"farway" poems
Torrid calefaction of the sudor taste Slips between ourn locked fingers Gliding as astronauts to the farway distant promise land. Panting one another's breathe, as thy chest rubs mine own in splendor waterfall shock!!! Ourn legs art as rocks, heated from underneath, ourn lips glaze in defeat as ourn tongues wander eachothers garden. A feline hiss and a hound scowling kissing all the way down wherein mine jargon is hushed by thy wetness covering mine face... As I don't cease, but feel thy hands squeeze mine premier dome, as thy nails rip into mine back... I'm blindfolded, tied from behind. Teased. As thou I please..... Between the sinew of ourn mind.... As ourn angelic language canst be heard across the village!!!!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
I'm here standing at the edge of the cliff
Ready to jump and give in
I feel my hair flow in the wind
I'm no longer restless and I'm ready to end everything
I suddenly feel something inside me break
My heart was already broken so what is this feeling now?
I feel a pull from behind
It's taking me back
Farway from the end
To start new and fresh
I have been pulled away from the cliff but why?
A force that could stop me from giving up which I can't name
I didn't know a force like that could exist
A hope and a smile so great that could make me rethink everything
To make me think that I could still stay
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
What the heart wants got me in parts, it haunts me
Tellin me its okay to love but then like no, don’t let it be, flee
Thought it all fit like a glove, but guess it was the wrong hand
Nothing went as the plan, now I’m still in a defensive stand
Ready to fight at any time because theres no more trust
Getting ready to make anyone at all times bite the dust
Don’t trust you nor even my own self because I’ve been too long trapped inside myself
Maybe I should just leave the heart stored in a farway shelf
Cause it seems so easy to love but I never feel like I belong
Wish I was wrong but in the long run I might just resort to the ****
To feel like I’m here and loved because no matter what I feel like I’m void
Emotionless but emotional maybe I just need a date with Freud
Because I’ll love you and then I’ll just want to destroy you
You never hurt me but I’ve hurt myself I planned my own coup
But I dreamed you were holding the knife. There standing in the pool of my blood
And that is enough for me to drag you through the mud
I like that rush, let me rush right into ***
I like this song come on slip on the durex
But then two years from now you’ll talk about kids and marriage
You got no idea what I got in storage cause I’m basically practically made of baggage
A week from that talk I’m gonna be gone and we’re done
Because its not you. Its me, I’m ******
Cause I’ll grow bored and tired and you wont even expect it
Cause I got the wit and I’m quick to call everything quit.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:03 PM UTC