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 Nov 2012 Ugo
Sarah Murdock
An ode to me you sing

Bright as candles
from a second story window
flickering prayerless faith

Shadowed fears,
writhing,
the pain screams in agony to itself
for I feel none

None
with those eyes above mine
that chest against this one
and your voice by my ears

Together breathless,
***** streetlamp reflections
beneath puddles
you pant my name from above me

Rasping ghost like
cigarettes as sound
pound
pound
pound
due to an addictive habit

But smoking aside
and all else upon which we’ve relied…
love is the flame
of which I’ve the most pride
 Nov 2012 Ugo
I am myself
Cursed
 Nov 2012 Ugo
I am myself
Mesmerizing

The only word to describe your gaze

Magnetic

Your hold over me

Nothing is sacred

My secrets are known

Your powers abused

Emotions conflicting

Crashing in my chest

My heartbeat is deafening

Filling my ears with rushing pounding blood

Choices no longer my own

If ever they even were

Your oppression a cruel delight

Plucking my heart from my chest to add to your collection

When the piper calls the heart must answer

Lest it beats no more

No struggle, No fight

Freedom isn't an option

It is not even wanted

Games were never so enjoyable

Torture so desirable

Steal my soul for I have naught else

Though once offered it is no longer stealing

The spell you have over me

Too strong to be broken

A curse that is mine to bear for eternity
 Nov 2012 Ugo
Carissa M Wyles
You reached out your hand
And so gently, wrapped it around mine.
The darkness . . .
The darkness was there,
But as he fell asleep
You remined me: I am not alone.
 Nov 2012 Ugo
CyRhen Sohngs
As we hold our tongues in our heads, like nuclear threats, we are sure that those three words, that simple three word voice command, will be the end of us both, in a beautiful bloodbath, *** like war.

Two entities struggling for power and satisfaction, an atomic blast that is sounded with a sigh and an arch. The aftermath, sheer destruction, nothing anymore dominant than the next, everything melting into itself and one another. An overwhelming lump of calm and submission.

A skirmish for primitive power and oneself. The treaty of two bodies, silent, secretly sweet, and sullen. A whitewash of disdain where passion had just been.

*** like War
Anger is an Aphrodisiac
Hate is fuel for Passion
Love is and Instigator

We couldn't hate enough to love.
 Nov 2012 Ugo
Paul Stevens
I sit before you a shadow of my former self, where once I would have reflected all that is you,
Now I absorb your freely beamed energy, hoping to feel the way I did before so long ago
My strength is my inner wisdom, not the outer shell; although still handsome some would say
A depth of character resonates from “those eyes” dark black/brown still smouldering, still alive, knowing
The delights of the body still wanting, occasionally satisfied, the mind plays tricks, for a while young again
Ambition becomes survival; action becomes interest and discussion, finally knowledge and experience
A struggle for acceptance or a path cut into my psyche through the ignorance of youth and inexperience or
Was it the innocence of not knowing and the eagerness of an open mind with a thirst for facts and the truth.
The incomprehension of reality continues to acceptance “I am older now” my life thus far an adventure,
Limited by health and financial restriction, inventiveness rules the day, a shared belief a shared involvement.
 Nov 2012 Ugo
Cassie Mae
When we first met
the fact that I would fall for you
never crossed my heart

When we first became friends
the fact the you would break my heart
never crossed my mind

When we first fought
the fact that you would walk away
never crossed my heart

When we first didn't talk
the fact that it would end like that
never crossed my mind
© Cassie Mae Writings 2012
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