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It seems I missed the opportunity to wish you, a "Goodnight, Pleasant Dreams", my dear.
   Many would say a small thing as Things go. What with the Trumpet blaring out "I Love You" and the Bassoons low mournful note of "Goodbye",  and in between, the blazing Pinions of love's "Do or Die".
   But here is a Home!!  This thing made of Stone and Brick, Trees cut to fit.  Call them Love, Faith, Charity and most crucial Hope.
      This small profound edifice is held together by the Mortar(Good morning, Beautiful. How are you today) and Lathe ( let's do this together. Can I do anything for you?  May I ease your burden My Dear. How can I Help.) And the Nails of Iron and the Glue that Binds( Good night.  And Peaceful Dreams, Sleep here in my arms.).  It's all these little things that hold it together. The Constant Work that Love Engenders in one another to Build Together. That Proclaim Quietly but Resoundingly, One Moment to the next, Day upon Day, Month to Month, and Year after year, that We are Companions in this Life. That I will not forget that My Friend is with me and to always Undertake for the best for My Helpmate.
    That is the bedrock upon which  Love of each other and all the rest is built.
  And so,when all the nourishment I want is in front of me.. Your mind... With all your Hopes and Dreams, Fears and desires, your Passion and your Apathy, your Great Strengths and your small Limitations!!!    
       All the memories we created together. When seen through your eyes The perspective and light, have changed all I see, as if for the first time.
    You and our first kiss, Discovering in ourselves each other. That is what it is about. Learning where we fit together like a pair of double doors that had been used individually in different houses.
     The years apart gave us different wear and an admixture strength and weakness.  A Fine smoothed finish polished by countless hands, yet Rough here or there, where kicked open or the small crack from when we stood firm against those of Ill repute who used without care.
       But when finally brought to the others side, Its obvious they were made to fit together from the start, that this is where each belongs.  Supporting one another and facing the world, Side by Side.
    To our Friends. ALL-WAYS  Open an our Ownself.., we allow our selves the privilege of accepting that we all have flaws and own is that we Dont deny ours.
Remember that while we apart gained and lost and so did they.  If you look we might need some sanding here or there. A bit of planing and joined in a couple spots. But .. We were always for eachother. Made to stand together each fiting the other a left and a right the same in their differences..complimet.
             - Alexander Hamilton 2018
For Brittan Lewis
It can and does happen
Court Jul 8
Deepness has no limit..
Love has no end..
there are no words that could explain..
Only Spirit..  
The generosity..
The effort.. 
The feeling of being gropped.  
Held hostage by the ******* of life,
uncontrollably..
The only control is of self..
Which indeed is....  
A very special thing
Deepness
Lips meet gently and then with force.
Dancing tongues and twisting bodies.
Straddling his core.
Gliding fingers and ***** *******.
Arched backs and delicate pressure.
Passion dripping into his mouth.
Sweat drenched bodies and heightened pleasure.
Changing directions and comprised positions
Anticipating him inside.
Grasped waists and gratified senses.
Sticky messes and tight thrusts.
Bursting inside her.
Rolled back eyes and body convulsing climaxes.
Thirst quenched and hunger satisfied.
Amanda Esther Aug 30
Choking on the sour taste of whisky as I say your name
My brown skin spoiled for your tongue
My heart beating to the rhythm of your drum
It calmed me to be able to surrender myself
to someone so pleasurably cruel
Going as far and as much time you permit
As your poison runs through my bones

His lips going down my neck
His breath burning my skin
Hickeys on my *******
His wandering eyes locked on my body
His hands tracing my curves
And then a stinging I felt. One that I enjoyed

You read my body's mysteries
Produce the scenes in my fantasies
My skin tied in your knotted desire
I bite my lip and press my thighs tight
And there you were, your hands around my neck
Making me light headed
Each whiplash, each biting scar
Each delicious sting from candlewax
The thin line between pain and pleasure
Only you know how to satisfy
This hunger inside of me
To make me scream and moan in sweet melody

His body was my temple
Taking pleasure as I kneel before him
And stand at his command
I knew the wetness between my legs
Would help him calm down his flames
And that his flames would cause a river
To flow down my legs
The storm inside me raging like a flash fire Consuming all in it's path
A tempest that drowns out thought and sounds
Swirling like a tornado of sensation
And I look up at him to hear his voice
The command that releases me
*** for me.
Ylzm May 30
Life's a garden, and we're its bondservants:
Disciplined within by beauty, and
Compelled without by fear -
The wilderness, ever encroaching -
We strive; And seek, more and more:
Life's for living, even every moment,
For the wilderness overwhelms, inevitably.
bk May 10
Who killed Hate?

She has been with me all my life, but now I cannot find her.
She dwells in my heart, but now she is gone.
She helps me with my actions, but now I work alone.

Hate has never left me before.
Hate has always been there my whole life.
Hate is a part of who I am.

I see Hate in my conversations.
I see Hate in my actions.
I see Hate in my mirror.

She likes to tell me that I should not talk to someone.
She likes to tell me that I will fail at what I am about to try.
She likes to tell me that I will never meet certain expectations.

Where are you Hate?

Have I left you?

I think she is still there,
but I have found such love in him
that I have forgotten what
Hating myself feels like.

Hate, I have moved on.
I have found the key to the ******* you have kept me in.

B.K.
Darryl M May 8
When Convos no longer flow.
Do you really think we’ll still grow?

I used to flow with everybody.
But, hey, if you don’t like the flow, let’s put a bridge on it.

I thought I paid my dues.
Got a ticket out of your life.
But I guess that ticket was lottery,
Because I never won.
Now what we have is just a gamble.

I thought I had no issues.
But why am I here with a bunch of tissues?

We had what we had.
But I guess it’s toilet paper, it’s all used up.
Picked up all the dirt, now it’s time to flush it out.
Flush it down the drain.
With all the memories that brought me all the pain.

You’re the one that never will bow.
You’re the one who made me take a vow.
You’re the one that brought the wow.
The one that fits in nobody’s row.

Not everything about me is about you.
But it’s funny how I still keep your pictures.

I guess you were nothing but a nightmare
dressed in a daydream.
Completed: 30th December 2017 [23:39 PM]
Darryl M May 6
He speaks the unspoken,
she responds but hears not.
Far away is his heart from her,
not knowing, what her's installs.
The light of his joy, getting lost in her glance,
the darkness of his character, the relationship withers.
The light and the dark meet,
an eclipse upon their communion.
A simple balloon is their love,
a rose is their view of one another,
thorny are the thoughts.

For we give ourselves a taste of what’s not,
Then cook up what’s to be.
Locked in an illusion.
Beware of the Freedom!
GreenTrees Apr 13
The brightest lights cast the darkest shadows.

And oh what shadows I cast upon thee.

These dark days and my dark ways,

from my love you may never flee.




Karl V.  2019
Bound so tightly like leather and twine
in a cage she keeps this broken heart of mine.

My knees bloodied and my hands tied behind my back
In her shadow, dressed darkest black.
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