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My biggest hope,
collides with my greatest love,
what is there to cope,
when the realest thing you know,
is your greatest foe,
your greatest dream,
clashing with your greatest desire,
setting your soul on fire,
I just am split,
needing to think and sit,
voice getting low,
and them trying to make you feel like your the world,
but my world was building up to it,
bit by bit,
I have craved them,
but there is no going back,
because my heart doesnt know truth from fact,
I want to have it the most,
to beable to boast,
saying, "this is mine world and it will be greater than I could ever dream",
stuck inside which side to fight for and which side to lean,
I need to contemplate,
which one is right,
which one will be with me in the end of the night,
they have experienced the awesome bliss,
of someone that they always miss,
and I am just standing still,
what happens when you have to decide your thrill,
to decide your future on one or more,
there is no rhyme to help, no score,
so I just end up feeling sore,
and sad,
because I have to decide between a love I dont want to let go,
or a son or daughter I may never know.
Time to get personal dear reader...I am in love with a girl with two kids who cant anymore, I wont do that to her because it would be detrimental to her own life...but all I ever dreamed aboot is having a daughter or son of my own...sounds selfish I know...but is one love greater than the next? It's killing me and I dont know what to do, take the chance of loving a person, or loving something that doesnt exist...I guess I am not asking anyone, except myself.
Dear my small world,
It's early and teenagers are walking to school,
the sun is warm and cool,
my eyes are closing as I pass them by going the other way,
my old friend creeps on me and reminds me of a spring mountain day,
being those kids walking slow,
not knowing the episode,
but enjoying the show,
their mountains are just a brighter green,
my old friend gets in my stomach and the top he tends to lean,
the smells of anxiety and the fear of uncompleted homework,
make me smile,
I pass by swings and see my world become night,
and two kids in Florida are in my sight,
talking aboot nonsense but still returning to smile and laugh,
it becomes funny and two drunk kids in Reno take their place,
I can tell who they were but I couldn't see a face,
my old friend creeps to my mouth and my past I can taste,
I suddenly am on the swings holding my hand in front,
staring at a star,
reaching out with one eye closed I feel like I can grab it,
my eyes open and I almost take oot some teenager,
something's die hard I say,
and they look the other way,
and say, "ok crazy",
the past maybe getting hazy,
but the feelings never die.
I think this is pretty badass...can you guess who my old friend is?! And I know I have been doing alot of dear blablabla's but half of the time I start it oot as something that was going to be apart of, " the paradise letters, but it never fits...so I apologize if it is getting old I keep starting like that >_>
 Mar 2014 Mike Arms
Sammie wells
Slow tunes playing somewhere in the background,
never emptying glasses of wine
talk flowing,
mood feels right tonight
beautiful by my side.

You pull me close... 
so hard…  
I feel the wings of butterflies.

Fingers lace through my hair,
whispers spoken,
“all mine.”

Lips brush against mine
a glint full lust in dark eyes

Smothered in kisses you catch me by surprise, fill me with your size.

Out of breath laid out on a tangled mess,
layers torn,
exposing my breast.

Then the devil did he take over clouding your mind,
You bite!

Blood curdling cries,
entirely at your mercy,
you brand me in so many places.

You take me from behind,
hard and fast you ******,
enjoying what you took.

We both know this is my end,
i beg for it,
need of it,
I feel the cold steel as you slice

Throat slit claret spills,
I fall to the pool on my side.

The last thing I see as my life fades
 is a linger of
lust,
raw,
behind,
dark eyes,
as you watch me die....

My body in all its glory,
abandoned,
soulless,
slowing decomposing,
ravaged by creatures under moon light.

     "people aren't always what they seem....."
                         !WARNING!

(SW)
thought i would try something dark.   .
 Mar 2014 Mike Arms
Sammie wells
You stand there bare,
exposed for all to see,
Arms outstretched swaying on airstreams.

Feet firmly rooted you withstand being polluted.

You are beauty of the most natural,
slender and tall

Hold your own through all the season,
Year after year,
quietly observing
new life starting,
sad departings.

You are a Blanket,
Home,
food for those that need it

A beauty in wonder

Then man kind came about,
starts to wipe you out.

Cutting,
Sawing,
Chopping,
taking you down to the ground

Up rooted,
Stripped of beauty,
become what man kind decides...

No tree's...
No air...
No breath...

Extinct!
 Mar 2014 Mike Arms
Sammie wells
Pulled in
Eyes open
breath so close

taste it

Intoxicating

Skin like static
Wrapped around

Lean back

Move in

Eyes close

Minds run free.
Title  thanks to my friend, Soul in torment.
Thank you!
 Mar 2014 Mike Arms
Sammie wells
Fish fingers and beans
Will always mean to me
Dinner at my Nan's
When I was still a young lass

My mum would see us off
Out the door
Over the road
To the place that was
My Nan's

She would take me back
To World War Two
Telling me story's
Of people she knew

Some where really exciting

Some where  really quite scary

Some where really,
sad...

Some where hypnotizing
But

most of all she told me how
She met my grandad
A handsome man
With sparkling eyes
Who told story's of people
He knew

Fish fingers and beans
Will always mean to me

Dinner at my Nan's.
Making my daughter fish fingers for dinner which always has me thinking of my nan which in turn brought this poem to life .
Thank you nan ***
 Mar 2014 Mike Arms
Sammie wells
Nothing is ever random

How we
See
Feel
Taste

How we
Speak
listen
touch

People we meet

The choices we make

Its all a diagram
Of Who we are

Working to understand our self's

We're Connecting the dots

Finding the pieces that fit

We are who

We Choose To Be.
The human mind fascinates me.
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