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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
open up your world to me
I can help you feel free tonight
break the tallest brick walls down
no more chance of feeling bound

open up your eyes and see
face the past and grow with me
tear the dark and fill with light
look with beauty in your sight

open up your heart to me
give this gift a chance to be
something bigger than everything
nothing like we could ever dream
 Feb 2016 Francisco DH
Love
Jaded
 Feb 2016 Francisco DH
Love
Cause it’s all just paper in the end,
Were all just stuck here playing pretend.
Some of us acting like we god,
While other have never even heard of a ****** iPod.
We pray to that god at the end of the day,
And then curse his name if things don’t go our way.
We’re corrupted and ****** up, dishin’ out blame,
Wishing for superman, left with some ******* named...
Who gives a **** with his name if they’re all just fuckboys ,
Woman pick yourself up you’re repressed by the man, part of his ploy!
And were all stuck here playing pretend,
Might as well make you name a story for the end.
 Feb 2016 Francisco DH
Love
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 Feb 2016 Francisco DH
Love
But what if writing doesn't even help?
dad said son i threw out your cards
i wept and cried with tears
then my head
got smashed
in tree
along with all my dreams
lost in time
  
well it caught up
paid for all my demons
could die wasted
plastered faces
seen with broken miles
  
drove my cab
three million miles
three million miles
demensions
dementations
jim, harold, patrick
gone forever
well, maybe not
  
spock, can you hear me
I gave up on destiny
and shooting stars
and all that misery
  
I learn to dry my tears
upon the open wind
and wash my mind
with breath of broken sea
  
and now i've got to go
charge the three point per
and the extras keep coming
yeah the extras keep coming
to keep me
they make me sleepy
but i don't sleep
 Jan 2016 Francisco DH
Cody Haag
Dare I write a poem, claiming God doesn't exist?
I admit sometimes that faith is missed.
Sometimes I lie awake, ponder the past,
Wonder why my belief didn't last.

Then I remember what I was forced to see,
The memories of abuse that still bleed.
I remember my polluted childhood,
How it bore very little good.

I think of cancer in children, and natural disasters,
Supposedly the plans of a loving master.
I think of ****, ******, and child abuse,
Suicidal kids hanging from nooses.

Science motivates my disbelief to a certain extent,
But other than that, I refuse to be content.
I can't follow a "loving creator" who fails to care,
A "loving creator" who is never there.
 Jan 2016 Francisco DH
Em
Do not waste your looks on a man's wandering eye.
He probably already has a woman to look at.
I surrounded myself
in the walls
of her
heart

and suffocated
Not necessarily bad, but when you can love someone so much you wrap yourself in it, and in a sense suffocate happily. Yet at the same time, it could hurt you in return.
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