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 Nov 2013 J R
Cin
in the nude
 Nov 2013 J R
Cin
It is getting easier to be able to see the curves and crevices in my body
with my own two eyes

Not with the wandering eyes of the man on the street
Not with the teary eyes of love long gone
and not with the abusive perverse eyes that once stole my dignity

No! I am beginning to see, my vision is returning.
I can see what is before me and love it with the love that I was born with.

Thanks so much.
recovery is a long process that's for sure.
keep my in your prayers guys
please
 Nov 2013 J R
wandabitch
they burned acts 21 just to feel closer to enlightenment,
they danced on rooftops so they could feel the light of stars,
if only though a telescope.

at the moment of lost translation there is no hope for
western civilization.

and here i gather my sandwich in deep thought.
 Nov 2013 J R
Samantha
Empress, Goddess;
indulge in the excess.
Address me as no less
Than Your Highness
If you would please.
And Brethren, Sistren!
To me you will be
Chief! Sire!
Oh, I swear it,
Whatever you desire.
And Namaste as you
Walk away
And two souls kiss;
All at one
Not one amiss!
Please remember!
Please do not dismiss,
So much power
In the ether
reverberating up-throat
Out of mouth,
Into ears,
Over-the-brain coat.
Pick, and be picky;
Honey'd words
Or the tang of
Sarcasm; dryness of
Dull wit
Just don't be a twit with it,
Or spare the detail
Or talk too quick or
Mumble with snails
Indulge in the excess!
Be no less
than Empress,
oh my sun, my excellence!
All sat in
The hello,
Laid down in the goodbye
It's woven in
With the expanse of a sky
Possibility! A chance!
A face to smile
And coo with,
Hold close for a while
But there, a shut door
fallen with
An ugly salutations,
I say again,
Indulge, indulge!
 Nov 2013 J R
cozy april
I wish more
People cared
about earth
As much as
they cared about
Who they believe
created it.*

a.s.
 Nov 2013 J R
Brandi
Smothered in love
I'm not getting a wink of sleep tonight,
That's for sure

My face buried in your chest
I've never felt a heart beat as forcefully as yours does
It kicks so hard against my cheek
I'd swear you were awake
If you weren't snoring on my forehead

When I think you're dead to the world
I attempt my escape
But your arms tighten the second I wriggle
Drawing me in even closer
I give up, I'm not sleeping tonight
That's for sure

I'll just lie here
and breathe you in
all the while longing for sleep
but knowing that I'd rather lie here awake
folded into you
than somewhere else asleep without you
The twisted beginning and the mysterious never ending
the two hearts collide
Souls will forever be mending.
and the world they drempt of denied
**************
They sliced and stabbed at each others hearts
Until they both broke free
leaving lingering pieces of art
around the doors of magnificent masterpiece
**************
At different times, they would reminisce
then on to the fortress they would go
to find the only one they miss
to never once show.
*******************
­But time heals all wounds of the broken.
Left the longed for past, now never to be awakened.
 Nov 2013 J R
andy fardell
Sing
 Nov 2013 J R
andy fardell
If ever I must sing as poets have
Then the world would be haunted
They'd find I was mad
I'd sing to the stars
I'd sing to the moon
No place on this earth
Could hide from my tunes

See my words sound on paper so wicked
and loud
Yet sing as I do
No poets allowed

The writing goes dancing all over the sheet
My voice in an octave
Not pleasant indeed
My shrill is the dreading of living in range
One shout of my music
Sends war from the planes
I've tried many lessons to
Be just like them
The greats like Lord Bryon
Keats and Miss Anne

Well I read the "Farewell"
Unusual for me as reading old lines
Means nothing but trees
She leaped of the page and incited
My views
I know where's she lays now
I bow to her muse

Three years I've been singing as poets would have
Yet all I find out there are
Wishes and sad
I want to send volumes for all of the land
I want to find gold
The never the grand
I want to sing out yet my voice
Goes unheard
I want to rejoice
My willing my verse
One day that I'm famous the poets will say
Please sing for us badly
As dead as I be  
And sing like an angel ..
My pure
poetry
 Nov 2013 J R
Gayathri Sarathi
Married girl liked a guy...
This liking slowly changed into Love....
Craziness in his smile,talk, walk & style
Slowly she got addicted to it...
went deeper into him
not even thinking about her family
her kid....her world was only that guy..
They loved each other, he wanted her to come out of her married life...
She did moved her papers...to show the love which she has for him and was longing for him
she was always given a hope that he is there for her
Fool she was not even thought about the darkness in the other side....
Her addiction turned into madness....

Whenever she asked him about life..
He said Im there for you
Even the world is against you i will be there for you...
Fool she was didn't understand the meaning of it fully
Now her own world is against her.....
thrown her in to madness, pain anguish....
Don't know how to SAIL.....

Alone....in tears......no one to share, smile,talk, walk.....
In her own world of darkness...
Scared about life......
loosing happiness, peace.....
Waiting for him...to switch on the lights..
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