"climatic" poems
Do you think of I as I dream of thee?
Through my mind passing so vividly
Like tidal and waves, washing, drifting on shore
A tide pulling me in
Oh drown me evermore.
I wade in such euphoria, yet I crave such a love
A love only two in a sleepless night can dream of.
Absent of touch
Words had me lifted
A climatic conversation
My world had shifted
Deep inside the irises
Travelling distances deemed too great
Watching as the hands of time
began to weave a brighter fate
Dismiss these heavy worries
Let rushing thoughts rest calm at bay
I need not search for such peace
For you have brought it to me today
Between the lines of tongue
Rolled and whispered your adoration
But hear not what I feel
Is such love a fabrication?
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
Respect
for the mother and fathers who build this playground for us to roam ,
respect for the floating flowers sweet seed sprouting into blossoms tree
respect for the love of self - selflessly
respect for the helpers helplessly
respect for the boundaries
rises climatic waves crash onto soft shore
breakfast on the patio
what could one ask for more
then a wake up call without using a phone
last night's revelries spill over into today's serenity
sacred ground
sacred sounds
early bird gets the worm they say
share the love
spread the love , doctors healers
love knows no bounds
but seeks to reach each tip of wing in illuminated golden heart seen on first meeting
glows the fireflies
who light up the night time so bright
nor the wonderlusting princesses moving in her own skin with so much filling to the brim
overspilling with kisses and loves
spilt beers and american dreams turn to dust on the desert plains
and the silken haze hangs low across the city
bike riding race styling high flying
we already die to live to give
we already sing to the silent tunes of water droplets
and bird calls
tree's sigh in daylight delight and fight no one, not even the night for ...
the tree's photosynthesise by moonlight
leaves drink in the cool wise light and give off dreams of softly fading starlight
and laughing at Jamican tour guides....exucse me while i light my spliff....har har har har.....and over here is the kitchen...
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
My lover is shy;
She would not let me touch her.
I wrote poems to her;
They fell silent on the paper.
My lover is sly,
She would tape us together,
Reading my longings, my desires,
Playing to my fulfillment.
Moaning,
Groaning,
Bound together, glued,
Holding our hands together;
One strong fragrance
Holding our breath together;
Silent climatic death,
Sweet ecstasy.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
...unless it's with me.
Dating you is anti-climatic
and I'd be ****** if I ever
succumb to a part of me
begging to be cut loose from you.
I don't want to be swallowed by
the euphoria derived from
vintage pictures and videos;
I know that the saccharine
comfort will be both
short-lived and lachrymose.
I don't want to have to
flip through your new pictures daily,
searching for remnants of the love we shared
through the new love you'd then be experiencing.
Usually,
I'd wish nothing but the best
but I want the worse for you.
My mental is too detrimental
to handle you and another.
I don't want to wake up
from constant nightmares
leaving my stomach tied in knots
you'd only see on TV.
I don't want to sit at family dinners alone
when you were suppose to be there with me.
I don't want to have to look at chocolate desserts
and remember how it's your favorite
so although I detest chocolate,
I eat it anyway to somehow
suppress the feeling of you not being there.
I don't want to watch you fall in love with another.
You carry a part of me
every time you're apart from me
and I'd rather you cheat
than to follow what seems like tradition
and leave.
I don't want to watch you fall in love with another.
I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
and I'm down on both knees
pleading please,
oh please
I don't want to watch you fall in love
...unless it's with me.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
You see a kaleidoscopic spongesque speck pushed into a blur over your vision,
Sitting on air & feathers.
You sit on air rather than feathers,
Incased in drywall,
Surrounded by your worldly possessions,
Drowning in sweat,
Suffocating from air,
The hum of coupled fans waltzes’ into your skull,
A metallic mind prints mass media
Via a melodramatic faux-vintage situation into your skull,
There’s the pitter-patter of post-traumatic pondering in your skull,
A Mexican Coca-Cola clutched in your left hand,
Phillip-Morris owns the pocket on your breast so that they sit closest to your heart,
Pabst Blue Ribbon has carved rights to your liver,
You have an over analytic sense of humor and well-being.
Now you decode your day.
Now you chastise your intuition for lustful engagements with shadow people.
Though you have no qualms with this,
You enjoy yourself from time to time.
But cannot you imagine a more climatic proposition,
In a less disposable universe?
Where corners are cut,
Shoving dignity & quality out the door
Is where impractical risks are made.
However,
All you ponder now is the blur pushed into the edge of your eye.
Perhaps it is a microorganism rendezvousing with another microorganism.
Though they would have no concept of predetermination.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
We stalked the dusty terrain as the sun set to dusk
The air hung hot and heavy with much animal musk
We almost called it quits but we spotted the Ivory tusks
The setting sun shone upon turning them yellow gold
And the great beast who carried them was many a years old
And so they would be told
And so they would be told
With a charge we hasten down the hill.
Ropes flung but the beast still had will.
And I aimed my rifle to the climatic ****
The shot rumbled across the twilight sky and the elephant had died.
The majestic body to the ground it rolled.
When they stole the Ivory tusks came over me a lonely cold.
And so they would be sold.
And so they would be sold.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
*Isabel sits on the rusted garden bench,
my heart misses a beat, yet again as I watch,
her eyes are downcast, it's late afternoon,
she looks **** tired, dishevelled, distraught.
The world is on a slide, going bad to worse,
believe me i could see premature grey in her coiffure,
she is fired from her job, I can guess,
it hits me hard to think she is inconsolable.
Then, we all are, who is secure these days!
Under a tree, with withered leaves, she sits,
climatic change, obviously is playing havoc with it,
the evening sun, just slanted westwards,
seems unusually cruel to this girl,
no cover of thick foliage, moreover.
I see children playing around Isabel,
even they are soon losing interest,
if mirthful they are, make some noise and
run around, she would have smiled,
I would have felt far better than this!
Well, I don't know Isabel, may be her name is different,
on evenings I used to watch her from afar,
with curious eyes, I admired her incomparable elan,
hoping to make friends with her,
such a gentle soul she looked.
We'd become friends, by and by, I had hope,
I saw her smile and loved her sunny side,
but before I could meet and ask her out,
it happened, even without a notice,
I am fired from my job, today.
They said the downturn affected us bad, it showed,
What can you possibly say,
other than, just accepting the pink slip*
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Burnt out heroes
in amongst the burning plans of villains
Fearless- in amongst trying to be like your heroes
within comic feelings. Sounds comic; chiefly
read in pages of a lifestyle. Naked eye strips,
greyish looks of cloud lids filled with rain in my
eyes
Heaven is crying every night, a thousand
angels in a stormy night
Reminiscing fallen angels from that hole
in the sky. Human are too fallen; those lost
of conduct or virtue- a hole in their soul's closet
the devil that urge you. Church who; probed
questions of your faith to search you.
As I refer to you being trapped in your mind
off it's strict curfew
Even as a role model plays a perfect smile
there's still an act to keep thoroughly
But in that case when fans aren't around,
their face peels away the skins of lie
No need to practice your lines
no need to pretend to be a star out of Hollywood
like light's shine. Shyly acting free!
The end of the scene, a role model no longer blind
when they're now unseen
Skin grey
un rubbed emotions, and cracking sounds
drawing river lines on the skins display
All applauds are gone; just you clapping by
yourself under the clap of thunderstorms
Still feeling empty, even with the person you
brought home, bought home- to come and practice
those secrets tabs of your chrome
At times trying to be anti pessimistic
anti climatic, of all you've achieved and all
those childhood wishes
Swimming with the ugly fishes; selfish needs
you couldn't have had before
It's the role models, having crowds dancing
to their tune, all pressing their head on the floor
Can't mask a flaw, only disguising it until
it all comes out in the world
No role models left,
just the ashes of their dead careers and
immediate deaths. O yes, success tickles
the ears—as common sense becomes so deaf
All is grey, grey is the colour of my heroes,
forgetting they all started as imperfect people
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 4:09 PM UTC
As a child I was told to take shelter in a storm.
"Wait for danger to pass, where it's safe and it's warm."
Was the plea sent down wet steps and the outmatched door
To chase my staccato strides.
I'd lose it, if I could help it,
In puddle waves and wind-whipped tides
Over rocky shores and steep divides
Then stroll down the lane with thunderstorms n' hurricanes.
While the sky cracked with tension and the red oaks strained,
I never felt small nor ever afraid,
Of the forceful rumbles their limbs obeyed,
I felt alive n' emboldened by every squall
Raised higher and higher by the climatic cure-all
Until I could meet it face to face n' eye to eye
And hold its gaze, as though it were mine,
Until the blackened-beaten town and the next day's fight
Seemed bold but inviting, a blinding light.
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
My breath has been stolen
Words whispered sweetly
Taste of lips so tender
Ravage me completely
Skin touches
Bodies pressed together as one
Mouths hungrily seek
The first time , the unknown
Hands through my hair
Pulling me close
Lips devouring my neck
So little control
My flesh quivers
Nimble bite of the breast
Hands caress my hips
Your hunger confessed
Touching , tasting
Souls exposed
Two that we're alone
Finally whole
Feasting upon my eden
Climatic ecstasy begins
My voice fills the room
Your sin buried within
Bodies collide
Together they are one
Overflowing in our rains
The beauty of making love
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
I can't do this anymore.
HELP! I'm falling apart on the floor.
Sleeping has become my only score.
I've can't even cry.
Must be strong for the poor.
I'm okay on the outside.
I'm crashing down in the core.
Tell me "It's okay."
Let me blindly love tomorrow's day.
I want to speak,
but sometimes, there's nothing left to say.
I want to smile..
..but no..
I'm not okay.
I'll never admit it.
I fall apart everyday.
I was heading to "Out The Window",
but hit a *** hole on the way.
Am I even trying?
Why am I always lying-
..on this floor..
begging,
pleading,
stressing,
for more than I have the courage ..to ask for?..
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
Layer by layer, I unravel love
And see the interlocking of eyes with passion
Inhale the scent of romance, of you
Feel the intertwining and gripping of hands
Taste the sweetness of your breath
Hear the sound of my heart beating
In rhythm with yours
In the climatic union
Of two souls
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
I want to hold you tonight
Help you undress
Corrupt your morals
Hear your desires confessed
I can't deny my hunger
I'm left with such a constant ache
My thoughts drip with anticipation
I can feel your body shake
Let me consume you
Make love to you all night
Let my fingers stimulate nerves
That I playfully bite
I need to taste your flesh
Leaving not an inch I haven't touched
In places most never talk about
Let me show how to make love
Explore my body
Leave no stone unturned
Feel the muscles in my thighs
I'll whisper things you've never heard
Your skin is but a canvas
I need to create with my lips
Your moans are the sweetest sounds
Your hands so strong on my hips
You have awakened my tenderness
It is drenched in my rain
It awaits your sweet kiss
Climatic ecstasy calls your name
Our bodies are famished
Our thirsts we must quench
As we collide together
Falling off the bed
Both saturated in sweat
Both so out of breath
A glass of wine as we rest
Then we climb back in bed
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Summer skies glow like wine
with the warmth of the season
in rich hues of burgundy
As the sun sets
the waves of the sea
soak themselves in shades of the sky
to leap like waves of fire
cradling the residual heat
of the last days of summer
The burnished hues at dusk
as if borrowed from autumn
whisper at sunset - the arrival of fall
that summer shall sleep a while to rest
and autumn flaunt her glory
in bronze and golden shadows
above amber eyes
a flaming heart
and pomegranate painted lips
- like a climatic peak of colours
before winter breathes
with white frosted air
One day
summer will wake again
fresh with the scent of blossoms
after the spring rains of life
and the birds will sing
the tune of seasons and time
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
define warmth for me, so that I comprehend
because I've been rubbernecking, though I reside here
and your greenhouse effect affects me not
I'm caught in a position of longing, but it is less of a yearning and more of an ambition
because I'd do utterly anything to feel the spark of embers
the sort of glow that old remember and young magnify
too often I'm hearing a climatic affair of the strong brought to knees
before being enveloped by a numbness that eases their burden
more often I am enraged by their weakness: disgusted by their vulnerability
or perhaps it's jealousy
from one who never felt the urge at the starter's pistol
it's hard to pity when the Arctic's all you've known
and maybe it's not fair
but who are you to say so
because I won't undergo your tragedy
and you won't fathom mine...
quit your babbling - it's all a mind game
and your wailing drives me wild
honestly, promise me nothing because keeping oath requires a fervor
which only comes with fire and you've the ability to find it despite your cold
but behold - that smouldering - I've never even felt it
still I can feel a trickle of pride
at your dab of effort when your arms encircled me
but dearest, I shivered
petrified, I sobbed because you were so close and blazing
while I was freezing
and that girl across the road sensed the calidity, unbuttoned her jacket and handed it over
to a man on the sidewalk in snowfall
he felt from her what she felt from you
you put scalding verses my glacial
green eyes were hopeful; my brown, resigned
I was worlds away from neutral
this ice has not enslaved me
make no illusion that there's a stand still
because I've yet to find the frosty pillar that might halt this endeavor for fire
on the streets I see vessels radiating my craving
and I wonder
by what method did they reach their warm condition
but at below 0
I suppose all you see is warms bodies.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
music through my veins
polyrhythmic synapses
firing in 3/2 timing
stuttering triplet rolls
around my thoughts
octave to octave change
quicknowdoubletime
overdrive of emotion
s l o w s t o h a l f t i m e
q u a r t e r t i m e
e i g h t h t i m e
stop these shaking hands
this staccato heart
a note from the end
a measure too soon
a crescendo to nothing
discordant - anti-climatic.
was the song to my life ever on beat?
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
Nature’s ebb and flow
There is something about a country road time slows the soothed mind intensifies. Then border it with a line of trees in this wooded strength picturesque purity flows through the eye gate. This flood of soft
emotional stirrings cast the hustle bustle of the modern life across the air like a fly fishermen easy floating fishing line follow it float along on this suspended timelessness you will find yourself
unconsciously holding your breath in anticipation of the cast as it lays down on the water. A fish strike would be icing on the cake almost anti climatic not quiet though when the trout jerks his head back and
forth putting his whole electrified cold stream lived life into the fight.
In this wooded chill a campfire ignites the smoke rises the kindling releases energy its inner life warmth
pushes back the cold. You set look into the leaping flames transfixed deep moody thoughts begin to enter your thoughts the most extravagant furnished palace does not compare the tame and wild intermingle
you truly at that moment are the true lord of the wood not only brawn but the mind comes to full
potential. You’re not trying to solve problems you’re a great spool the soft darkness does the pulling
knots kinks disappear you wonder about all the apprehensions you thought you brought it must have
been foolishness parading as actual problems.
When you thought it couldn’t be any more perfect there they were the night sky with silver points
overload begins when they stretch so far you feel the very weight of heaven as it asserts its supremacy the
night air filled with a tangible burden of weight this is only the blanket that was stored during the day now angels imperceptibly have rolled it across the four corners of heaven. The night wind speaks
mysteries at their center a stoking fire of its own not a fire of heat and flame but one banked just the
same. The drifting sifting sand that mortals find impossible to resist soon in deepest wool like
sheepclothed you sleep while the Sheppard stands beyond the fire light keeping watch sleep my child no harm
will disturb He rules the mighty sea and harder the egos of angry men to you he will be your peace is he not the prince of peace.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 4:35 AM UTC
Precious moments , precious moments
Where all the curves in our time lead
As ancient promises are fulfilled
And the air speaks with a delicate whisper
As I hold my breath
As the moment did all my breathing
Like it contained a heart beat
But here comes the megalomaniac
Explosive words of dynamite
Climatic , craters in the air
I despair , For I am nothing more
Than another field for harvest
As uncontrollable envy erupts
The megalomaniac can not stop
Like president Putin all armies
Push on with out him
Voices scream and holla
STOP STOP STOP
Ears drowned out by jealousy
He can not hear , as his armies
Trample , all over precious moments
Many tanks Many bombs
I am left shell shocked , as the obsessed
Megalomaniac pushes on blindly
Hypnotized by his insecure arrogance
My broken heart weeps
With its insufficient soul
having no ability to
Recover precious moments
As he wakes with a stretch , a yarn
A mind clear and without consequence
While years later I am in darkness
Still searching internal forests
Of great wisdom , so that
Some where I may find my forgiveness
You never reach the megalomaniac
They never listen , only to inner voices saying
CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL
Never stopping to think
AM I HARMING
Possessed by power
Sponsored by a world of fears
But I know I must forgive
If only the pain I carry could be seen
My soul would seek its equilibrium
But megalomaniac's never see
In a strange irony they destroy
That witch they envy
And seek to control
I must forgive I see
My heart clenched like a fist
As I fear the sun will never
Again rise within me
I sit , so very still
In hope that my heart
May find its forgiveness
For I have felt glimpses
Of forgiveness shine through
The leaves within this dark forest
As occasional breaks in clouds
Draw me closer to clarity
Although i live in shadows and the
Megalomaniac has long since left the scene
I see his lost ,contorted , twisted mind
A burden of struggling confusion
And I am brought to compassion
As I see he is lost , just like me
I seek to stretch into greater space
And begin to give GIVE
A little before FOR
So that i may be free
Before he can even see
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
.. Awake oh world..awake 2015.. This is not a dream, a public announcement!!An endorsement of fiery destruction will reign upon earthly cities. A crossing of no pity. For twas predicted long ago...
Thy lands will be cleansed as snow. Howl and moan/ for trees will be scorched a twist! Thy eye sockets wilt be ripped and headache wilt be a molehill for thou!!!
Banks wilst crumble, babies shalt mumble as in Noah's day!!!what's wrong? No loving songs, to the devil you'll make a parade!!!!
Thou clown of display, skies will grey and stars shalt be fiercesome and almighty as thy green greedied dollar!!!
Here's thy collar, oh don't forget thy new world chip, for all younger days and innocence you'll wish thou couldst return!!!! Return to thy own dust oh man!!!for its lives thou took, now thy life to be given!!! No feast of thanksgiving! Can't thou read the scribes writing?
Blind thou hath been for over 2000 years, stack thy gold corrupted by moss in thy underground cellar!!!fighter, yeller!
Cop brutality shalt get much worse! Violence will between thou sister and brother! Canst thou not changeth thine own way? Mummified curse indeed! Pigfeed you've become to ones who blow the horns! Watch out/move.....don't get burned!!!!volcanic destruction will match quakes to rattle thy mortars, for climatic borders will be bound by new order charisma!!!!hope!!hope!!the crowd yells to their thorned crown king!!!2015 the year of the blood moon! The year of thine own final sting!!!!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
His voice confines me
Hot with the stench of stale wine
His hands rip through my hair
Entering the darkest corridors of my mind
I submit to his game
His nails dig deep into my flesh
His teeth draw blood
As he devours my neck
He snickers so wickedly
Watching my reaction to pain
Smiling, he bites my lips
As he whispers my name
Pain his sadistic pleasure
Nipping at my ear again till it bleeds
Lapping the blood from my neck
He is aroused and pleased
My will has surrendered
I forsake all control
Enticed with his mystique
He ravishes my soul
The darkness is his playground
He seductively draws me in
Touching as he tastes
He's awakened the temptress in my skin
My flesh is like fire
Each touch releases a climatic relief
Lost within my essence
His pleasurable pain drowns within my sea
My screams in the night
Fall upon silent ears
I am weak to his pain
This ****** pleasure I fear
He is euphoric were alone
He is seductively teased
He towers above my small frame
As I cry out he is pleased
Pulling me tight in his embrace
He knows I won't resist
Famished he devours me
Biting down harder with each kiss
Skin scraped from my hands
I fall to my knees
He rages inside my essence
Filling me with his disease
All good has been depleted
Fulfilling all his sadistic desires
Each time he caresses my skin
My flesh bleeds like fire
This is how he loves
Enraged and fierce
I have fallen prey to his beast
My existence very clear
He lays upon my *****
Satisfied and pleased
I dig a dagger deep in his chest
Pulling his heart out with ease
I gorge upon the feast
******** with pain
The most intense ****** is reached
Forgive me, but I can't wait to do this again
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Glory of Nature poet says in glowing verse!
Disaster of Nature critic says in crying words!
Beauty and love of Nature bring bliss sure;
Wrath and horror of Nature bring nightmare!
For all poisons of pollution man mixes in sky
Nature dilutes to balance with drastic dosage!
But chronicle disease at extreme stage kills
Patients among people without mercy often!
Prevention is better than cure holds good ever
If man is careful in the use of natural resources.
For all the climatic changes man is the root cause
Due to exploitation of resources sans conservation;
Even now it's not too late to take measures well
Before the final stroke comes at unexpected hour!
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
Leaves wisked away by the continuum breeze,
The finite beats echo upon the heart at ease.
The dawn of red hug the sky as the radiance flees,
Putting the summer to surrender on it's knees.
As falls sneaks like a clock work continuum into new millemmium with peace,
Just as symphony has beginning and end of finite notes tease upon the climatic narrative completely seize.
Yearn upon the taste of desire unquenched by sorrow and depair of pandora's forbidden keys,
As the night sky sings the lullabies goodnight and farewell with it's closing chess piece.
This is the feel the tasteless deconstruction of an empty cup of a soul continuum lease,
And as all things end with unfinished books by finite time gaze on horizan of the infinite seas.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
There is something about a country road time slows the soothed mind intensifies. Then border it with a line of trees in this wooded strength picturesque purity flows through the eye gate. This flood of soft emotional stirrings cast the hustle bustle of the modern life across the air like a fly fishermen easy floating fishing line follow it float along on this suspended timelessness you will find yourself unconsciously holding your breath in anticipation of the cast as it lays down on the water. A fish strike would be icing on the cake almost anti climatic not quiet though when the trout jerks his head back and forth putting his whole electrified cold stream lived life into the fight.
In this wooded chill a campfire ignites the smoke rises the kindling releases energy its inner life warmth pushes back the cold. You set look into the leaping flames transfixed deep moody thoughts begin to enter your thoughts the most extravagant furnished palace does not compare the tame and wild intermingle you truly at that moment are the true lord of the wood not only brawn but the mind comes to full potential. You’re not trying to solve problems you’re a great spool the soft darkness does the pulling knots kinks disappear you wonder about all the apprehensions you thought you brought it must have been foolishness parading as actual problems.
When you thought it couldn’t be any more perfect there they were the night sky with silver points overload begins when they stretch so far you feel the very weight of heaven as it asserts its supremacy the night air filled with a tangible burden of weight this is only the blanket that was stored during the day now angels imperceptibly have rolled it across the four corners of heaven. The night wind speaks mysteries at their center a stoking fire of its own not a fire of heat and flame but one banked just the same. The drifting sifting sand that mortals find impossible to resist soon in deepest wool like sheep clothed you sleep while the Sheppard stands beyond the fire light keeping watch sleep my child no harm will disturb He rules the mighty sea and harder the egos of angry men to you he will be your peace is he not the prince of peace.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
There is a certain rage I only have for you
it makes me want to burn down buildings
and rescue you from what I alone have caused
nothing can be undone, when the walls
of your castle has been burned down.
I would drown your body in the crystal lake
where I first saw you bathing
as little fawn do with their mother doe
my most rewarding treasure
all mine for the taking
you would still shine brighter
than any jewel deep within the crevices of
unknown planets.
Leading us both to a place
where I feel no guilt
for shredding every piece
of your wardrobe off
with my fangs repeatedly.
Your helpless only I can save you
from yourself
only I can satisfy
your insatiable lust the moon
has showered on your climatic dreams
craving my touch more
leaving you ******** in ecstasy
dripping in sweat, fiending for control
I can provide you with
pining for release
your frenzy for me becomes a danger.
My heart is your dungeon decorated
with violet curtains with fluffy trimming
and a silk golden rope to pull
when you acquire more blood
to fill your whine glass
listening to your screams
please my ear so.
my vernacular will tingle your ears
as I speak of shooting stars
and meteorites.
The darkness within me shall
haunt you if you ever were to escape
this dream paradise
we created with lost thought alone
tormenting your mind
ravishing your body
ten million *** slaves in one
and the light will never dim any lower
than the pure disgust and hatred
of the cellar you are locked in.
A dollhouse of nightmares
made of obsidian bricks
your anxiety and wit
fulfill me to the core
of leaving you empty
so very pale and deliriously in love
the scars from my whip
our fate tied.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC