"fadded" poems
A simple cafe
The woman with the latte
I see her
Those peach pink lips
Your jeans fadded blue
Blonde curly hair
Skin so fair
Oh the things I would do
Across the room
Her Carmel colored skin
Brown long hair
Breast perked so
Coke bottled body
And you
Oval shaped eyes
Sun kissed freckles
so fun sized
Burgundy bleached hair
Suckulant grape lips
Thick curved waist
Coffee hazeled eyes
Eyes....
She pierced my sight
I glanced back
She knows I'm looking
My deviant thoughts
Tension rises
Three seconds four and five
I break contact I head to the door
Stumble
******
She's at the door
Our bodys touch
"Hey do you dance"
I so dance
Respond
"Yeah I do"
" well you should meet my boyfriend
He does to"
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
The clock is ticking—Listen
A fadded voice pleas
"Everything ends"
A burning sun must soon descend
The night is a shining sea
The clock is ticking—Listen
An old fluttering leaf ascends
Dried and broken as can be
Everything ends
Withered hearts can't mend
Oh, the loses they have seen!
The clock's tick is slowing—Listen
Melancholy ticks grow distant
A dreaded time is nearing
Everything ends
Oh, the inevitable end
They live, they die, they bleed
The clock has stopped—Listen
Everything ends
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
The Gloomy hair river and eyes coal black;
In eclipse of half moon night,
its too quite to wisper.
Vegabond my sleep disappeared.
Light cold winter and my poor love;
the old blanket which,
I am dyingly search for.
Rambler my sleep turns to subliming.
The dream hives is now break parts,
so i listen to ears, songs of night birds.
Gypsy my sleep fadded wonder.
I wraped my sheet with tight grips;
and she gives her sympathy by mild warming,
saying that you lost your sleep forever.
Where is the words for the pain,
touch of nicotine turn my lips brun.
......Oho my sleep come bake to me,
.....Oho my dream plsease be return.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
Has her love fadded so much?
To far off, hard to recognize.
I see love still. Urging me near.
She steps away. Does not draw close.
There is no admiration in her eyes.
Out of focus, view too narrow.
Her eyes are blind to me.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC