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 Jun 2014 sabella
Poetry by MAN
When I look at you I want to touch
Sends my imagination into a Spiritual crush
I'm more than a dream my words make me real
When I come inside..you will feel
Passionate fingers touching every part
From top to bottom..Now let me start
Lay on your back my exploration goes deep
Passion so hot you can feel the heat
Legs up in the air if you dare
Exposed to me without a care
Tell me which way you want me to go?
I can do more than fast and slow
Lost in the motion of your thighs
Mounting your body I look in your eyes
Locked in a gaze penetrating your soul
Start with a rhythm then out of control
Ravishing writhing feeling every delight
Mercilessly pounding while your bottom lip I bite
Plundering your treasure in every single measure
Reaping rewards of ultimate pleasure
My Fairy tale Queen wicked with lust
Eating your pie along with the crust
Like royalty we lay satisfied from our feast
Successfully taming our inner ****** beast
My words of fantasy has you feeling this touch
Poetic kisses for the lips of my Spiritual Crush..
M.A.N 3-31-14
 Jun 2014 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Most imperfections cannot be seen
Much like emotions inside of a dream
Searching for what can't be found
Words are spoken without a sound
Mischievous my heart I am a sin
Floating above I become the wind
A vision of hope transformed by love
Scattering dark clouds that hang above
Spiritual energy I see the light
Surrounded by darkness shining bright
Feeling the real I can no longer fake
A child of destiny I accept my fate
Peeling back layers in search for truth
Balanced I've become from my youth
Too many treasures I long to find
I've mapped my heart to my mind
Buried deep in a fragile soul
X marks the spot I dig the hole
A blister broken battered heart
Passion infinite no end or start
Within the pain I will always grow
Into what I am an Imperfect soul...
M.A.N 4-18-14
 Jun 2014 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Muse me..Choose me...Make me one
Queen of the Moon King of the Sun
Poetic scenes ****** dreams
Words strung together showing what I mean
Scorpio mind..Heart full of lust
Lay by your side till I turn to dust
Born a fool I dare to dream
Detective solving true loves scheme
Emotions put on the firing line
Execution swift from a sharp mind
**** me..Destroy me..Treat me wrong
Use me..Confuse me..Make me strong
Give me pain I want to feel
Too much fake I want the real
Seeds of flowers I have sewn
So beautiful oh how they've grown
Muse me..Love me..Make me more
Reborn a Phoenix's heart will soar
Burning up I become the flame
Balance my emotions to maintain
Muse me..Fuse me..Help me create
A language for ALL to communicate..
M.A.N 5-5-14 My creativity reaches a new level when I'm mused..
 Jun 2014 sabella
Poetry by MAN
If I could paint a picture with my words
A pallet of stars..rainbow of verbs
Illuminate the heavens for all to see
Bring everlasting peace to humanity
Alas I know it's just a dream
A *** has to boil to build up steam
There is no clock..Endless is time
A measurement of moments in our mind
Delusion's illusion..do you trust what you see?
Some were born to question society's vanity
Systems lay broken..Politicians stroking
Humanity choking while solutions lay open
Complicate the simple take us off our path
Study patterns of History do the math
Yesterday's tomorrow is same as today
All a memory in the word of play
I feel the wrong..I feel the right
Living in the middle gives me sight
Beauty within tames the nature of the beast
Pretty words provide hope till we find our peace...
M.A.N 6-16-14
 Jun 2014 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Mind loaded like a gun..
Heart seeks like a Missile
Mouth shoots off like a Poetry Pistol
Velocity from verbs..words will drill
Into your mind giving you a mental thrill
There's a bang in my slang
Sting venomous when stang
Songs are sung this one I sang
Pieces of my soul my words are true
Writing these bullets shooting at you
In war of words I am a General
Topics range from Vegetable, Animal to Mineral
Endless ammunition arranged in rhyme
Rhythmm And Poetry  machine gun of the mind
Hammer cocked..pull the trigger..bullets whistle..
Words glow from my soul shot from Poetry Pistol..
M.A.N 5-22-14 I thought of this poem about month ago when I was writing a bunch of poems a day I feel as if I need to have 20 poems going at once like loading a pistol when I post I feel as if I'm shooting off my PPistol hit or miss who knows..lol
 Jun 2014 sabella
Jesse Belcher
You know them nights, when so much is on your mind and you don't know where to begin.
You start to type, then back space again and again.
The words don't flow, the thought is gone.
The next sentence is wrote, but it just feels wrong.

You can stare at the screen and look for hours.
Type a hundred words, yet their not ripe, much more sour.
I'm having that night, with this aggravation and pain.
Even though the last week, was smiles and gain.

The last couple days and nights has ripped through my mind and body.
My body feels under a earthquake and my mind is a tsunami.
Quitting the benzo's and antidepressants that started 3 1/2 years ago
Going cold turkey, I wasn't going to wing it and just go slow.

At a point in your life, you will sometimes make rash decisions.
It can lead you into a tranquility, or it can cut you...incision after incision.
The beginning of the week, I found peace and that tranquility.
As I longed for better and wanted rid of the iniquity.

I began to read the bible and put faith in it's print.
and now I feel under attack, a demon the Devil has sent.

But that's not the case, I chose this myself.
I can beat this, write about it, then put it on a shelf.

My mind is too muddled to go on much more,
My body is shaking, and my fingers are sore.

This shall pass, as God will get me through.
Then I will be back, to bore some of you.

I long for a natural sleep not medically induced.
For it's been 13 years, that's when the pills happened. I began to use.
Just for sleep not to get high.
Just for dreams: standing on a mountain side.

So goodnight, and may you dream the most wonderful dream.
May you feel the embrace of the moonlight beam.

Before you drift off and dance with your love beside the sea.
Will you say a prayer? So something beautiful comes to me.

GOODNIGHT AND MAY YOUR DREAMS BE PERFECT.
 Jun 2014 sabella
Jesse Belcher
I have to believe in the fairy tale world,
isn't that what we seek?
to find that one special pearl.

A pear, so majestic 'it glows at your gaze,
It uncovers all the fear and doubt:
It sheds light on broken days.

I have to know there is more to me than this.
I have to believe somewhere that my life
will open with just that kiss..

'Passion and love'
'pounding of my heart'
'knowing with all my soul'
"you are my angel never to depart"

My eye's shining like a comet falling in the night,
Seeing the world how it should be; kind and loving, humble and right.

I have to believe that true happiness is there to be found.
I'm trying to find it
Deep down inside me; not a peep, not even a sound.

so I write my story, and believe it's there,
The perfect story, the perfect set, the perfect pair.


I wonder about it,
if that love I could ever feel.
I have to believe it's there,
I have to know it's real..

I have to have hope,
that I am more than this.
more than someone's fairy tale
more than someone's heart felt kiss..
 Jun 2014 sabella
karin naude
once i eagerly awaited the patter patter of your feet
a smile covered face in anticipation
my eyes rejoice
my heart race
blushing cheeks are lovingly embraced
to souls joined again
how naive i have been
your patter patter brings anxiety for fear of the wrath
the grows and brews under the service
exploding without any clear sign
the volcano erupts
the molting lava desecrates all living in its path
succeeding in annihilating the last of my love and affection
barren wasteland all that is left
my mind understands
my souls questions
my body remembers
my heart cannot believe, a wounded soldier in disbelieve of bleeding wounds and missing limbs
i have been here before with cold and broken hallelujah's
the show goes on there is no curtain call
falling on knees
arms on high
singing my broken hallelujah
 Jun 2014 sabella
karin naude
With every I love you
Your heart whispered soft promises
Respect, love, protection, friendship and commitment
Why am I collecting the pieces of my heart
So many little pieces
Some so small, lost forever
My saving grace, thought answered prayers
Tested it by faith so many times
So afraid to love
Needed to be sure
Oh God did the devil fool me
Did I unknowingly trust him
My saving grace
The devil with scorched wings and stolen halo
Once me
Me broken and discarded
Worth no more than dirt

This broken love denied house
Still stands
Enduring raging storms and maddening madness called life
I watch my reflection in the mirror
with my pale blue eyes
watching my lifeless stature in the dark
bones made out of gelatin
and my heart out of fragile glass
that breaks everytime i see myself

My fingertops softly touch my face
Tears keep coming faster
till my waterlines are overflowing
My nails grow sharper
and my fingers cramp
digging holes under my eyes
I want to shatter my bones
And burn my skin to ashes
I want to rip the hair from my scalp
as well as all the pages
filled with frustration
scratching and screaming
I have to be pretty

but the need for it grows
as well as the demons inside my soul
They cannot ever be satisfied
And that makes them depressed
They try to run from it but fail to escape
Instead of running they need to defeat the monsters
with guns

Jun 29 2014
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