"immaculant" poems
She was 'Pulchritudinous' she was immaculant.
In your darkest hour, she would make the rest of your time sunny.
Whenever i was with her it was like being in a really good dream.
When i was away from her it was like someone woke me up when it got really good.
She would make you feel immortal, as if anything was possible and it was with her love.
Those eyes that would send me to the most beautiful places in the back roads of my mind.
She was the type of mystery i wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life trying to unravel.
She was the type of girl who would have you up thinking about your future and Listening to love songs at 3am,
Though there still is no one like her.
Her smile would your heart smile and your lips tremble.
But...
She warned me. She told me from the start. But still, i pursued her.
She was one of the girls who you did want to fight for.
It's my fault i ended up like this. But i don't regret it.
She gave me the most miserable happiness ever,
To this day i still love that girl , she made me realize the world is bad..
Unless you're willing to wait for the good.
I'll never forget her, i'll love her tomorrow, in a month
and in a couple of years i'll wonder where she is and what could of been. But she warned me
And that's the harsh truth. <3
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
I wish for nothing
but to scrape the inside of your pit
I want to cry my tears out to this parchment; you see
Im immersed in my complete edherence to something
that is so much smaller than me
and what is smaller than me
maybe
nothing
you were shining
and you were immaculant
in my shade you were the sun that
bare me to have any kind of shade
in my thoughts I stray abosloutley mezmorized by you
and everytime thoughts would come into place
my passion towards your infinite darkness grew
I wish to go so deep into you
to know your skin from the inside out
to reveal your being
speak to you of it without a doubt
I want to teach you
about yourself
to know of every cell,
your movements and your health
I am a animal in a forest
placed from a humble abode
I feel that this is my true home
taken out of my world
and brought so abruptly
so sincerely
into yours
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:14 AM UTC
New Start
It's a new start for me,
A new creative sense,
A vision so immaculant,
That only I see,
I will aspire,
And show you what I saw,
But first we must take a journey...
-Paul R Hensley |||
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
His mind is know to roam
But he's not one to rat
With very little known
About Salvador Dali's cat
Whips his tail back and forth
Fourth dimensional for all it's worth
All this time sitting in
Salvador Dali's lap
His thoughts are known to wander
But he's not known to talk
Purring like a cosmic generator
On Salvador's melting couch
Electric fur stands on end
Grooms himself surreal, immaculant
Whispers in Salvador Dali's ear
Never hear the doubt
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
everyone has an itch
that is begging to be scratched
complicated, simple, poor, or rich
everyone has an itch
where they feel the need to scratch
on the itch that they have
wants or needs, immaculant, unkept
everyone tries to scratch
on this itch that we have
that seems to give us all a fit
it's part of life, this life we live
with this need to scratch the itch
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC