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YoungSymba Jun 2015
Freed my soul when you handed your heart w..hole
Your pulses beated a sad song
But I held on to the highest pitch of the note
Remain sceptical of the situation but this all sources of our flaws
Imperfect flaws perfected and I loved you most
Just as you were with those scars about your chest gnawing "I'm all alone"

Quested for sanity through addictive sedations that had you abusing the remedy for therapy but who am I to lay judgement or  question?
The sun was setting so were my eyes setting too..setting on you
Ignited the spark in my soul when the dark arose and you sang me your reminiscence of times in a dark hole.


Our eyes rained through the night
But when the sun was up I realised you were an angel glittering a rainbow in her eyes.

Drugs.We.Fell.In.Love.High.
Wrote this after I wrote a song at midnight. Of course I was high. We are flawed but we find happiness in our "remedies" of maintenance of happiness. Ambiguous as this all is..girl's who are flawed and do drugs need love too. S/O to Wale for The Girl's On Drugs
mk Jun 2015
drowning in ecstasy
what a lovely way to die
// double meanings; drunk on your love //
lost in ecstasy
of the present moment
here i am
Jacob Traver May 2015
If dreamed any harder
Vivid light would fade away
Under the ecstasy of color
That would illuminate the day
What is divine, with so much of you, your heart
which i have seen, as your soul touched my soul
that changed the essence of you, as your lips pressed
my life, my hope, that went beyond all limits
so much more, as my tears cry for you, into the bliss
of ecstasy.

With love so simple, without thinking, drawing every
breath, with pure affection, it is easier to love someone
with their flaws, I want to love the whole you,
and not **** through the bad.

To feel you with the breeze on my face, to feel your sense
with your familiar thread pulling my heart, my soul, my life
unraveling me, holding me telling me what I want to hear
knowing this will be the rest of my life.

I want to be loved by the same lips that have always loved me
before the beginning of time, before I was and before you,
with my open soul, and ****** promises to my open body
is where we stand on this uneventful day of ecstasy.

Debbie Brooks 2015
Amitav Radiance May 2015
Tickled senses
Close encounter
Risky pursuit
Playful hearts
Seductive looks
Arousing touch
Ignited passions
Frenzied moves
Strong upheavals
Raised anticipation
Souls entangled
Towards culmination
Deep awakenings
Seán Mac Falls May 2015
My life snuffing out
Her beauty overwhelming
So hard is breathing
Ella Gwen May 2015
True I am not one for declarations or discussing emotions,
if I keep you around then that's enough of a notion
that yes, perhaps I will fall to love you, one day in the
future, not right now is true. I will never willingly
admit to being the fallen, more likely to distance
and cautiously move on then risk the words slipping
from my tongue to yours, as we kiss on dark corners
and leave late night bars. How many times has happiness
skipped me by? Living so opaquely and lying with my
eyes, as you take my lips but never do take my hands, I
could love you, dear J, but I'm too scared to stand.

This image you project is one I cannot pierce, I do not know
if you feel when I am in tears, whilst you do not know that
that yes they have fallen for you, our bodies make such awful love
that our minds are askew, tied to decimations old lovers cast,
for it seems two stones do not make a love that can last.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2013
( Sonnet )*

Poet to my eyes, you are the sight of whitecaps
On the sea water, or the sudden turn of a bird
In flight and as the wave I roll and break,
With drowning wings that lift toward you, my sky.

Mistress to my soul, I am the nave of your holy
Cathedral.  My head is but an occluded riff,
De-noting songs you make in aisling airs of light
Polyphony, my star over-sings the windy globe,

She swallows heaven, like swallows blacken the dusk.
Shearwater bird, strip my surface with your cutting
Wings.  My waves peak to reach you starling girl.

The sloughing chill of winter dies quick in sighs
Waft asunder my little Indian summer, wake me
From sleep and I shall dream but once for your kiss.
aisling ( ash-ling )  |  Gaelic word meaning:  a vision of promise.
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