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Thinking how beauty
completely mystifies
everything you're about
The way your eyes
seem to sooth me
and rid me of my doubt
Your lips sing sweetly
A caress between
aggressive lust and
passionate screams
A place to meet me
where we become us.
092203~7.33p
I miss the lesions
   miss the scars
   fresh & bleeding
   like soothing arms
   enclosing tight
   wrapping the pain
     in the rapture of night

My wine's heat
surfaces the memories
I've kept beneath
my high wall of stone
But, tonight
the trees are gone
and the grapes are ripe
& the wine in my mind
grasps its time
to spill my verse
like rain upon the Earth
falling on my pages
the truth is clear
- unadulterated -
like my passion.
It, too, is caged
too fierce, too strong
like a lion, enraged
trapped in mediocrity
within my rib cage
Now, it roars
usually, howls
when can it soar?
Where are you now?
122303~6.57p
writing about writing & how wine facilitates my muse to be raw & unfiltered (unlike herb, which directs to more creative & introspective muse.) Some verses reference back a line, as though it's the last line of the previous verse & first of the new. I know--a little confusing.
Waking moments
bring insecure pain
a Lycian soundtrack
to the constant rain
forever haunting the silence
sugar-coating the lies
with normalcy & compromise.
Still, I long to fear
   I hunger for fire
   to bring it near
   burning white beneath my skin
   sensations of living
   I miss within.
012204~12.12p
even within the darkness of depression, I still hungered for life.
Alone in a hall
with grasping walls
tearing away sanity
as skin from flesh
flaying control
into murderous rage
splattering my soul
to every inch of this cage
Climbing walls inside my mind
locked into self-abuse
a selfish crime
at least it's mine
nothing to share
no one to scare
Bloodletting in ink
on my page of salvation
these lines let me sink
from my torturous elation
012204~4.12p
Using poetry to redirect cutting and self-abuse impulses. It works.
rapacious dreams
of you and screams
haunt the seams
of incorporeal subsistence

(i miss your flesh)

012804~10.34p
title misspelling intended.
Daily dreams
slipping through
the seams with you
into my life
as beams of light
from the rising sun
illuminate
the things with you
only the darkness knew
and waking sweat,
playfully fading,
swiftly to forget

My full days seeming empty
with unknown longing for the night
my sleepless sheets spread
as I lie waiting for the light
Too tired to sleep
lying staring at the ceiling
dreams steal me under
another restless night alive
Sirens sound mourning
as my daily death dawns
waking within emptiness
I find it all gone.

022504
No matter who I was with, I only dreamed of my distant goddess. My long lost love. My destiny. Always drawn back to her, even though it wasn't "right" when I was with someone else.  (We ended up together, anyway.)
"...Enraptured and terrified
Denied and deified
Salacious and sanctified

What have you done?"*

...loved and lived
sacrificed and given
my soul to heaven
my life to hell
my mind in a purgatorial cell
pondering decisions
I made so ******* well
I chose to try
not lie, but die
prayed for a future
that couldn't survive

All of my dreams
suffocating within
sacerdotal sheets of silk
singing with sin
my only desire
to be within
this licentious fire
of our friendship ablaze
A satirical embrace
within two hearts
compressing space
separate, yet one
what have we become
but cardinal sins
within our confessional?

022604~9.12p
My love and I spent a decade with other partners, yet never able to shake our attraction to each other. We tried being friends. We tried fading away from each other. Fate would not allow us to be apart, physically or emotionally.
This is my response to a poem she sent me, longing for connection. Clearly we were aware that it would destroy our current relationships and were battling these conflicting emotions.
What is pleasure
more than waiting forever
Knowing of a love
that can be Never

intensified yet, never realized
an eternity among days
a sun among stars
in the love of our space
burning with a brightness
that blinds the fright
and illuminates the wicked paths
within our sanguine nights

032004~6.08p
Battling conflicting emotions. Telling myself it won't work, but blinded by reality.
Who am I?
Alive at dawn
when hope is gone
cursed to forget
when the sun has set
a monster
a vampire
a thirsty wolf
in love with fire
Who am I
that cannot breathe
cannot see what needs to be
I want to bleed
it would be nice
to take a flight
into the night
end this life
that can't be mine
Blood & wine
Blood & wine
endless circles
in the bleeding sky
night comes quick
as a razor to skin
I open myself
to see within
to feel the sting
across my skin
self control
slowly sin
deface the temple
I live within
Sanguine satisfaction
for deadly rites
blessed blood moon
be with me tonight
041104~11.41a
fighting impulses, self-searching for meaning and peace.
I can't remember a time
without your pull in my heart
nor a moment spent (without suffering)
while we were apart
An unconscious caress
like my hands up your dress
We were meant for thunderstorms
like we were meant to be wet.

Unconscious desires
still captivate and surprise
while subconscious fires
still burn each other's eyes
Your wrists call for my grasp
looming over you, breathing
...heavy...steaming
treating each moment as though it were our last
Descending slowly
into your vibrating soul
drinking your life
consuming you whole
devouring flesh
sweet supplicating spirit
Praise me, dark rose
and I'll hold you close
with eternal arms
that never betray
and the love of vampires
til our last day
when it turns to hours
and my tears to blood
are shed on the angel
who takes my One.
...so soon to follow
with Romeo's pace
lay I by your side
to share this place.
We come from one
and I long to unite
my soulful moons
to your **** night.
Our illuminate passion
shall call the tide
and flood our bodies
with passionate sunrise.

I need your worship
I can't resist your praise
I'd release my blood
to fill your grave
to swim with my beloved
and rest where she lay.

041504~2.28a
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