#fond
i wish i could
remember fondly
all that i have
loved and lost
but i focus on the loss
and become scornful
biting my lips
and my arms
to keep my
silent screams
from being heard
by anyone
other than
the girl
in my head
- - -
she is no
friend of mine
but she stays
there sometimes
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
Bring down the Blinds,
at Quarter past Eleven.
As Tonight the Two of Us,
shall both be in Heaven.
At Half past Eleven,
as I make Love to U.
I bring back fond Memories,
of the Love that U Knew.
As I play,
Puppet on your Show.
U Dictate positions,
which way We Go.
As your gentle Kisses,
Rain upon My Face.
I begin slowly,
Quickening up My Pace.
With each stroke of Mine,
U keep moaning My Name.
Dawn shines it's Light
and Climaxes both Our Flame.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
I wish i could unplug my mind.
I wish i could erase and format all my memories.
I wish none of my drives were corrupted.
I wish all of them were fresh and fond as they wouldve been on the day i was born.
But here i am corrupted with all the memories we had.
But dont you dare to delete them they are the only remainder of what we had,
of
what
we
had
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
Buried beneath the same old memories
Are the papyrus and the paper scraps
The kind which will be eventually tossed
Just to settle upon the winds of trash
But even still in stillness found
Like a dream born near in this reality to pass
Though it’s a beautiful and ironic sight
I am sleeping on your memory at last
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
while they all were busy,
in praising her beauty,
falling for her looks,
admiring her eyes,
proclaiming those rosy cheeks,
he found her,
collecting the bits of herself,
that were tossed by you,
he found her behind the woods of guise,
offered her hand,
and pulled her out,
out of that fake world,
and that has made all the difference
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
absence makes the heart grow fonder
but what does it do to the rest of you?
watery eyes, framed by damp lashes
tear stained cheeks, mouth turned down
but only at the tips
arms, wrapped around your body
thoughts, drifting between past and present
fingers, mindlessly tracing the same patterns
you used to draw on me
but its okay
my heart is fonder.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
You make my brain do crazy things.
You make my heart do crazy things.
I look at you and just can't look away...
until you catch me and I don't know what to do.
It's difficult for me to control what I feel,
but I know I must be quite fond of you to feel this way.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
You must have kissed me a million times before , I thought to myself
but today you kissed me and it was as if our lips did not recognize each other,
and I couldn't even recall the last time you had kissed me.
as I moved my lips and swirled my tongue,
I realized our love was no longer young
and we had grown apart without saying a word
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
To describe her would be like looking at a waterfall.
From afar, she captures your attention
and up close you feel the mist
known as her presence embrace you.
Without a doubt, she is a beauty
and her voice gushes warmth and intensity.
However, when you get closer,
She is soothing like a water stream
and once inside,
playfulness arises.
Inside the water I am,
can’t breathe,
it’s like I swam in the most cavernous cascade ever.
I am drenched with fear as I go under the fall,
but as I further explore I am blocked by this stonewall.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
I want to slip into the spots of the moon
that you look at so fondly
on the nights that you are about to break.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
our time had differences,
but we still have time to confess
our feelings that is full of oppressed
but you still love me, I guess?
it's evening in our's, morning in your's
dinner in our's, breakfast in your's
different countries but similar emotions
we're a couple but surrounded with oceans
you're far but still i can feel you beside me
the way you touches my skin in my own fantasy
the way you caresses my cheeks like we're in reality
i'm dreaming just because i love you baby
but i want to wake up in this kind of dream
this is kinda unhappy in this type of theme
i want you now to be my girl officially
please answer me 'yes' maybe?
if you're not yet ready to answer my query
i will court you everyday just to prove you my loyalty
i am dignified to make you euphoric
i love you, please answer me real quick...
if your expecting a lot of efforts from me
i'm sorry but i can only offer you my heart baby
I love you so much baby
like a blue moon, that will be an infinity
lastly, you must be confused why the poem is entitled blue moon
it means there's a forever existing in our's soon.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
i pray to god that the memories of me
stick in your mind like honey on a spoon
i hope my laughter haunts you
like the ghost in your apartment
i hope my name burns in the back of your throat
like all the liquor you'll drown yourself in
in memory of me
i know you feel so lost without me
but god, i've never felt so free
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
I walk out to the garden
in the morning again
ahhh how I feel winter's bone
while yes it is August
an it's hotter an hell
but I hear that cold wind
just a-moan
an just a tinge of bittersweetness
in how fast time has flown
and why is it I
that must always now
roam?
an why is it my
leaf that's always windblown?
sigh
but I know
no use just to wonder
I must just embrace the unknown
and yes as my aging bones
they ache too
an I feel the pangs
of missing
the sunshine an warm,
as the winds are a-changin
an the coldness now hangs
those crystalized skies
to soon form
but sigh that's alright
for Autumn comes first
in beauty to see
here unrivaled
our winter is harsh
tho poetically so,
it's the way of my life
my survival
through perilous times
conditions too much
I have now have learned to be stoic
an my father was too
to rarely complain
an I thought my dad was heroic
he worked long and hard
conditions or not,
at least in of what I remember
an his favorite of times
well it was the fall
starting here early September,
the pies and the pumpkins
the laughter and leaves
in smells and in sights to delight
the colorous splendor
awaiting the drift
covering the mountains in white
so bring on the winds
and the beautiful leaves
as everything dead becomes new
in everything seen
and in seasons to pass,
as I am reminded of you
I say a most sincere
and grateful thank you for my life.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
I.
Unfurrow an eyebrow
Lie on pine needle bed,
A pond to the left,
Peach trees on the right,
Standing like martyrs
Whipped by the wind,
their scent bleeding in the air,
cracking your mirrors.
Clouds safety pinned to the sky
whisper behind your head.
The tadpoles aren't the only ones choking.
Staring back at you, unrecognized,
not by choice, but by accident,
the only friend left, rippling in the gossamer scarf.
And time pulled the rug on you, do you regret it?
II.
And what did you do when it rained?
You filled the pond with native tears,
built the calm waters where your nose hovers,
and despite your efforts, have nothing to show
but upward, empty palms crying to the sky,
a dry plead to set free your gaze.
The only thing louder, screaming against
the rattling leaves, is the silence,
an old friend you thought had left you.
Foolishly you welcome it,
set it down by the hearth,
ask where has it been,
what other lovers has it known.
You warm tea for two,
and set out enough blankets for the year,
clinked glasses and wished each other well,
warmed by the fire, settled for the hard winter ahead.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
Turning to Uncle Dai I wanted to speak
but
Motes flew sticking to his hat, greasy
and soot blackened. Third generation
drivers hat made from good dirt.
Embers, hot, stole the air from lungs.
They orange stars underfoot so
surely had the tunnel transported
us to the Southern hemisphere.
Steam and boiling water releasing
valves, driving pistons after clanging
gates. Ruled over all and any
utterance
until
That single silence born on the
flash of ivory in the fireman's
face. Son of the driver. To
I playing role of grandson
to follow
and
Dai's dar something in
the smoke.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
October 11, 2014, Saturday, 5:09PM
I've come to a conclusion in which
My mind is fond of finding
A trace of your being –
A constant reminder of what I could have had.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
I had these moths flying around in my stomach
Emptiness & cold *******
Every now and then I stepped down from my throne
Entertained clowns and laughed at their jokes
I even comforted fools
Then suddenly I stumbled into you..
These moths turned into butterflies
I bet you didn't even know our first kiss had me mesmerized
Overwhelmed with excitement
Having someone to complement my intellect was enticing
You really are someone worth writing for
Not to mention your worth riding for
I could finally wear my crown without having to cover its shine
Knowing your shine is just as bright as mine
I guess I wouldn't have to say how it felt when I looked in your eyes
Needless to say that's what woke up these butterflies
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
i like the smell of aftershave
but i'm not very fond of the hair stubbles that poke me
i like the smell of coffee
but i'm not very fond of drinking it
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
Stop kindling the fire.
Wait until the embers are
Enough to forge a season;
To kiss hot skin to sleep
Or to the raggedy edge, to tease;
Not all for fun but again to feel
The glowing ashes left in the pit
Kept alight, I felt their heat
And how they dwindle --
Stifled by the chill of passing time
And the many crystalline branches
Chipped from snowflakes
"Winter must be cold for those
with no warm memories..."
The sentiment reduced to shards;
You were my winter warmth,
But it's my spring that
Carries the frost
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
You stopped by to see me on your way out of town.
You said you were headed west because the locals were bringing you down.
As you sat across from me,
I looked into your eyes.
Then it hit, how much I'd miss my friend, as we said our good-byes.
I stood on the darkened sidewalk beneath a lamp that wasn't lit,
As you drove your car away from me,
My heart broke a little bit.
I would never tell a young man never to explore,
Because nobody could have held me back in my days of yesteryore.
A piece of me feels envy.
I'm no longer a young man.
If I were, then I would be with you,
Hand in loving hand.
Maybe once in a while think of me, When. like a stallion, you roam free.
When you kiss the pretty ponies,
Give a kiss for me.
As you blaze your fiery trail until you reach the ocean shore,
Remember that my heart is with you
And shall be evermore.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC