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When you think
Maybe, we ~
Are
Forlorn
For the time-
Being cruel to us
In most heartwrenching
Wonderful impossible
Way

love, Love,            
Never was I yours
To come at your
Thresholds

Blushed a little bit
Over my sunlit cheeks
Holding in my hand

A Damascus Rose
For my beloved~
For you

A jazzy blues done
None plus no one
Gets the whole bush
Unless walking hand in hand
Through garden divine
Loving
Like
Icecold queen n' king
Siddharta within our seams
Yet, I turn in my dreams
And look straight
In those lovely
Flames

Portruding in me
Fireflies lit
For me
To you

Cosmos exists as a play

Of darkness through
Light

Hurting me
Again
No
More
~~~~~~
Please
~~~~~
For a begining
You gently touch
My wrist, holding
It with desire
And say
- Here
You
Are -
My twin~flame!!

A
Long
Awaited
Wonder
This Day Is

Magnetic
Grip
. . .
Unutterly
Unyeilding

Pulling me close within
Your chocolate
Emerald wisdom
Vishnu Inevitability
Embrace

Emitting radiance
Embraced for as long
As we need to please
The almighty & amazing laws
Of physics

Nodding
In approval of
.
.
.
Weeee-
-omens
*
= =
Woed by
Thunderous pounds
Blood in our veins
Burning like the
Ocean waves
Rhythmic pace

Dreamy foams as
Satin
Lace
Overwhelming Us

Courageous
Navigators of
Our starry midnights

Building the arch of
Invisibility
For the rest
of the
World

Our tent
Under satin~silk
Is heavens
A
Relationship
Beautifully
Playful

Extraordinaire
& Serene
cloud Jan 2015
when the juice is gone
theres nothing to enjoy
but the plain
the usual
theres no rocky
there is flavor

the brightness turns dark
without so much as a warning
like eating cotton candy
and drinking warm water
after each portion

trying to drown yourself
in icecold water
becomes a disaster
when you just suffer
from hypothermia
my lips turned purple
before my heart did  
but no one cares either way
ri Jul 2014
Gather around
and hear me preach.
Open your eyes
and see me teach
'bout a guy and girl
about fifty each
who to each other
the life they leech

Of so called love
they built a life
two chidlren a home
barely a strife.
But a silent intruder
an unseen knife
would come in between
this man and wife

The love they shared
was nowhere to see
when distractions ran out
and pride ran free,
not even their child's
heartbroken plea
could melt the ice
between he and she

Some years passed
of this icecold fight
they started to move
avoiding their sight
no talking or sharing
less turn on their spite
their children ignoring
it all out of fright

But they stayed together
in good times and bad
even though in most of them
someone got mad
their children learned
how to be  good lads
but also found out
that love's really sad

The message here is
that where love starts
it wont grow and continue
without work from its parts
Learn form this couple
and their hatred darts
In the end they left
four broken  hearts

In the end they left
four broken hearts.
Corina Oct 2014
The silence
between the lines we say is
as deafening
as the shouts of our last fight
the screams in the shower
the icecold water couldn't clean my face

you said you want me back, and yet you blame me
for every little thing you did wrong

i said i want you back, and yet i blame you
for every little thing you did wrong

Maybe i should take some of the blame - or the guilt - but when i try
i feel your angry hand around my wrist

i didn't mean to hurt you
i didn't mean to fly this far away from you
there are seas and continents between us now and skype cannot break this distance

what can you say when tears already flood from my eyes before you're starting
what can i say while i see your heart grow bitter and dark now that my light doesn't touch it

maybe this is nothing but us stopping pretending we can make someone happy
but maybe this is the beginning of the era where no star could ever shine and the sun fades away 'till a thin glow

i stopped crying, my love
one month without you, and my eyes are out of supply
my old life feels like a glove that never fitted
i don't believe you made my hands bigger

but my heart is smaller now
i still hear cracks of little pieces breaking
i still don't know where to go next
i summon and conquer your dreammind
with ghosts of aborted foetuses
and we rampage through the corridors
of your indoctrinations.
knock on the doors and you answer
with your deadmind ex nihilo,
manifestations of deeper fetishes,
like the one where you
want to fuckkids and have that power
because you have nothing.
your life is nothing but a bookend
waiting to fall off the shelf.


*n u drag ur naked body thru the blood n the glory of a fight that still has some losing left in it. u lick away ur bruzes n sleep in catatonia coz ur mind fuckedya. had enough but it was pillory n stocks n u swim on the back of a nightterror. still u drag that useless body thru gravel n rocks n icecold water, washing off the dust n the silt n the beggared belief of the siren call of a dream u had when u was young but now its gone n ur left grasping at the pebble of a memory that was once a mighty boulder but time has weathered m worn its face n peeled away all the best parts until now it is smooth n useless n small, an insignificant little morselpiece of what it once was, and u turn it round in ur hand n bury it in the silt.
Amanda Bordrup Mar 2015
Even among a thousand wild plants and blooming trees
I could never be more at home
Than between the dying flowers in your window
And your collection of foreign coins
Taped to the wall like distant memories.
“They’re silly” you said
But when you told me
I saw more stars in your eyes
Than I’ve ever seen in the sky.
When I noticed your lips shake, you simply told me:
“I want your thoughts in my hands
So I can mould them and shape them like sunflowers”.
I wanted you to know everything about me.
The shape of my tongue.
The feel of my elbow.
The taste of my smile.
So I held you for hours while you tickled my past
with your presence and promised me
that the eternal sunshine in my eyes
Would never die.
In the morning I ate eggs and carrots
While watching cartoons.
You were naked in the kitchen
Trying to spare me the harm of watching you smile
You know that your smile
Would create a burning fire in my chest.
We danced to the sound of your kitchen radio.
I wanted to feel every molecule in your body
And every frequency in your voice.

I longed for your skin
Because it felt so warm the night before.
You smelled like oceanwater
But that’s because you shower in cold water.
I know that.
I know you.
I gave you my heart and soul
The day I met your lips beneath the icecold winter moon.
“One day you’ll fly and leave me” you said.
You knew I had searched years
For wings to carry the weight of my heavy thoughts
Your wings had carried all my hopes
And all my fears and all my knowledge
I had sewn them into the feathers
To make room for unfinished poems in my head.
You know that.
You know me.

My unforgivable love for your mind
For your fingers between my ribs and in my hair
Made it possible for you to lift me
And make me soar without any wings of my own.
“That’s okay” I said.
“My feet on the ground are what give me reason
to love someone who already soars”.
You then kissed me aggressively.
Wore my entire life story on your skin
And carried me to bed

My eyes were as vivid as your lips
And we were heavy and sweaty
And utterly exposed with naked feelings
Entirely and unnecessarily obsessed with each other.
Combined in endless kisses and moans
And that morning we created a world
Were you were the only truth I could have ever known.
You flowers died that morning
And so did your love of my missing wings
And my ribs and my hair
You only heard the sound of my thoughts cracking
With images of what would have happened
If you had lent me your wings.
Matt Oct 2015
He experienced a great loss
His wife
She jumped
Off of a building
May she rest in peace

He tried to help her
Pills and more pills

Why, why did she do it?
He must have asked himself
Driven
Far, far, away

Iceman goes
Goes into the wilderness
Of his native land

The biting cold
The sharp air
The plunge into
Deep waters of despair

He had dug a hole in the ice
And it was under the ice
That he swam
A rope secured him

His retina froze
And for a moment
He said he reached a deeper consciousness

He learned to manufacture
Adrenaline
Hyperventilating
And taking in more air
Than he let out

He has been in the HImalayas
In his shorts

And holds the world record
Of being able to be submerged
in icecold water
For two hours up to his neck

These are his records
But it is not for his records
That we should admire him

But for his desire to help others
Who had their own health problems
He helped them face their own problems

One man had cancer
He talked of how empowering this was
Not that he could be cured
But that he could do something now
To fight

And these people they jumped together
In the snow
In the freezing cold
In their shorts

And the interviewer
He climbed
He climbed with the iceman
Up the mountain
No shirt, just shorts
In the freezing cold

The iceman said it himself
It is love
He wanted to bring love
Through a strong body
And a strong mind
And this love that he showed
To people

Through his method
Empowered them
Strengthened them

I admire you iceman
And though
As a man of Tao
I would never hyperventilate
Or control my breath

I would venture into the cold with you
I would climb with you
Upon those mountains

I would swim with you
In the icy water

It would be good to know you
Good to know you

And as you suffered from loneliness
When your wife passed
I suffer from loneliness too

American life is so isolating

Maybe after we will share some tea together
You were right all along iceman
To show each other love

All we can do
On earth
This difficult place
AJ Farruco Dec 2018
I am not your SUNSHINE
I am not your SAVIOUR
I am not your KNIGHT
I am not your SUPERMAN...

I don’t know what you think I am
I’m nothing, wrapped in fat & bad skin
Mr. Nobody; not The Batman
I’m antihero, more like a madvillain
Hands of DOOM at the end of my arms
Deathmetal fingers are the icecold prison bars
Darth-Vaderism: The Force is against you
And everybody chokes up under the pressure
You don’t know what I think you are?
Who’s got who by the throat, & not letting go?
It’s getting hard to breathe, gasping for air
I’d break myself just to puncture that iron lung
The point of no return was shot from a pinky
Bent back & snapped off clean by a liar
I don’t make promises, I say “InshaaAllaah”
But still can’t defuse that **** Fizzle Bomber...

I am not your SUNSHINE
I’m the dark side of the moon
I am not your SAVIOUR
I’m a centaur of the apocalypse
I am not your KNIGHT
Just a nightmare that won’t end
I am not your SUPERMAN
I’m not even a Clark Kent...

Dents in my armour from the inside & out
Calm, but look in my eyes to see the storm
You can dress me up however you want
But I’m still gonna be me under that costume.
29/07/2017.
T R S Sep 2019
I held my tongue.
As often as I could.
While dating the skinny-faced girl.

Sure.
When she twirled me around,
I found myself out of my own head.

And
Sure.
Even when she was found dead,
in the comfort of the bed,
in that house of hers,
doused with secrets and drug-fueled murmurs.

It's stirred something deep down inside.
Whirred up all of my hiding hidden emotions.

Sure.
Sowed.
And show how action over devotion
determines who's actually in charge.

Ugh.
So I barged into my mildew-made storage unit.
And I used it to plop down
And sit.
And see.
On a concrete floor.
With nothin.
Just me.
and I mangled me.
Exsanguinated.
Strangled.
With bloodshot eyes.
Enough.
Enough to manage to see how
hate
and hard hell
can create an icecold shell
over everything I ever wanted to be.

— The End —