"coverd" poems
So cold but it felt so warm
Clear nightsky is coverd with stars
Simple conversation becomes special
And its all because I am with you.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Do you feel that?
The feverish split second you decide the night is when you feel most alive and creep quickly, quietly, your heart hastening with every faulty step creating a domino effect of blood pumping mistakes that only you notice because only you are looking for them.
Of course you don't.
You grew up.
Lier.
You said you loved me.
Im only playing ninja.
But you are too grown up to play.
I hate it.
2 hours on a bike in snow higher then my thigh with an ice coverd road and nothing but regret.
You told me to do this.
Why did you lie?
I hate liers.
I know you still want to play.
You show it when i kiss you.
Growing up seperated us.
You are just as ****** up as me.
Don't lie.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
I am a result
Of not two people
I am a result of advertisements
Of politicians
Of company's
Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures
I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror.
I am a result of built up hopes.
The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion.
The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of.
Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world.
I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch,
I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one"
I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in
The overdose headlines
The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face
I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle
A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it.
I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind.
A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it
The veterans thrown to the streets
The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by
The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense
The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine
I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake
I am a result, in a world of results
Of hope that one day we can push these fears away
I am a result of an army of dreamers
A horde of lovers
And a croud of carers
I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference
They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world
We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain,
We can look out on this world and call it
Our result
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Rock, paper, scissors...SHOOT!
Throw me your play, right on your cue,
Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!
A rock on my palm and a paper on you.
And paper beats rock, and so I guess it's true.
Like when your gentle parchment soul,
Washed over my heart of colored coal.
And as your sweet touch enveloped me,
I knew I wanted it, and needed more.
Rock, paper, scissors...shoot.
A paper in your hand, to soothe my wary roots.
Permanent ink is marked on my skin,
and it coursed through my veins and in my mind it lived.
But once I was of marble stone, I am a prey to shatter,
Until you coverd me, that I realized I mattered.
That maybe paper doesn't beat rock by concealing it,
It protects it from the harm of any waiting scissors.
Rock, paper, scissors...shoot!
I fear for the day, you have a scissors on you.
Cut me not, break me never.
I wish never to be your target to sever.
I have your words on my skin, they're a strength that I have.
Please don't take them back, by cutting me in half.
And what hard stone that I may be,
darling, I implore you to see---
You're my paper, you never defeated me,
You became my sword, when I stood wary.
Could you, perhaps, touch the irony
Of the rock and paper and scissor trilogy.
For when stone stood hard and still,
It fused it's strength and broke at will,
Like feather, her softness had her filled.
And while her paper, lies flat and still as death,
It surpassed the power of a sword's strength.
Rock, paper, scissors...shoot,
a rock for me, and a paper for you,
and I'll embrace you, and in all your strength
my everything you've endured.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
"How do i look ?",was the whisper she made,
"Like a ******* tramp!",was the attention he paid,
But his words didn't penetrate,she loved him that much,
So she changed her clothes, and she coverd herself up,
Token wifey,perfect partner,loving mate,
She glared at her reflection,wishing she could hate,
rosebud lips, icy eyes,sculpted legs and cheekbones,
He knows full well,if she's noticed, she'll leave home,
So he supresses her beauty,ensuring it with black and blue,
Those little pills you take, won't always see you through!,
Wake the hell up my girl,before you slowly disappear,
Put on your perfume and your pretty dress, get the heel out of here,
Lift your head, shed the baggage, walk off that bruised flesh,
Claw your way to the surface, where you're free to start afresh.
Make a move for gods sake, or you'll shrivel and die,
Shake the duckling feathers off, spread your wings, and, just, fly !
(c) [email protected] 2010
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 9:20 AM UTC
It started out innocent enough
Looked into His eyes
That was all it took
They say He gets what He wants
Tell Me though which Man never does?
He touched Me not my flesh
or was it My flesh
Not so sure now
Just know it was very deep
Something that is vaguely there now
Next time He saw Me
I lowered my eyes
He lifted my chin
Said 'why do you look away'
My heart raced
I couldn't see His face
I didn't answer
As soft lips parted
His were there to claim them
My body throbbed
Mind was filled with images
Body spread on a bed
His beside Mine
Tongues entwined as I lost Myself
The images were blinding
Body laced with His
Felt like a dream so I didn't scream
His fingers danced across my flesh
As his breath caressed my neck
"I need you" He says
Shaking fiery coverd head no
Not understanding what He means
"I want to make You My Queen"
"Join Me now in what you see"
He stops touching
I look thinking I am still upright
Everything clear as His fangs take that first bite
My body laid out for His eyes to see
One fire within with this need indeed
Pierce of His Power
I become His flower
My ****** need takes over me
He drinks my blood
His hands play my body
Like the bow to a perfect violin
The music increases
The cresendo rises high
My hips move beneath Him
As the bow squeal high
Its not the instrument it is I
The pitch inhuman as I feel tension grow
He kisses Me filling my mouth
With what you may ask
It goes so fast you see
Powerless to resist as I taste my blood
Metallic and tangy and decadent to me
Flesh burns, pulse races, heart pounds
He says to me once more
You are all I will ever need
Be My Queen live in eternity with Me
Yes Yes I scream
As the glorious tension releases
My nectar like a waterfall
He drowns Himself in it
As He drinks His victory
Fireworks explode as I drift off
Asleep in His arms
Nothing but a dream it seems
Awakening in a fright
Body feeling tight
Hanging on for life
A voice enters my head
Be still My Queen Be still
I look and see all around Me
Red roses burying Me
Not a Dream I am a Queen
His Queen that was My Dream
Yet I was His Dream
The collision egmatic
Together You See
His Queen My King
****** Life We share
Perhaps We will Visit
Bring You to Our Realm
Close Your Eyes if you Dare
I did and look at Me
Young as can be
Always and Forever You see?
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 4:49 AM UTC
it were the dreams in which I was living that made me wanna die
the summer was ending and the cold of the winter was filling my veins
you were leaving my mind like the sun was leaving my dying fantasy..
I am getting older everyday and everyday I need a little bit more *****
running away with you, the person I adore most was all I ever wanted
and every night before I fall asleep I aks myself.. why don't you love me
why don't you have the need to touch me, to share your deepest secrets
you were mysterious like the moon, like the meaning of my tattoo's..
there always was a path of light were you have walked
the riddels you spoke, your angelic voice that haunts me everyday
but you also were dark my dear, dying and hopeless
it felt like flying everytime we kissed, I was happy, you made me happy
but I was fragile, a daughter of the dark, the keeper of sadness, demons
eleven years old when everything went wrong and it all is still wrong
the voices in my head would never let me out of this cage, trapped
september was coming and the clouds coverd my sight of happiness
it was a long way to find a way out of this dark and ****** up forest
and so she died at age seventeen, the graveyard never was this pretty
the stars of the heavens and their constellations didn't shine their light
there were flowers laying on the girl her grave, all grey, black, dying
it was the perfect night to share your tears with the world, so we did
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
I am your favorite fruit,
from the tree, this morning
you've freshly plucked
with a visible delight,
driven by an avid desire
that moved your dust coverd
pleasure seeker part
still kept alive, astonishingly
though you are no more
that young adventurer
once you enjoyed being,
and have turmoils to handle.
You kept me safe in the
favorite nook of your kitchen
not before caressing a bit
feeling my texture and
inhaling elating fragrance.
you wanted to sit and eat this fruit
you did covet, so much when
you are free from daily grind.
But it's already sunset,darkness creeps,
there is no chance of a respite
for you, you easily forget
that there is no tomorrow,
perhaps you keep the thought
away,though you know
the things work out only today
as you want it, but can't help.
But as a woman of many parts
you may think it doesn't matter
you can throw the fruit out
before the night advances
hissing through your teeth
"Oh! it's gone to rot too soon"
I would still exist in the neuron
of your deeper brain, a sweet wish
unfulfilled, a little eclipse in your
inner sky of many bright suns,
a neuron twitches continuously
independently, breaking the tune,
but yes, the world exists for both
it's sweet and bitter disappointments too.
And it necessitates taking life after life
to fulfill such small desires
and clean up, smile with contentment.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
To that lost women WHO HAS GROWN INTO A WOMEN IN AGE BUT YUNG IN HER MIND
WALKING AROUND WITH HER NOSE TOOTED UP FAKE HAIR FACE COVERD IN MAKE UP SEEING OTHER WOMEN HAPPY WITH THERE FAIMLY MAKES you DESIRE THE LOVE HE GIVES BUT ITS ARE LOVE NOT YOURS TO GET MY LOST SOUL THOSE HIPS
will only get you so far YOU SELPT WITH MY MAN YOU HAVE NO PIRED INSECURE WOMEN OF GOD I PRAY YOU RID YOURSELF OF THOSE DEAMONS YOU POSSES
WOMEN TO WOMEN HOW WOULD YOU FEEL
IF YOU WERE ME
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
I write to heal and I bleed my pen
The words flow thru me and not out my skin
Razors and blades dont forget the knives too
I remember the times the only color I saw was blue
Life has gone in a circle and has very much calmed down
No longer the need to run, hide or skip town
Forgiving myself was the hardest to do
He gave me hope and helped me break through
Sleep comes so easy and the nights arent so long
I do things the right way and Im not doing the wrong
My past has been coverd, my past has been cleaned
Thank you Lord for helping my family who intervened
When the light in my soul was all but snuffed out
I had to make changes without a doubt
Thankful for seeing what went wrong
Having the sight to sing a new song
The path that leads me is straight and narrow
I am happy now and free as a sparrow
Decisions come smooth
Living right can soothe
If you make mistakes
In your dreams are miserable snakes.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 4:11 PM UTC
Nights solid blackness is closing in fast
I keep thinking of a great spell to cast
Maybe if the white dragon was simply asked
Off we ride on what is now unfortunately my journey too
I can feel the dark horse muscles flow so smoothly under me as we flew
Out loudly I pray to Goddess Athene, that this nightmare we will both live through
We emerge from the security of my forest, at the foot of the mountain
The knight tells me we must find Pirene the inspirational fountain
On the speed of this steed I was counting
Because I can feel the darkness creeping
And my branded skin is calling out to the evil, it's weeping
I whisper to my knight so our darkened ride can't hear, "this speed we must be keeping"
The thought of my quest crosses my mind
My mother was what I wanted so much to find
But I'm afraid that dream I'll have to leave behind
The demons horse starts the steep rocky climb up the path
We are heading toward the white dragons wrath
It is starting to break dawn
The feeling of evil chasing is gone
So now I start chanting the Dragons sweet song
" LEANA sister of the dragon moon
Please fly down from your heights, we need your help soon
Please heed my chanted tune
And meet me by the fountain Pirene by noon
Or the earth may soon lay in ruin"
Me and the knight reach the fountain's wondrous water just after mornings light
The sky was a beautiful redish orange sight
I know by the sky's tinge today is going to be a fierce fight
That is going to lead well into tonight
We dismount and I use one of my strongest talismans to secure the beast so it can not flee
I stoop by the old crumbling fountain to drink in the cool liquid nectar, so like the poets I can be
All the greatest poets come to this magical spot
To gain unimaginable inspirational thoughts
And this kind I so desperately sought
I took I deep cool long drink and looked to the sky
And in that moment I seen the the silver streak of the dragon's body fly
And to my horror a crystal clear vision flashed before my eyes
In it the noble dragon's pure white body was coverd in thick blood it looked like she would die
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Nights solid blackness is closing in fast
I keep thinking of a great spell to cast
Maybe if the white dragon was simply asked
Off we ride on what is now unfortunately my journey too
I can feel the dark horse muscles flow so smoothly under me as we flew
Out loudly I pray to Goddess Athene, that this nightmare we will both live through
We emerge from the security of my forest, at the foot of the mountain
The knight tells me we must find Pirene the inspirational fountain
On the speed of this steed I was counting
Because I can feel the darkness creeping
And my branded skin is calling out to the evil, it's weeping
I whisper to my knight so our darkened ride can't hear, "this speed we must be keeping"
The thought of my quest crosses my mind
My mother was what I wanted so much to find
But I'm afraid that dream I'll have to leave behind
The demons horse starts the steep rocky climb up the path
We are heading toward the white dragons wrath
It is starting to break dawn
The feeling of evil chasing is gone
So now I start chanting the Dragons sweet song
" LEANA sister of the dragon moon
Please fly down from your heights, we need your help soon
Please heed my chanted tune
And meet me by the fountain Pirene by noon
Or the earth may soon lay in ruin"
Me and the knight reach the fountain's wondrous water just after mornings light
The sky was a beautiful redish orange sight
I know by the sky's tinge today is going to be a fierce fight
That is going to lead well into tonight
We dismount and I use one of my strongest talismans to secure the beast so it can not flee
I stoop by the old crumbling fountain to drink in the cool liquid nectar, so like the poets I can be
All the greatest poets come to this magical spot
To gain unimaginable inspirational thoughts
And this kind I so desperately sought
I took I deep cool long drink and looked to the sky
And in that moment I seen the the silver streak of the dragon's body fly
And to my horror a crystal clear vision flashed before my eyes
In it the noble dragon's pure white body was coverd in thick blood it looked like she would die
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
Borges; this one
starts by your name.
fate did not want us;
fate wanted our words;
for yours to question mine.
to disenfranchise was its
goal on that July-ending day
in that smoke-fogged bar.
i shot true and drank with
heavied hand. you approached.
random-heaved spine, and you
were coverd by butterflies.
asked of life and responded:
i owe the Universe some
******* poetry.
the question reciprocated but
you were found without breath.
time found us parting
with civilized talking of a
pre-determined clandestineship.
our fate quelled in that bar
on that July-ending day.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
The path is long and narrow
It twists and winds as it binds your soul
Cursed to forever hopelessly wonder towards the light
Coverd in cuts and broken bones
Every rise fighting a loosing battle
Blindly hoping to finish it first
Never dare to wish for a moment
Or you'll stumble off the path and fall back to earth
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
I can feel my emotions have changed, and lingerd far from me,
Truth be told my focus has been blurred for far to long,
My words are twisted into a tight knot, i would deny it ..
My cold heart longs to go back to the fathers loving arms...
Yet my body longs to go back to wine coverd addictions...
But i rebuke that, i REFUSE to believe that i must go to addictions!
No longer will i be a slave to sin.
REJOICE, REJOICE
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
Netflix tonight!
The man of the house said
She said "Lets watch a chick flick"
But he wasn't having that.
"Let's watch Brando it's a classic"
was his next idea,
Last Tango in Paris!
Have you never seen it my dear?
They sat together watching with smart price popcorn and cheap wine
Then came the scene where the old boy grabbed the butter and suddenly it was all in the gutter
Engrosed and engorged or a mix of the two, he shouted get some butter,
"I'll try that with you"
It looked fun at first till she got to his fridge
She opend the door and no butter could she see.
Smart price lard was all that was there, this wasn't Chester oh what a mess
We have none she said in a voice of relief
And headed for bed without a buttered rear seat
Half an hour later then came the shock
The cook came to bed with dripping on his ****
Naked and ****** and wanting a bunk
She fled the bedroom before he could mount
In a nighty like a wigwam caught in the breeze and her funbags unbridled
Down to her knees
She screamed to the neighbours he's trying to **** me with a lard coverd **** and an oversize belly
The police came quick, just like he did
They couldn't stop laughing at his melted dipstick
Take him away the Sgt said
That's the last Tango in Noctorum
He'll have with her!!
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
Im so empty, not much left to love.
I shake my head riding of.
Oh I don't want to live this life.
Slice... with the knife.
Coral reefs and other pretty things.
Angel's with harps begin to sing.
Oh these things were destroyed.
Stab... This life I try to void.
Running coverd in honey falling to my knees.
Spoiled meat, feeling the stings of the bees.
Please... Oh God help me please.
Come and set me free.
Troubled, sad, lost, confused.
I am never happy and never amused.
This life was not for me.
Dialated pupils, sunglasses, I cannot see.
We are all made of static and tv.
Now I have lost my envy.
This life was not for me.
This life was not for me
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
He was trapped between
her chocolate colored eyes
and her love flavored lips
and he just wanted a taste
of her heavenly bliss
and the soft cream porcelain skin
that coverd her hips
and the top of her thighs
and white milky *******
and thought of tracing
her curves with his fingers
and parting her flower
with the tip of his tounge
made his pulse quicken
and his blood pump hard
and he was helpless
to the desire burning
into his heart
and he seeped and he stroked
and he whisperd her name
that fell from his mouth
like a prayer to the muse of lust
and repeating her name
again and again
until with the long slow syllables in a moan
he stained his sheets with streaks
like stars in the sky
and he then fell into a dream
that tasted of chocolate and love
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
On padded feet through the thick Fir trees and White Pines. Hot breath meets cold air as white wisp of the Grey wolf's snorts fill the long winter. Softly through snow coverd ground it presses on. With its brothers and sisters they hunt. It's thick coat acting as a shield against the cold and natural camouflage. A lonesome howl comes from a distance as the pack runs forward into the forbidding wilderness and stifling cold. Greeted by a scout, the keen sense of smell tells the pack that their next meal is near. Silently, they patrol the edges of a thicket and lay in wait. As an unsuspecting deer passes too close to the treeline, out come white fangs and tearing jaws. In a momentary fury of fur and crimson, the prey falls to the ground. The restless hunters drag their prey into the safety of the trees, where by a pail moon light, they feast and howl. For the night is short lived, they hurry back to their den, to silently slumber until hunger or restlessness drives the Timber Wolf out to hunt again.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
For all of you that worry about me,
I'm getting better you see,
no more hiding anything new,
always making better chocies,
throwing away the past mastakes,
that I coverd with my pain,
no more knives no more pain,
everything I do will always stay.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC