"indearment" poems
you keep me up
up for lust
or hunger for indearment
all though the night
i keep my eyes shut
to dream up
lustfully
what i thouhjt was love
was just dream
of
lust
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Indearment relates to the conscious
mind in strange and inferring terms.
Too often and seldom
hath thou image
been engraved amidst the
fluttering pictorial slideshow lining my psyche.
When I want you, I need you
; desire sprouts from my arteries and spreads like wildfire.
But in rare moments of absolute tranquility (for example the the little death one experiences after ****** do I realize the futility of that very emotion I held to be sacred only seconds prior. "Love" is merely an emotional adaptation to a physical necessity
Self-indulgence is the name of the game.
Wanna play ?
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
The silence got a heavy price
The pause that cause unwanted applause
It jiggles from the freckles in your heart
Clinging a heavy sac of blood beneath the moment
Rings the tone of a cold heavy embrace
Chills by nightmares by unpleasant stares
Awake no sound
For the silent view will open the darkest remnant
Pause a while in the shatters
Clap for the untamed voice of yesterday forecast
Quiet for the silent moment can call on you
Don't make no noise for it shall be screeches unkown
Listen well in silence
For the wake of all your chapters will open again
Never pour the storms for they shall never see the suns
Try to put the rain for the calm indearment shall pass
Try to put all in silence
The view will come slow
The moment will fade
It will show the mirror with nothing to reflect to
Be quiet
Be still
Now
Your
Gone
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC