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Do I Matter Dec 2013
Why does life consist of lies you ask.
It is truly something no one can understand.
Life is something with a mask,
But you still decide to give it your hand.
You see my dear,
Life is a journey which has its ups and downs.
How can you live if you live in fear?
You listen to those commanding sounds,
When in reality it's just you.
It whispers frightning things in your ear.
You are the one to decide if it is true,
But do not let them get near.
You are a fool my love.
You believe them and what the say.
You should only care about the one above.
These lies are a game which you must play.

Do you believe them?
Amber Dec 2013
Silence is a beautiful thing
it is so calming and peaceful
but, sometimes to silence becomes to much
thats when you shatter
everything around you seems to change
the dark is frightning
the day is dreaded
the bright sunrises seem to fade
all because the silence became to loud
to much to handle
Ma Cherie Sep 2016
****,
alluring
Petting,
purring
your eyes
your smile ....
been
awhile
sundressed
caressed
turquoise
dreams
silent
screams
sweet
perfume
dreaming
looms
dance 'round...
  lovely
sounds
come in  close
need a dose...
don't
take eyes
or try
to pry
my hands
off  
of you

my boy
blue
loving
true
sigh
I try...
said I
wouldn't,
couldn't
shouldn't
do it ...
blew it
I did it
again
not JUST
friends
getting
  drink
by  
kitchen sink
on the brink
drunken
.... sunken
loving you
  tonight
feeling right
your gentle
hands
**** man

as we move
in a groove
wanna fly....
no goodbyes
touching skin...
moving in
red lipstick
did the trick
your here

so queer
I look...
a crook
theif in the night
a delight
the empty
waiting paper
perhaps
I thought
a caper
beckoning
my wanting
haunting
skin
as we begin
lean into kiss...
can't miss

a fulfilled wish
puckered fish
waiting lips
& fingertips....
seducing,
reducing
breaking
shaking
inhibitions
down
drown...
                  i
                   ­ n
                      g
writing,
fighting
burning,
learning
I am stuck
thunderstruck
frightning
lightning
so exciting
a giant puddle of ink...
you think
you can
make me
take me..
then
forsake me?
leave me
bearing
after sharing
seductive
words
still unheard
my point of inspiration
doubting
in frustration
bleeding...
needing
just
another

...... poem...
and a beautiful burden you are.


Cherie Nolan © 2016 *smile
started this for fun yesterday and I never know where the stuff is going or where it came from really... errr yeah.
Metaphorically speaking...
point of inspiration- person..
place or thing? Was about writing poetry though thoughts, what you think?... hmmmm....food for thought anyway! Have a beautiful day!
John H Dillinger Nov 2019
I miss Marseille,
today,
though I can still see her,
I know I'll soon be on my way.

The dusty rock,
the hills embrace her,
the wisps of mist,
I miss Marseille,

her way, an understanding that:
if you can't, you don't pay -
prix libre they say -
associations of the worlds strays.

I miss Marseille
and hearing what she has to say,
on walls, from squats,
saying what's often neglected, forgot.

She's frank and clear
and has time for every kind of queer,
I long for her to lead me astray,
to change; I miss Marseille.

Always. The Sun,
the passage of the days,
anticipation at reaching ever corner,
a confluence of culture, Marseille the forum.

Tunis, Algiers; I can smell
the North of Africa,
hear the sails of all the boats
that traffic her,

I see them line the shores
of every bay
that twist and turn along Marseille,
Swigging from my bottle of beaujolais.

****, I miss it.
Just the thought, I can barely resist it,
I could pack it all up and leave today,
For Le Plein, Cours Julien, For alive Marseille

It belongs to all it's people, to us
and if you try to take it
watch the fuss,
the fury and the disorey,

****, I ******* Love Marseille.
Everyone's on the cusp of Love & Hate,
either knocking on or burning down the gate,
all indulging in their collective fates.

Now, a Picon beer with a slow sunset,
please know, I have not one regret,
just lessons from my passions
and ideas from everyday chic/schlague fashion

I will miss your elevator kisses,
your smile in the stormclouds,
the lightning,
so exciting and frightning.

I loved it when you hated something:
The tourists, Men suffocating the street.
I loved seeing how you could eat,
you will always be an inspiration

So, it will be fine, okay?
So long, Marseille,
with your West facing bay,
you are forever blue in my memory, never grey

But, I will miss you, Marseille,
and that's okay.
For a cosmonaut..

It's a tail of growth and passion, a love affair with a city and a special person

I will always miss Marseille, that's a special feeling that doen't happen with many spaces, it's something to cherish..
SomeSuicidalGirl Dec 2013
Why does life consist of lies you ask.
It is truly something no one can understand.
Life is something with a mask,
But you still decide to give it your hand.
You see my dear,
Life is a journey which has its ups and downs.
How can you live if you live in fear?
You listen to those commanding sounds,
When in reality it's just you.
It whispers frightning things in your ear.
You are the one to decide if it is true,
But do not let them get near.
You are a fool my love.
You believe them and what the say.
You should only care about the one above.
These lies are a game you play.

Do you believe them?
crazytilde Dec 2014
Light from the yellow ball in the sky
Leaves you golden brown
Or bright red
It's beautiful, the sun
Yet the power it holds
It's frightning
It could hurt you
It could give you that golden glow
The sun is a lot like me
Unpredictable and dangerous
It burns some, yet leaves others unharmed
It's the ones standing to close to me
The ones who don't cover them selfs
That get the full power of my rays
Muskan Gandhi Mar 2018
Tick Tick Tick...

The clock struck 2
with every passing minute a part of me elivated.

Utter hollowness was felt in my veins, my nerves, my breath and my entire Body!
All those undying perpetual fears once again rejuvenated,
reminding me about the horrifying night I survived.

Well, I just survived....

They stopped me in the middle of the road, brutally took me aside, tore upon all my clothes, with the iron rod they scratched my body.

Was I just a toy?

left me naked on the road side.


I felt like a CORPSE but the only difference that summoned was that the corpse was covered with a coffin but i wasn't...
I was left aside in the middle of the night, crying for help.

Rapists were not only those who ***** me that night but also the one's who caught me crying in their cells and cameras passing by..

Once again, I was taken aback to the darkest night.
Lifeless. Scary. Frightning....

                               - Muskan :)
She stole my heart when I first saw her.
Like a relief from out of nowhere she made me better.
It happened like the strike of lightning.
Precisely fast and accurately frightning.

Kicking the life out of me it was breath taking.
Never stopped thinking of her till my head started aching.
Once more the hands of time moved.
Then the hourglass drained the sand in a delightful groove.

— The End —