#whynot
But...
I...
I don't,
understand...
I know,
I have the right
for it;
I do need it...
It is in my hands now,
it won't slip away,
I know...
Because,
it's attached
to me...
But...
But still,
my fingertips
won't touch a
single bit...
But why?
Why?
It is on my palm...
Just a simple
reflex...
But...
I can't...
I...
But why?
Why?
Or
perhaps
why not?
...
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC
It's really a pantry of sorts.
We are all sitting together.
Drinking tea and looking towards the swinging door.
Sometimes a chaotic burst has been known to ****** itself through that singular, chipped door of an indiscriminate time period.
The China is out with some over easy eggs and toasted white bread with butter and strawberry jam.
The laughing is jolly and merry.
The swinging door slams into the side of this pantry of sorts.
A home for us.
I stand up to the door. There is no one there.
Walking out of that swinging door, noticing that no one has noticed.
This cup of tea is amazing. Fragrant and warm.
Laughter follows me as I tip toe down the Great Hall.
The Golden Doors. The archway to everlasting life.
A drooping of my wrist, as keys appear on a rigid band of gold. Razor thin, silver keys weigh in on each other causing a dilemma. Each key is opaque with the silver only made visible from the sun that struggles to saturate the Great Hall I find myself standing in. Lifting my wrist proves a difficult task
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC
Why would you, why wouldn't you?
If you knew me, you wouldn't ask that.
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC
Time keeps passing by
No word from you ever since
I am tired of waiting
When will this end?
Meet me in my dreams
That will be my closure
Do not forget me
I want you to suffer
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 2:59 AM UTC
In honesty ,
I don't see a reason not to,
I apologise for being crude or being rude or being blunt,
I can feel this urge,
this craving,
this want.
I know you've wanted it,
And I refuse to dennie it,
To be clear an honest, I don't plan to disrespect or disregard,
Your words or agreements.
But I don't disregard your wants, and I don't see why I would,
You make me feel like I shouldn't, but you do like you should.
Your eyes scream at me,
As your thoughts twisting into my frequencies, calling me, but keeping me at bay.
Your body reserved but your fingers twitch,
Watching you closely,
I can feel your nervous, it's not about me, I can feel you wanting me, but nervous.
As I said it's not me, your not nervous about me, you may not know me, but you know me, well enough to or understand or know my intentions, but you know your not nervous because of me, I know you aren't.
But I do know why you are.
You gave me a reason, but I don't feel you can agree with it, I can feel your regret already building as you say no.
But I know why,
your afraid, of the problem, of the situation, of the conversation, of the lingering regret of regrets yet felt.
But what regrets are more fearsome then the ones we create in our selves?
Give your desire to me, rest your eyes from fears, let me take what you want me to have, and I'll give everything I know you want.
To me this submission is one long coming, and now it's silent and waiting,
Every glance, every bitten lip, every idea of desire, every moment in my presence, I've felt you.
Your wants flowing to me like a current from the oceans pull, doubtless as they are, unquestionable,
And unrelenting.
So to be honest what reason not to, when it seems the scales have set, and balance is in my favor, and yours.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
whats the point of trying hard?
hear me out.
i could try really hard pass all my classes and get a scholarship. i could go to college become an engineer or something. but i would still be unhappy.
so why wouldn't i make it easier on myself and do the bare minimum get a job as a cashier or something.
i would be unhappy either way.
so why not
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
I believe i found exactly what i would like to do in life.
And all my little world is falling apart.
My mum always happy start being moody.
My boyfriend always staying starts leaving.
The gouvernement quite supportive, start withdrawing all my rights.
My emotions quite inexistant start fighting.
But if i look deep inside me, i know i am still there, i know i can trust myself, i know i will and i am making the right decisions.
So let's it be, let the world fall apart, because the one to come will never.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
Your love is like,
beautiful bands
of moving light,
undulating emotions,
through your big beating heart,
forcing chaotic
an intriguing energy,
outward to the skin,
pulsing through your fingertips,
emanating from your spirit,
piercing me those eyes,
connecting deeper
than I have ever known,
my soul to soul connection,
one deep look-
so hauntingly familiar
our eyes meet,
an we tie the moment,
creating the most exotic
and wonderful,
parallel universe of our own,
right in each others arms.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
Close your eyes to see my face,
an touch my skin in hot embrace,
reaching out to touch my lips,
you touch me deep,
an move my hips
please run your hands,
back through my hair,
let's do some things
I'd never dare,
make me want you -
that's so nice,
but ask me baby
an don't think twice.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
You kiss me in the darkness,
an you save me in the light,
I guess I'm gonna need it,
if you take me in the night,
I want to gently caress you,
to caress your beautiful face,
I want to caress your beautiful body,
and then again I can retrace,
and take myself,
back to our most special place,
I am so comfortable,
in our sacred and beautified space,
I love the yummy sounds you make,
as I touch against your softest skin,
we're moving together there as one,
it mustn't be- to love a sin,
let us do this now,
and then, let's do this all again,
You tip me back caress my neck,
an take a
n i c e ...
looooooooooooooNg
sooooFttt
kiss,
oh what the heck,
I close my eyes again,
an return me to my bliss,
Where I dream about you again.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Imagine
Just imagine
If snowman could
Think and express themselves
What would they say?
I imagine, they would talk
About creation and evolution
It would go like these:
- Do not say B.S.,
There is no creator! By chance, evolutionary
We become like these from snowflake!
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
She sits at her favorite stool,
and his too,
an old metal one,
with a soft faded & holey towel,
folded as a make-shift cushion,
Her knees out to the side,
one foot on each rung,
sipping fruity tea with honey,
crisp cold white snow blankets her outside
world,
it ain't for her the money,
preparing ideas for food for many,
always composing magic,
and bracing for the many requirements,
of her day,
She sits there so very often,
it was her very ***** place,
she loves so very much to be there,
but she leaves with only grace,
A lover, friend and his personal chef,
with him she's gotta keep the pace,
keep her his your corner,
when you need it she's a welcomed ace,
such a wonderful and sturdy brace,
grey skies are so easy for her spirit away to chase,
a strong and bending tree,
you could never really break that base,
Seems like to some in order to have true love,
is like winning some old endless race,
she hides her disappointed tears,
and a smile comes to her lovely aging face,
Patience it is her virtue,
but strength it is at her core,
her kindness though only goes so far,
before she shuts the proverbial, door,
She's been down the long goodbye road,
a few too many times before,
but hey boy it ain't like she's ever really tried at keeping score,
and she loves so much its only her mind that's temporarily feeling a tad bit sore,
She is the strength of very many,
she has her Father's helping hands,
you'll notice when she's gone,
you'll cry out her name,
in lost demands,
she's a waning waxing moon,
she changes quickly with it's sudden plans,
she leaves when the wind calls,
into the drifting times of sands,
She may not be so "easy",
but what good ever comes that way?
please boy,
listen to every single word I say,
you need the sun to shine,
so please just ask her light to stay,
So plead to her to never ever really,
go away,
she's the one who loves you true,
I pray you hear my words today,
As it seems it is the only way,
for you in this,
my folded hands,
in my silent reverie for you,
& her
I will forever,
& always pray.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Her Father's old wool jacket,
from Johnson Mills,
in creamy white,
dark forest green,
golden amber,
in a lovely patchwork,
A soft dark winter tuke on her head,
that dark green in the background,
with rusty speckles on her cheeks,
Wet snow falls silent,
the sky is a crisp Winter blue,
the air is cold and clear,
& intoxicatingly clean,
As she breathes life in and out,
then,
looking down at her black Sorel boots
and her worn black denim jeans,
a nice old holey wool sweater,
and a maul,
A **** lumberjack?
Maybe...
Dressed to hack the wood,
the plumber thinks so,
he stops by,
a friend of hers,
sorta,
Huh?
Not invited,
but no one is around here,
we all do it,
so he helps too,
Hey I'll make lunch,
harmless flirting,
I suppose,
Because,
wood warms you 3 times they say,
Once to chop it,
two to stack it RIGHT,
three to bring it in & burn it,
But if you count the starting of the,
cantankerous chainsaw & the guy,
helping you,
And you hafta arrange & rearrange, everything,
cleaning the flue and chimney,
I'd say a few more than that,
& don't ferget to pay the man,
the cantankerous one,
Yeah he got lunch too,
and about them ashes,
could be pretty hot,
take 'em out regular,
that stove cranking too,
OUCH,
She ends up gets burned,
a few times each year,
Taday,
she's on step too,
as she picks up the heavy maul,
not to heavy for this gal,
all the way back,
watch yourself,
As a neighbor winches,
a woman chopping wood?
Yup.
That's right,
a way of life,
for her,
always has been,
poised and ready,
swing and smack,
if you hit it right,
you hear a crack,
Just like a baseball bat,
hitting a homer,
Big pieces,
are made more manageable,
when you don't try to control the force,
when you let the sharpened maul,
Do all the work,
for you.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
I am a sinner,
and I know it,
& I'm OK with it,
I have made the necessary changes,
to ward of any evil,
a crucifix,
You are coming to me,
I feel it,
& :
I await,
the taste of it,
in
the taste of your skin,
& sweat
So luscious,
& delicious,
& emmmm,
so yummy,
As I taste the night,
as I taste
the bitter & sweet
of yesterday,
Again.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
Don't be afraid of love,
that fear will never let you find it.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Make me or break me
You can know that once you're through with me
I will make every straight girl question her sexuality
And only taste one for the rest of my life
Because I am a loyal *****
And you are a town ****
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Let me ask what your heart truly desires.
A question you've never been asked.
Take a minute, don’t rush your answer.
I can wait forever if you can't.
But all I want to know,
one thing before I go,
is,
can you see me in your future?
Sharing things you've never shared before?
Loving like you’ll never love again?
Wanting like you've never wanted more?
Can you see me in your future?
Selfish me, wanting all your answers,
desires you've hid away from the world,
a world where you feel all alone.
But even though you've sealed your heart up tight,
locked the doors and threw away the keys,
still I’ll ask you,
can you see me in your future?
Even with my own battered heart,
shattered from several tossed remarks,
I ask, will I be enough?
Enough to start your heart again?
To unlock your doors and open wide,
the heart you hide away inside?
What could it hurt?
The thought of you and I?
Because for me,
I can see you in my future.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
born to die another day
left to find another way
to drunk to see the light of day
to ashamed to see ive lost my way
so scared that i will have to pay
for the times i scowled, and looked away
to many times ive lost my path
and not bothred to face your wrath
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
oh where feeling a good as lovers can
its the end of the world again
dancing through the streets of your bedroom floor,
carving it up like knives through steak
and im looking at you with those hungry eyes all the same,
ill take you back, smile at the moon like wolves on the hunt
I think ill take a punt, carve a football from your heart and try score
the conversion, between the bars of your rib cage,
connect your organs like Frankenstein in a game of operation
ill take your humor too seriously ,and giggle in my own misconception
sweet jesus im unholy ,
well, my jeans are holey,
so are my pockets
so dance with me little lioness
eye me up like a meal and ill lick my lips Like the lover you want
and ill grin like the lover you need
and ill swing like the dancer you plead for
so grin my sweet,
its 9 in the afternoon,
and we have so much more to do
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
You might as well forget it all,
You might as well forget it all,
All it forget well as might you,
Backwards voodoo,
I will never fight you,
I need some more clarity,
To clarify our entities,
You're killing me ,
Squishing extremities,
I knew u were into me,
You're killing me,
You might as well forget it all,
You might as well forget it all,
All it forget well as might you,
Backwards voodoo,
I will never fight you.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
there's a place I can go
to make my words show
a presence online
preservation in time
lyrical wit
to share for a bit
write a poem
from your home
hello poetry
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
Is it wrong,
Taking a chance?
I think not.
For i rather fall
And get up,
Then not to try
And just fail.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
what a day
spinning out into you
gracefully
going all the way
in the heat
i am older
day to day
stilling. falling back
to a wasteful way
plucked raw
round a sound
of destiny,
getting lost
taken now
what will
what will be.
out within Jupiter's moon.
hush.
this is not your fight.
get excited.
I loved you the same place we started out.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC