"forthcomings" poems
Summer loving
Ice cream shovings
into dripping mouths;
a melting cavern,
chocolate pools bubbling
under tongues suppressing
mundane topics
let's get a little gay
take off my top and
lay on top of me
**** the chills
with your bikini thrills
refocus your scope sur moi
basket case weaving
message receiving
southern comfort relieving
excavated sediment
sentiments circulate
agreements perpetuate
a consistent blend
of froth and forthcomings
remember to remember
one's habitual shortcomings
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Gravity could have only sworn the feathers of lovebirds were loyalty-interwoven,
Until betrayal gifts of loosened cords and feathers of wings were unearthed deep in the heart of a nest craft she built for him;
Dismantled was his soul and spirit a termination of hope; of love and affair;
A resurrection of despair and reformed cruelty.
Spiteful and vengeful; descending from infinity was a stampede of a voice reborn and a soul shattered, echoing the forthcomings of the storms:
"Oh, love, redeem me. What a lovely gift this is, I shall find a way to repay you!"
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
They say a person can’t hide from themselves but what if they hide in polluted air? Surely only then, the obscurities of their souls are hidden and faded away from the naked eye. The spirit lies in pure discernment in times, or at time were the poignant ending of their lives are none but self acknowledged forthcomings. I understand why some may not play by the book; they find loop holes or visual breakthroughs to get by their days. They say that man was never born for society and as greatly as they venture, a cloud of thoughts trail into memories, little can be done to forget and little can be done to be forgotten by it.
Perhaps the air isn’t dense enough to stop a person from breathing but it certainly is enough to clog a thousand memories
Silhouettes harnessed to a scope only far enough to narrate that this world is like a rain storm except the thunder rumbles and it accepts its few seconds in the spot light but I, carry a surplus and let my rule in empty delight.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Believe in me, only to believe in something more than I will ever be. When I see you I swear it feels like I see more than anybody else sees. I promise you that I will be more than you ever could have dreamed of and if you trust in me, I will lead you to lands never explored. You may see the pity in me and all of my forthcomings, but if you bleed as any other human you do have the compassion whether or not you equip it in good fashion. I think of you, every so often though I know I am forgotten. My hope is still there, waiting on a non-existent prayer to answer my rebelled requests.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC