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Empty days practiced by people all hiding from the realities that stand in front of us, daunting us, taunting us, casting shadows on our heads. Empty days practiced on purpose by people all hiding from realities due to fear of substance but we long for substance. Substance that casts the shadow looming over our heads, taunting us, daunting us. Laughing at the endless circles we run in hiding from the substance we yearn for, we long for but would rather lose our breath for because our fear is far greater that our need for understanding of truth, understanding of ourselves and the things that surround us. Empty days practiced by people conflicted between fear and need. Empty days practiced by people discontent with a stunted growth but no motivation for nurture. We would rather live in a false pretense of what we are and what the world is than face our fear of honesty and confrontation. Truth is substance and substance gives us depth. Depth feeds our understandings and allows us to grow as people. But we would rather digress than progress because as a society we cannot accept that flaws are not permanent and we cannot accept blame or acknowledge that we create pain. That we are apart of the darkness. Empty days practiced by ignorant people, practiced by me, and practiced by you.
Derek Leavitt Dec 2015
I watch her rise in the east. her glorious form.. her elegant hair... the glow off her body from the beams of the heavenly light, afar.. She smiles.... I watch from the west. she approaches me.. I look to her eyes..... Dominance, Submission... I can't control myself for longer........... Her hands caress the side of my face,
I slowly close my eye and when they open...
her lips.
preparing to touch mine...
the breeze form her exhale is cool like ice.
Her moans like the cries minxes.
I lurch forward. Pressing her body to a wall with mine... the doors shut and we locked ourselves inside... these were not desires... but instead, we made love that night...
Brent Kincaid Nov 2015
Don’t touch me.
I don’t know you,
A stranger to me,
I don’t allow you.
You smiled at me
From across the place.
In this noisy nightclub
You’re just a face.

You might be a cook
Or maybe a movie star.
I don’t know you at all.
I don’t know who you are.
You don’t have permission
To put your hands on me
And treat me like someone
Who is desperate and ******.

I totally understand
The way things are today.
After all I’m in this bar;
It’s like I seem to say
I’m one of those types
You take home for some fun.
That might be what you think
But I am simply not that one.

You see, all I can go on
Is a matter of your looks
And I am not a psychic
To tell angels from crooks.
So, thank you for your offer,
But I am going to pass.
I turned you down even though
You patted me on my ***.

I won’t woke up tomorrow
Full of sorrow and regret.
I won’t be the conquest
You will quickly forget.
I’ll be the one who has
Taken the time to say
I understand your game
But, I don’t want to play.
to*  affinity  fortified
to  fosforus  frenchynice
to  e­ffortless  to fantasized
to  effulgent  freefateflight
to  fantasy  fre­efallity
to  faithful  affirmity
to  fabulous  effervesce­nt
to  fiery  ferociousness
to  fairy femininity
to  feline  femalefool
to  fuzzy  flutterby
­to  flambouyantsy
to  flameaman
to  fellowfollows
to  *face to face
I'll describe it to you
Slow
Scrolled comforter
Warm sheets
Pillows
His skin
Silk against my own
Caramel, sweet on the tongue
Licking my lips as I write
I can still taste him
We were in it
Lost in our own little world
Thrusts and moans
Darkness
Scented candlelight
No words
And then, it began to explode
From black, to Red, to blur
His face never far from my own
Hand on my throat
Choke
And then
A kiss
Different and slow
Hard yet tender
A bite, a lick
Lost in that kiss
The rhythm changed
He pressed his forehead to mine
Eye to eye
Nose grazing nose
Slow
Every second slow
Every moment connecting
Soul
He said it all
Without saying a word
Every motion
Screamed out
Love
Every swirl
A letter of his name
Etched with every sigh
Deeper and deeper
Embedded in my heart
And there I lay
Gasping
Trying not to cry
Realizing why
The old saying goes
Love hurts
It's true you know
It destroys you
In the most beautiful way
And so there I lay
Destroyed
Alive
In Love

And so I can write....
I Lived ..... Once...
One day....One midnight...
Before I died.....
His ❤

©MV
miss pie Sep 2015
easy now
saddle worn speak

rain on the wind
drops me here

amber stone earrings
stopover deal

downpour delivery
secret stories flight

rattling rot release
worm chirping ooze

foster a feeling
foreign delight
sitting by a window watching a storm move in ... the smoke from fires soon disappears.... walking barefoot on wet ground ... days later ... skies are blue
Tony Luxton Aug 2015
Some sit turning handles,
minds lit by candles.
But do their arc lamps flash
when freed from making cash.

While some are wriggling, book worming,
their minds inflamed, brightly burning.
The difference, some time to think,
nature's race or nurture's link.
Many soulful nights
I wandered upon
solemn lonely paths

And I wondered why
I see your face
among beauties
of ancient stars

Intuitive crystal
spheres envisioned
the subtle lines
drawn all over
your gentle hands

Wishing you could caress me
Wishing I'd cherished you long

Carried away, blown by
Maestrals and Zephirs
We bump at each other
Occasionally. Hypnotised.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Love
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