"innocences" poems
you are may
i am december
kisses exchanged
during the bluing hour
child like
staring at you
in wonder and amazement
frosting night
falling snow
flakes in your auburn hair
i walk you home
in the cold frigid air
holding your hand
dreaming of you
you are rare
a beacon
a lighthouse
in a storm
in my daydreams
you are the pixie, the fairy inspiring me
at night
you are the siren, i surrender to
a trifecta of youth, beauty, personality
you are refreshingly young
spring in my wintered life
preternaturally beautiful
perfection come to life
your femininity bewitching
your youth intoxicating
your mannerism seducing
i would do anything for you
oozing sensuality
innocences
of a woman on the cusp
you hunger for sophistication
to be worldly-wise
seeking passage guidance
from an experienced traveller
the trade, the deal, is timeless
refined by evolution
i am humbled
to have been chosen
the ultimate champion
of your ****** selection
in turn, you are my trophy
the spoils
of a never ending war
i know our time is short
the span of a bloom
a season at most
i know the outcome
seen the devastation
the problem is
we think we have time
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
was it real or was it all in my head
I believed every word you ever said to me
I embraced every warm touch you've ever laid on my body
I kept falling without knowing what I was getting myself into.
I was the one who lost her innocence to a boy who only acted like a man
In the end of it I was the one who looked like a fool
I thought if I gave up my innocences it would keep you around but in the end that's all you ever wanted.
you didn't love me you just steal girls innocence and break their hearts
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
Dear ****** you have took so much from me.
You took my will to live.
You took my pride.
You took my faith in humanity.
You took my virginity at the age of 13.
You took my innocences.
You took my safty.
Dear ****** you have destroyed me.
You destroyed my life.
You ruined who I was then.
Dear ****** you have made me live in fear.
I suffer from PTSD because of you.
I suffer from depression.
I suffer from anxiety.
Dear ****** I trusted you and you used that against me.
Goodbye my ****** I hope you enjoy rotting in that cell for what you have done to me.
By: Ash Von Stein
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
Yes it's true, our love is so very young
still though, my body longers for you near.
For Cupid has shot his quiver arrow and has stung.
I fear I have feelings, I just can not bear.
My heart , still dallies with my innocencence
Yet, so I wish to still lose my Virginaty
My mouth just will not give concent
no concent, cause of immaturity?
Even though I just cann't give my concent,
For sure, my young heart would be in pure bliss
though I still long to lose my innocences,
from the start, I've wanted more than a kiss
my innocence override my passion,
love nor *** shat ruin my purity.
P.L.M (12-14-92)
P.L.M
English Period: F (12-14-92)
Placed upon my pillow on 12-15-92 and still to this day we are still joined as one!
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
Maybe one day I'll write happy poems people want to read
About sunsets, birds, butterflies, and happy little bees
But I'm pertty sure that will not happen
Because my thoughts are all blacken
I'm the charred remains of yesteryear
My innocences was very short that's all to clear
None of my life I want to relive, not one single day
They all were tinged with different shades of gray
My hope for a happier life quickly is fleeting
My life source is oh so fastly depleting
Over half my life I've all ready lived
And God still seams to have more agony to give
I must have been a really bad person in my past life
Because I've done nothing in this one to cause such strife
Don't get me wrong happiness I'm still pursuing
But with their hot breath on my neck, my demons keep ensuing
So I'll leave you with this thought in mind
Be very very greatful for YOUR happy times
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
Is it a battlefield for love?
Or a wicked game of lust?
Is it a good time and fulfilling?
Or is it a meaningless rush?
Do you have *** because of connection?
Or do you **** just for the attention?
Do you have *** to feel like a new person?
Or did somebody **** your innocences?
Do you see *** as a gift?
Or a symbol of nothingness?
Do you see *** as important?
Or escapism from human conversation?
How do I see ***
It’s better than hanging from the ceiling
How do you see ***
I’ll be waiting
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
we were
sitting so close,
and he pulled
our blue and white
plaid blanket
over our heads.
this is where
we shared our first
kisses,
and our first
"i love you's"
and lost our
first innocences.
and underneath
he whispered in
my ear,
"we are hiding from
the world,
just you and I.
and then we
will face the world
together"
and so we are.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Dieu, c'est la beauté, Dieu, beauté même, a parlé
Dans le buisson de flamme à son peuple assemblé,
Aux lèvres de Moïse, aux lèvres des prophètes,
Et ses discours profonds sont clairs comme des fêtes.
Son livre est un chœur vaste où David a chanté,
Et c'est un fleuve, il coule avec l'immensité
De ses vagues, noyant dans leur écume ardente
Ton navire, ô Milton, et ta galère, ô Dante !
Et Jésus a parlé, rouge et bleu sous le ciel,
Et des mots qu'il a dits la terre a fait son miel.
Les lys ont confondu sa robe avec l'aurore,
Sa voix, sur la montagne, elle résonne encore.
Paroles de Jésus, source sous les palmiers
Où s'abattent les cœurs ainsi que des ramiers,
Où les âmes vont boire ainsi que des chamelles !
Nourrice, tu suspends le monde à tes mamelles !
Car Il est aussi beau qu'Il est vrai ; sa beauté
Est mère de la fleur, de l'aube et de l'été.
Le Beau n'est qu'un mot creux, l'idéal qu'un mot vide,
Mais la beauté, c'est Dieu dont notre âme est avide ;
La beauté, mais, poète, elle est au cœur de Dieu
Le lotus de lumière et la rose de feu ;
De plus haut que les Tyrs et les Sions sublimes,
Elle descend sur l'ange, elle est vouée aux cimes,
Soleil des paradis, étoile des matins,
Et nos regards sont faits de ses rayons éteints.
- Beauté, face de Dieu, gouffre des purs délices
Formidable aux élus, devant vous les milices
Célestes dont les seins sont cuirassés d'ardeur,
Guerriers gantés de grâce et chaussés de candeur,
Dont les ailes de feu battent le dos par douze,
Capitaines d'amour dont l'aurore est jalouse
Et dont l'épée au poing n'est qu'un rayon vermeil,
Tremblent comme la brume au lever du soleil !
- Alléluia vers vous, beauté du Père, et gloire !
Gloire à vous sur la terre et sur les luths d'ivoire
Des riants chérubins, votre escabeau vivant !
Gloire à vous sur la lyre et les harpes au vent
Des séraphins chantant dans les apothéoses !
Doigts des anges, courez sur les violons roses !
Formez-vous, doux nuage, autour des encensoirs !
Brûlez, soleils levants ! fumez, parfums des soirs !
Montez vers la colombe, ô blanches innocences,
Montez ! Et vous, Vertus, Principautés, Puissances,
Menez, parmi les lys, le cortège des dieux,
Sur les pas de Jésus miséricordieux !
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To my own mind I will deceive
To the peace I should receive
I am just another thief
I wish I would not live.
Harsh life, large strife,
stirring the wrath within me.
Red flag, hold back!
I would pull back my fist by my own decree.
Wants to have love, falling to the lust.
Goals are above, moving is a must.
Lost to the chains that holds to my heart.
Wrenching me right back into the start.
"Repent" it says.
There is really nothing I could say.
"Restrain" it says.
I secretly want to make them pay.
Darkness lurking.
Power usurping.
Should I fall behind?
Should I get in line?
My own restrains become my worst enemy.
Only I myself pity.
The violence return to stir within me.
Only I can stop me.
To my own mind I will deceive
To the peace I should receive
The innocences that I should grief.
Hoping one day I will have a relief.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Cackling and Tyrannizing for the seed of arrogant greed
What a pompous persecutor is he! none for you all for me,
is there truth bound in-between the aggressors glamour?
The Company of ignorance was pain
ruptured violence with shame
The unknown was dissent untrue
yet it doesn't mean it's you
From this darkness comes this light
in the night the mocking bird serenades insight
conscious reconciliation that will fracture the dead world that
lives inside you nearing the bridge of an imagination
the innocence in darkness mirrors back to me
A fear unseen on
memory lane
Is it true that you’re only innocent when you dream?
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Sir, we're looking for me? We know me?
Sir, we've distant data on me? Are we tired of me sitting and late waking too?
My ghost, bugs, and Sir, weirding way are all known to us.
Sir, we know everything.
We grab *** squeeze **** and put high finger on it
Such wrapturous goodness for me myself and I, but where?
In Crazy Horse Native Americans strip mall?
In ridding me of a brown heritage we desperately want to keep?
With every two drink minimum we are there Sir
With every bedding down in our laps we are there Sir
In ********* Dawn on Carefree wings
to lining our sitting Sea
Our hands, guided piercings
of me we are there Sir
We sleep in darkness sweet til
babbling Brooks wake us from snug slumber
When even Darth night shines with Gwendolyn's tomorrow
And inside my full belly, we stitch our patched life quilt
Of praise, amazement and montaged
secret places
We see Degas tattoos on milky body without form
without preconception
We count precious thoughts to fall
asleep in dark innocences, in stuck vengeance
only to wake with us, always with us
still
If only I could **** an atheist
to quench our tribal blood thirst
Our folly speaks evil
I hate those, who in folly hate us
I count them as us in the Game
of finding deep hurt and worried aunts
We hurl away insults to leave bare haters and me
eternally on a path to we
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
Way back when
I use to believe
Things got even worse
Assigning judgement
To all my grief
Such a deep regretful curse
There had to be
A reason why
So I said my prayers
And refused to lie
Wisdom comes
In burning flames
As the fire's of Hell
Consume your lame
And all that remains
Is a need to love
In a lifetime set free
From those eye's above...
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
3.
You are a
vast mystery
of depth
Layered with
endless definitions
written by the hand
of a child who never
had the touch of love
caress the blueprint
of his soul
No hand to show
him what tools
to use to build
safe walls
He constructed
concrete walls
from the foundation
of lies
So his hands
became rough
as he tore down
the crumbling
architecture
innocences had
built in order to
survive
Turning him
feral
And the houses
he fled too
in hopes
of calling
it home
became memories
of heart break
Haunted thoughts
replayed the
mistakes
made
in order to
stay alive
He became a
safe haven
escapist
I was a beautiful Heaven
And sometimes we
will fall in the search
of a lost love
But what is loved
will never be lost
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
2.18.
Heal
Heal the parts of you
you were destined
too heal
The parts God carefully
carved into your
being
The flesh and bone
that made you raw
That bled your soul
That destroyed you
That moulded you
into a warrior
That will bless you
with the eyes of
Heaven
And tears of angels
will rain down like
holy water
Cleaning your spirit
Giving back the
innocences of freedom
that know no boundaries
of love
Heal
And you will be found
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC