"forbiden" poems
Dead to the point of no recollection,
Nobody rings the funeral bells,
Disappointed souls peep in through windows
Through golden glass coffins at the gateway of hell.
Rise above the river of darkness,
Feel the vapors of mystical suns,
Hands reach out, you're wanted in the sea,
Pull you under before you can run.
The woods are alive,
Trees and shadows run you down,
Careless screams of homeless serpents,
Shrill, they pierce into your nervous system,
You squint in agony,
There is no point hissing,
They will drown you,
They will choke you,
There is no cry for help.
A pair of twins at the edge of the forest,
A dark spot on the map,
It is forbiden,
Young urchins,
Above the law,
They snuck in playfully at 5 pm on a Saturday evening.
It's Tuesday now,
A bloodied scarf flutters in the wind,
The father, glass maker at the factory,
He plays with the hands of the clock,
Still hopeful even though his heart stabs him,
Count to ten.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
Nine,
Ten.
****** ****** ******
Have you felt the claws of deception tear at your heart?
Her screams ran through the castle,
The brother was already motionless,
Blood sacrifices and pentagrams decorate the wall,
The clock chimes twelve times.
AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH !!
The glass maker sits in his room,
With his masterpiece of golden glass,
His heart skips two beats,
One for the daughter,
One for the son,
He lays them down in the coffin,
Shuts down the transparent cover,
A disappointed soul,
He peeps in through the window,
The twins lie stiff and gray,
Dead to the point of no recollection.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
Am I the only one that's sober
In this drunken world we're in
Drunk on fame, power, and fortune
And every other sin known to man
Raising glasses to our elected
As they propose another toast
For more power to the ones in need
But not to the ones who need it the most
As women and children ram the barricades
And men set themselves on fire
Is it not for the least of these
That we put these men in power
Have they crossed the forbiden boundary
As they step over the line
If they make the rules for themselves
Can they not be charged with the crime
The only time they call out to the people
Is for another round if you please
The poor lose their plight to the drunkards top shelf life
Doing shot after shot of insanity
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
Our personalities may not be in line
Our lives may not be in line
If our genes are in line, thats bloodline
Our mentalities may not be in line
Our emotions may not be in line
If our genes are in line, thats bloodline
Bloodshed is forbiden in the bloodline
Blood-shared is the foundation in the bloodline
Dishonesty breaks the bloodline
Unity builds the bloodline
Generations are the history of the bloodline
Generations are the future of the bloodline
Kindness flows veinous like a grape-vine
When love is core, the bloodline is devine
Jealousy brings divide
Truth makes bloodline concrete
Genes are the roots of the bloodline
Actions are the stem of the bloodline
Acknowledgement of the bloodline means you're not alone
If our genes are in line, thats bloodline
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
Forbiden love always seems to be most attractive
So the love meant to be in question is never answered.
The will to do anything is free,
But hearts don't break peacefully.
We've all payed the toll in exchange for rights of passage
Bittersweet memories in valentine packages
Possessive words put together, in an orderly fashion.
Though I wish I could tell the truth,
A lie doesn't comfort me,
It just keeps me close and so far away from you.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
I Shouldn't Love You, But I Want To,
I Shouldn't See You, But I Can't Move,
I Can't Look Away..
And I Don't Know How to Be Fine,
when I'm Not, because
I Don't Know How to Make This Feeling Stop...
And Just So You Know This Feelings
Taking Control Of Me, And I Can't Help It,
I Won't Sit Around- I Can't Let Her Win Now.
Thought You Should Know,
I've Tried My Best to Let Go of You,
But I Don't Want Too. It's so hard to be around You,
There's So Much I Can't Say,
Do You Want Me to Hide the Feelings
and Just Look the Other Away?
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
All i want is one kiss
one chance
to see what it would be like
to have your lips
i know it is forbiden
but i dont care for the rules
your not that kinda girl
and he's not the forgiving type of man
you guys have something special
but you cant deny our connection
that's something yall dont have
i see you for more than you do yourself
and i know my time to make a move has past
feelings refuse to subside
its my fault i let you slip by
our first and last
all i ask for is this
a small piece of everything i missed
just this one
single
kiss (bliss)
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
Sweet lips.
Juicy hips.
A *****
To saduce.
Unto death.
Caressed to sin,
Forbiden meals to dine,
Overthrow tha devil,
Savour and devour no evil.
She rode me to hell,
With flowers heavenly,
Some scent of olive to connive,
I was annoited with gasoline to burn.
Tied to the grave To life I wont return.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
Life,is a game of chance
He can't stand it
He doesn't know whats going to happen
He wants to know why?
Life is nothing but a maze
She wants a way out
She wants to find herself
Everyone she knows puts her down
She wants to find love
She see's him
He see's her
She stole his heart
He new their were meant to be
They are perfectly flawed in their own way
she took apart of him
he took apart of her
Their romance is forbidden
But they still love each other
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
I Am The Lonely One.
Too Scared to Make The Leap.
Too Charred And Disfigured To Near The Flaming heat.
A Lonely Place Gazing At This Flame , Knowing It Can Open The Door To A Lost Vigor For Life.
That Spirit Of Love.
Oh To Ignite The Joy, That Love Of Life
To Make That Vault into This Beautiful Flame
To Once Again Revel In The joy Of Love.
I'm The Lonely One
On The Sideline, Indecision Plaguing My Mind.
Disunion and Cognitive Oppositions,
CURSING My Mind.
Love Is Surely What I Desire.
Safety For Heart And Soul
Paramount, Practical Postures For A Creature So Tortured By This Flame
I Am The Lonely One
Too Scared To Leap
Too Charred And Disfigured to revel in This Flame And Heat
I Dare Not Gaze At This Crystal Flame Lest I jump In and
Revel once more, no, no, no, Dancing With This Flame Is A Much Too Precariously Dangerous Proposition. I will Never Be Branded again, Emotionally ***** Again. Unfortunately For Me, My Answer Lies Here...
I Am The Lonely One
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
In silence, you held me close. I hung my arms around you; rest my head against your chest. Our bodies intact. Souls intermingled. Blood flowing through our viens proving life of our existence. Not as two, but as one spirit. Spirit of denied love. Denied fate.
In silence, our hearts enjoyed several dialogs. Our souls commited forbiden affairs. But our mouths sealed. When our eyes meet, they show great deal of sorrow. Great deal of suppressed affections. Causing mind afflictions. Disregarding our bodies plea to roam around the road of sins. All pleasures ought to come to an end.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
Upon the seat of wealth they sit mocking our dignity with the sceptre we put in their hands.
They are elites of society, men of caliber, true sons of Orcus.
Descending upon us like the morning dew carrying the newness of dawn,
On oath, they promised Canaan,
Dazzling us with subtilties till blindly we crowned this sons of Orcus sovereign.
Woe!
Trust is Achilles heel!
Canaan is a daydream!
Reality is betrayal!
Reality is famine!
Reality is drought!
Reality is pestilence!
This sons of Orcus have loosened a pale horse upon us!
The bravery of our youths has made them martyrs!
Our future has bitten the dust!
Reality has commanded survival!
Survival has demanded self-love!
Self-love has forbiden Ubuntu!
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC
i have been scared of death
since the day i learnt i was alive;
blue ***** drops rise
from the heart of the ocean
reaching for the forbiden place,
reaching for brightest star
that will bring their end.
for them we are as irrelevant
as an orange cloud in a storm;
the raindrops which fall on our faces
are pure and cold, but carry
the gold.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC