"aske" poems
*I Played cards with death,
He asked me to pick,
Pick what I said?
A card it shall teach you of life
I picked
One,
Then two,
Lastly three,
*Have you picked wisely
Death aske me,
King
*Queen,
Then the joker made three.
Who will live the longest?
Death pointed his ***** fingers,
I looked, thought who would it be,
I said the king or queen would be last
Death cold stare looked at me.
The king when visited
Did try to buy his life from death,
Death doesn't need gold you see
But I gave the king a coin
For the ferryman to take his soul.
I said the queen would be my second guess,
But again he looked coldly upon me,
She asked me to be her king
But I whispered I am the god of death
to be a king would be no use me.
She was taken again no use of gold
But I once again gave a coin .
It couldn't be the jester?
A creepy smile feel upon his face,
Death said, what is life with out laughter
I came for him, he made me laugh
He did an impression,
He impersonated me,
I laughed out loud,
I hadn't done that in
A million years.
So I told keep others laughing
I will give you and those extra years
But like all I will come for thee,
So the tale was told.
Laughter is a way to keep life going
But everyone will be visited,*
King,
Queen,
Jester
You and me
Just keep laughing it will add on years to your life.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
The idea of you falling for me
Not just my naked body but
Also my emotions too I must
Tell you that I love you for who
You are you......the idea of you falling
For me is killing me Softly
Killing me sweetly as you kiss me
Everywhere you want sensei I hold
Your hand as we make intense and
Passionate love. I aske where you come
From. You say that you are from the land
Of the rising sun. Then you kiss me in
The deepest part of me
Kissing my soul not just my womanhood
You love my scent of my body. As you
Kiss me I see a spark in your eye as we
Couple you smile gently and mischievous
I want to kiss you
I want to desire you
I want to smile with my eyes
At you
I want keep having *** with you
My loving sensei, you are falling
For me as we just fall asleep in
Eachothers arms. As I fall asleep
I heart your heartbeat
Killing my Softly
Killing me sweetly as we
Lay in eachothers arms
Our legs entwined sleeping
As I wake up you are not there
I wonder where you are
Only to see that you are sleeping
With another student. But I still
Love you. It's killing me
Softly
And painfully sweet
If only we could make love again
But I am your ***** secret that you
Are ashamed of.
Why
Are you killing me Softly
Killing sweetly
killing me slowly
But I know in my heart
That you love me only
And that you have tosave face.....
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
What keeps me happy makes me happy,
can get me blue than slaps me, lastly aske me,
What happened at sea?
Connecting closer and closer to you and you,
it's easy to lost sight of the light that's brought you to,
walking through the valley of doom,
with a capital V for vicious, vastly,
and the various moon;
I was swept to my back by the scariest broom,
left breathless, meat of my body unstressed
and stretch less for the world to consume.
Woken up my throats choken up
from all this rough spoken stuff, though
none was really spoken to me but
rath spoken through me, while thinking
I'm being consumed when I was only consuming.
Earth - yes I get a bit gloomy and ********** sue me!
But all you'll get is what I've given to ya,
the beauty of the moon, sun, land and the blue sea.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
Jeg gik baglæns og faldt direkte ned i tomheden
Her ånder jeg men lever ikke
Kun min hud kan jeg mærke noget så nært
Det strammer som latex på hele kroppen
Blandt betonhuse der bliver bombet
Skriver jeg ord der bliver til aske
En tyk tåge af følelser svæver forbi mit hovede og gør luften tyk
Så jeg vifter den væk som cigaretrøg
Jeg gik baglæns og faldt direkte ned i tomheden
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
den kolde luft river i mit ansigt
de farverige blade danser rundt om mine fødder som ildens stråler
jeg træder forkert, for jeg kan ikke danse i det tempo
har aldrig lært at danse to og to
jeg brænder mig
prøver desperat at slukke flammen
men den æder mig og min letantændelige krop op
jeg ender som det fineste sorte aske
efterårsvinden kommer susende forbi
og puster mig stille væk
så nu var det som om at jeg aldrig var faldet over
ildens lange ben og skubbet af den kolde luft
det var som om at jeg aldrig havde danset
det var som om mine dådyrøjne aldrig havde kigget i dine blå
det var som om at du aldrig havde forført mig mens de gule blade lå på jorden
og jeg kiggede op i luften og tænke
hvor er livet dog smukt
hvis bare jeg var ligesom efterår;
forførende men kold, smuk men trist
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC