"foregin" poems
Child Child! I beckon
Cometh to my feet.
Giveth your spirit.
May your eyes heat.
From the tears that poureth
Down vicously
Giveth your spirit
Whilst laughing deleriously
I recieveth affection
From foreign hands
That giveth their spirit
From foregin lands
Child! Child! I beckon
Cometh to my feet
Grovel 'til I'm laughing
Your pain makes life complete
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
The rain falls, a soft pitter-patter in the background
Over it plays our music, calm and sweet
A song of love lost, never to be found again
Sad music, the best we have
Outside the windows, we watch the world pass us by
The rain distorting images, refracting light
Making the world a foregin, beautiful place once more
Like when we were children
Uncorrupted by the cynicism we develeop as protection
From a cruel cruel world
You drive, while I sit passenger
We don't talk
Words would only spoil the moment
With the rain, and the music
Your hand and mine, intertwined
We achieve a state of peace, tranquility
Perfection
And then
SWERVE
No more
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
When our bare skin collides
like the slowly fading tides
Your heart starts to speed,
and I catch that smile in your eyes
When my hand starts to trace
the curves of your face
The look that you make,
lets me know its okay
When your graps gets tighter,
Its like the spark of my lighter
burning hot like the fire
in flames of desire
With every touch of our lips,
its a selfish foregin trick
the way you capture the bliss
that my heart used to miss
The way you look in my eyes,
like its again the first time,
fills my bones to the core
and leaves me longing for more
The little things you don't know you do,
have me wrapped up in all of you,
hold me close, and don't let me go,
I'm looking for more than a puppet show.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 1:32 PM UTC
I can look at an Afghani
and want to **** them
wish the most horrible death uopn them
and yet I can save their life
I can look at the blood, guts and even death
and never bat an eye
or even remember the injuries
until I have to load and unload them once again
I can cry tears of sorrow
and hide them upon my sleeves
so no one can see
what is exactly wrong
I can look down the sights of my carbine
with a round in the chamber
and mutter to myself
its only a job I have to do
Yet i can not express simple emotions
spoken, simple and direct
as if it would make a difference
of whether i am sane or not
I can understand a consequence
as it is the law of nature
every action has a reaction
that is equal and justifiable
I can write something meaningful
and never mean a **** word
if context and understanding
is never understood
I think i understand life
or atleast the simple meaning therein
any creature is meant to have
eat, drink, reproduce and sleep
I think I understand death
or the permenace thereof
when the look of dispair
is transfixed upon frozen eyes
Yet i can gaze upon the stars
in a distant foregin land
where death lurks in the shadows
and still feel so meaningless
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 6:52 AM UTC
expect evenings laced with longing
youth buried underneath experience
desperate greed
and
foregin efforts to conserve the lives we lead
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
You tell me I don't talk enough
but when I opened my mouth you told me it was to much...
You spoke of a world that I had never known,
one that knew nothing of me
You spoke of a life that I had never seen,
one that seemed foregin to me
You preached of a way that could better each day,
but one that scared me
You asked for my hand, you asked for my heart,
'mr. fix it' was ready from the start
So I gave it you... all that I had... you knew full well it was nothing..
I stepped in your world, I became your queen, owned up to everyone and everything.. I did what I could.
But, Pain does not hold limits, it does not stop when the tank is full, it does not slow down for speed bumps or stop for passing cars. The train we call pain pumps through each one of my veins and
I am again, lost.
Again,
I am broken.
Mr. Fix it didn't calculate for this one.
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 11:29 PM UTC
Its cold here
desperate and foregin.
LOST
Amidst all my fears,
broken promises.
AFTER
Seven blissful years.
Abandon all hope;
those who follow.
© Rayne,1-22-2015
11 days I survived.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
Self love.
Two words that are practically foregin to me.
I have never been known to love myself.
Someone is always better.
Thinner.
Smarter.
Prettier.
Always comparing myself.
Always self loathing.
I wanted to be better.
Thinner.
Smarter.
Prettier.
So I stopped eating and I stopped going out in public with no make up on.
And I pretended that I knew about all of these different places and things; even though I really had no interest in those things or places.
And I would go home and cry and I started leaving scars on my beautiful, clean skin.
Because no matter how much make up I put on my face,
Or how many days I went without a bite of food;
Or how many things I pretended to know;
I still wasn't better than someone else.
There was still always someone better.
And now I look at the body that I destroyed.
And my skin isn't beautiful and clean anymore.
And my teeth are stained yellow from all of the cigarettes.
And my eyes have dark circles under them from the nights I spent crying;
Trying so hard to be perfect.
And that's okay.
I am finally okay with not being perfect.
I am ready to love myself.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
So here i write
Wishing to die
Because love is foregin to me
Because you cause me to not breathe
Because for once everything is alright.
Except my mind
I can't win every battle and lately I've been hurting
A wounded vet
And i have given up on the medic
I can see and feel the love
But its just that way for a moment so i don't wnt to put all my hopes in
There's no return price on this bet
I know all love is temporary
But so is my existence
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
At night, the Cool night,
The solitary night
I wait for you.
The crickets mutter
and the wind plays amongest the leaves.
At night, the cool night,
The lonesome night
I wait for you.
The stars send hidden codes
and the moon, the luminous moon
talks slowly.
At night, the cool night,
The confided to myself night
I wait for you.
The creatures do not stir
For they hear a sound so foregin
The clouds protect the stars and the moon
Clouding what they might see.
I catch my breath and
my lungs cool over.
"Its me" you say
Its you I say
At night, the warm night
The acompained with my love night
I run away with you.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Where does it come from?
This love so foregin
With is language hard to comprehend
and its ways so different from other feelings.
Where does it come from?
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC