Change is inevitable.
Oh how she could have evaded
the kisses you have planted
on the soil of her skin.

"Water me,"
she asked and waited,
as flowers wilted around her frame,
a garden of grim.

Four falls passed,
an eco-system to adapt,
for she rained and she rayed,
for a garden, fond of the placid.

Oh she was a forest,
but just a garden she saw,
you admired her flowers
and tied it to a string.

The bouquet you made,
of her peonies and petunias,
the bits of her you plucked,
only for your own regard.

The parts of me you have messed with,
grew gloomy but shall never wilt,
for another fall shall pass,
and a garden of placid I shall fulfill.

I slept soundly that night as I
Huddled in my blanket of tightly
Knitted flesh, skin so
Soft,
Silky,
Patches
Of a hundred souls touching
My body, each a moment of death
Forever touching another, held together
With silken twine.
I lay on my torso, it is so soft, to rest a weary head,
No ribs do stick or protrude,
All taken from this form now
Delicately comforting my head,
I use not geese feathers,
But that of the
Finest,
Curly,
Hair,
So tightly held, washed to silk smoothness
As they tenderly hold my sleeping slumber.
I have moments of sorrow, as I look behind,
A head board of white,
It is cold as death, but It shows the beauty attained by
Oblivion, the passed resting as one above my head.
I maybe called a monster, but in death is sleep
For the dead now slumber with me,
I hear their souls curse me, voices
Radiating,
Screaming,
Violating
My thoughts, but this is my time,
As each I fed upon, there tortured  souls.
There anguish feeds me, and when I am
Consumed within them,
I once again rest. Comforted
By sleeping upon the dead
They touch me like no living could do,
I have another blanket to sew,
Yes it must be peeled while you still breath,
But your torso is so soft, maybe time for a **new pillow.

Taking a drive on a Summer night
getting lost on country roads
Windows down, holding hands
the smell of fresh-cut grass
the harmonious sound of cicadas and tree frogs
while the wind blows through our hair.

It was perfect.

Parking the car beside the lake
Beneath the stars
on a cheap, cotton blanket
making love on the riverbank

We were perfect.

Breaking the rules
dancing on a bridge
You falling asleep on my shoulder
at midnight
as I drive us home.

Life was perfect.

These are memories I will never lose
from a Love that didn't last

I welcome you to my humble consciousness,
The inner thinking of the naive human machine.

Programmed to be a shelter upon the depth of your fears,
And ease the pain as you release those sorrowful tears.

Let not your burden of current keep you stagnant,
But release thy dead weight upon my ears,
And blanket yourself with my hospitality.

I shall take you away from the scars of inner hurts,
And comfort you with my shoulder to rest,
While offer you part of the morning calm.

I shall give you my fountain,
And the sound of a piano,
Or the iPod with your favorite music for this occasion.

I shall pick up a watermelon I left on the river to keep cool,
Strawberry from the garden,
Grapes from the vines,
And apples from the orchid.

In the mist of the picnic table,
As the sunlight glare upon your smile.

Let the lake soothe you,
In the mist of forest,
While birds soar upon the sky.

No one will disturb you,
I will guard this garden,
And you may stay as long as you like.

I call this my home,
Hidden in my mind,
And only you are invited.

You could say hello
and my lungs would heave more than
the euphoric sigh.

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Please don't say goodbye,
for I avoid beginnings
and you're worth the try.

Blanket of Snow On A Hill


In the state of NY upon a hill
A Blanket of Snow was so real
Right before my very eyes
A blanket of snow a surprise
On my way to another state
This photograph I had to take
Nothing moving not a sound
A blanket of snow on ground
On the ground the snow lies
Glittering before my eyes
Every branch on every tree
Snow covered I could see
The beauty of New York City
A Blanket of Snow so pretty
How I will forever behold
It's beauty from the road
The winter wind it doth blow
Through the trees and snow
Blowing through leafless trees
Calms ones spirit right at ease
Softly singing a calm melody
Beckons the call for all to see
The chill of the morning snow
Fills the air of Gods pure glow
All white down the mountain
A stream of frozen fountain
Snow on hill will fade away
To brighten Gods given day
Picture perfect it doth seem
Only something you'd dream
Words hardly cannot convey
Of the beauty I saw that day


WrittenBy: Barbie Kirk 03-01-15 7:25pm   - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11928026-Blanket-of-Snow-On-A-Hill-by-RainbowBlessings#sthash.phX­AT515.dpuf

Newspaper on the floor
It's already 9:38
Oh! **** i am
    very late
I missed my
     breakfast
Being a lazy mate !

With half opened
                  eyes
Neither i arise
Nor open the
              door
Already in blanket
I will be sleeping
                  more !!

Now finally i arose
           with a bang
Because my phone
                     rang
It's already 1:45
so much in haste
            and hype
Barely i have lunch
It's not a instance
       of a single day
It's a often play !!!