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 Jan 2013 Nik Bland
Ayaba Babe
She's the sunshine of my smile. She makes my world a brighter place. She reminds me that the universe is so vast, and expansive, and infinite. She reminds me that the things I find most troublesome, are indeed only things... and the things we often deem so significant and major seem microscopic and irrelevant when looked upon in retrospective to the universe...
To love, and to be loved, is the greatest blessing on earth besides life itself.
Life, often times, is more beautiful than it seems, after all
God grant us
The ability to be the masters of our own universe.
We are all the creators of our dreams,
How fortunate are we.
The sun may not shine everyday-
But the world is always spinning.
It may feel like we're losing more than it feels like we're winning
But even on the darkest days,
When there is no evident hint of light....
And the road splits two ways
Along this path we travel along called Life...
She reminds me to remember that God has a plan for us.
The paths we travel are already mapped out,
They are simply waiting for us to venture along and unravel
The pin-pointed location where we belong on this earth.
But if we never find that place,
Remember,
There is no known on-going race
To conquer the universe.
I meet him a few nights a week
My friend and I
we chase him
There is a me that I don't know
Till I meet this man
Like a genie in a bottle
what a luxury to know him
dark and handsome..
A side of me is exposed
more open and witty
and revealing than I could ever want
But it's Me
Bubbly and Awkward
Giggly and Forward
For sure and full of Heart
My girl and I
We chase Jack with Jack
He warms us
and fills us
with a certainty
with a clarity
He is just in a bottle
But when he is released
We are released.

Big bada Boom
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 Jan 2013 Nik Bland
Levi Kitchen
My halved and broken soul aches for completion.
My heart yearns to play its beat.
A rushing capillary symphony,
Alongside the sweet song of my lover's lips.
Striving from toe to tip,
treading the infinite reaches of each other's eternal depths.

My spirit searches for the end
of nothingness...
For vibrance at the joining of our brief existence,
The exultation,
At the union of one final, blessed embrace!

Yet I'm trapped in shallow seas,
faced with my own puzzle piece.
Where nothing fits,
all rocky crags and jagged cliffs.
Never once catching glimpse,
Of another's jigsaw life that could resemble it.

I remain...
So chillingly alone.
Swept along a current of cruel time that will not relent.
A race to the end!
To find my one, my love,
For new life together, to begin.

I need you to fall into me
Stumble, please!
Slip and land,
In my waiting hands!
Please come along and breathe
The urgency back into life again.
That with purpose renewed,
I may finally stand,
Presenting myself,
A lowly sacrifice,
To you, my Goddess,
I would give my dying breath
My very life!
Leap between you and any knife!

O! For a single chance to trade,
Every drop of my blood in exchange,
For your perfect kiss.
I would offer up my disembodied beating heart,
If you were to bid,
For you to take and do with as you wish.

Unmask your tenacious wit,
And please consider this:
If you were the pedals, may I be your stem?
If you were light may I be your dawn?
If your heart is drowning, may I rescue it?
If your voice did bless this world and sing,
My love, my heart, my only one...
May I be your song?
A weeping willow grows inside to take the place of me
For I cannot identify with any other tree
With branches frayed and leaves to clothe my sappy human bark
I cling to roots that planted me before I made them dark
And so I wait, my patience worn, til seasons pass us by
And bring you back to water me with saltiness divine
Open up your cloudy sky and let yourself come down
You need to know that all this time you've nursed my shallow ground
I'm ready now, much more than I have ever been before
And your delay solidifies the rings within my core
title inspired by a song by Future of Forestry - Horizon Rainfall
 Jan 2013 Nik Bland
Johnnie Rae
One plus one,
equals two pelvic bones,
working together,

Add the desired amount of force,
and a rising amount of speed,
to reach physical ecstasy.
I always knew I liked math. Hehe.
when blind men go walking, what do they see
but the backs of their eyelids, a shadow of me
and much is the same, my own personal state
with vision so blurred that i too can relate
i wish i could say that this wasn't the case
but i keep on failing to walk in your grace
mechanical movements are all i can make
practiced so often they're without mistake
but i almost hope that my body will rust
decompose fully and turn into dust
for then i'll be carried by wind once again
to places i've seen in the past but have left
and this time i promise that i will not leave
until i can guide with the sight i receive
 Jan 2013 Nik Bland
Ayaba Babe
Love belongs in the back seat of a convertible,
Parked somewhere in the summer night's dark.
Lips interlocked and cheeks flushing vertigo
The ignition to her transmission is
Push to start.
He shifts into drive.
Limbs, like open roads, quickly spreading apart
His eyes mesmerized along the highway of her thighs...
Love doesn't always exist in the heart.
It exists
Behind the steering wheel of his ****.
The roadmap of her love canal is truly a work of art...
Voyaging between thighs so thick...
Parked somewhere, in the summer night's dark.
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