"forbbiden" poems
The death one's warking the street the is hunger in their belies,The is brain wash in their minds,The is horrified in the minds of the living every one is scared out of their boots,The devil is praised its his i deal of a world the streets ar forbbiden by the living but a shoping mall for the dead for food,The hunters are now the pray for the dead
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
*When did the doves begin to fade,
how did the meaning of love get so strayed,
from love at first site, to love of the french,
when did the tongue save the young *****
How did love become forbbiden and fun,
When was the talking and laughing soon done.
If true love were a rose, it would slowly turn blue.
How did children of eight find so many soul mates.
While we love romance movies, this is not love.
Love is submitting for the better of who you love.
Love is sour, Love is sweet.
Love is cruel, Love is kind.
Love is not something everyone will find.
Love is home without home.
Love is dream before dream.
Love is not just a choice or a blank feeling.
I hope there's a day when life again sees that love has a more clear and joyful meaning.*
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
I've always been told I couldn't.
I finally realize that I can
Take what I want
Devour my needs
Taste the forbbiden fruits
Ones without labor
Grown from stone
Gleaming brightly and suddenly,
As I took a bite
As my lips met skin
The sweet fruity juices became blood
Red dripped from my mouth
Solitude never felt so cold
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC