vibration,
His passion it pains me and weakens my presence,
with hands that rip and break in godly omnipotence.
for eventually he wins and my defenses they fall,
and beaten by fists that memory recalls.

He is a danger to my right of mind!
too many times has he rendered me blind!
push him back and gag his voice!
chain him so he has no choice!
so in my mind he no longer flitters,
and give me clarity with purity glitters.

So once again i kiss the mirror,
hoping to make your anger winter.
to lock your voice and calm your crying,
and in your cage i watch you dying,
goodnight the boy i used to be,
sleep now in treasured dignity unburdened with this duplicity.
David Watt Dec 2010
Another impact on your mind,
The glass wall flexing more and more in time.
His screaming is getting louder across the brink
Take this second nemesis and think!

Break this wall and there is no backstep,
Push me under and there is no breath.
Fall down deeper for every misstep.
As with this freedom you have bought your death.

The glass it shatters but still holds firm,
Under bloodied hands the weakness squirms.
Holding on with every muscle,
You feel it break like a putrid pustule.

Break this barrier  tears will falter,
Don’t do this for the freedom alters.
I pray to every hearing ear,
to **** me before his birth comes near.
David Watt Dec 2010
She sits there with her hair left flowing,
Staring out to the sea all knowing.
Singing till the last light breaks,
And darkness comes and claws and rapes.

Lamenting and sad her tears they fall,
Upon her tail and waist so subtle so small.
“Love me forever please the land of men,
For in the sea my heart is spent

Retell my tale but with a happy end,
Where my lover did not bow and bend.
To the whims of another lover,
Who raptures better beneath the bedcover

Whisper lover across the sea,
But stranded here my tail will keep me.
You had your chance to love and hold,
But to the sea my heart you sold."

A mermaid that now is not so little,
Damaged by a man so vain and fickle.
She languishes in perpetual beauty,
Never to forget her punishment and duty.

For if her tail does touch the ocean,
Her heart will falter from that accursed potion,
And to the sea she will fall prone,
And turn to nothing more than the seas soothing foam.
we had a disney night at my university and it never ceases to inspire me, how beautiful the tale of the little mermaid is, both the orignal and the disney one.
David Watt Nov 2010
there is more to me than you can see,
i hide it in deepest hidden duplicity.
Look deep into identical eyes,
but see something deep that forces them far and wide.

See me sat there then over here,
crying, laughing and in constant fear.
lashing attacking and killing doves,
then im here nursing lost and boundless love.

A traitor to his own heart beat,
he dances upon burning and scarred feet.
As the coals grow with this epic show
the other flinches with blow after painful blow!

Until he rises and grabs his brother,
pulls and tears and rips and smother.
untill the voice does but fade,
the corpse then buried with bloodied *****.

sleep now heartbroken you,
the one who tortures with darkest truths.
i wait for the day to see you dance,
as i delve again into another lovers trance.
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