"innocense" poems
Little Ballerina, dance for me,
A delightful scene for anyone to see.
On your tiptoes ever so light,
You dance with magic through the night.
Across the floor you flow with ease,
Little Ballerina, dance for me, please.
I watch you glide with splendor and grace,
As a smile of innocense beams on your face.
Prancing about with magic in your feet,
A wonder to see like an angel so sweet.
Little Ballerina, dance with flair,
Swirling and turning through the air.
Hands moving with the music as you go,
A fantasy to see with a magical flow.
Dance upon dreams that play in your mind,
Upon the dance floor miracles to find.
Feet moving so graceful with ease,
Little Ballerina, dance for me, please.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
Walking down the street
your hearts are skipping the exact same beats.
A unison that anyone would wish for.
He came out of the darkness
as the most unpleasant surprise.
Reeking of demise
he stole her from your grasp.
One hand over her mouth and one hand over her heart
he sprinted
but you boy, you ran after her.
You ran and ran until your stomach screamed;
until your feet began to bleed.
Oh how you cried.
That man, he took her to a isolated place
so that she would have to face
him. And only him.
Her screams, were insignificant because at that moment
she was no one.
The look in his eyes as he undressed her was
mortifying.
She tried to run, she tried to scream but he was in control.
Then he plunged; breaking the skin that kept her innocense so beautiful.
& he plunged; scraping the walls of her ****** making her bleed.
& HE PLUNGED into her heart, soul, and mind
making her cry.
Oh how she cried.
And you boy, you heard her screams.
But they were hushed by your own dreadful sobbing;
Bawling yourself into an unconcious state of failure and loss.
And that girl, she was paralyzed with pain;
Drenched with the strange white substance that filled her with
s h a m e.
Her ****** had been bruised and scarred by the monster.
She said, "God.. God I know you can hear me. Help me. You are not going to let me die."
That man he turned around and laughed.
Smiling as he said, "Girl. Sweet, sweet girl.
I am Anastatious and this is your sacrifice."
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
Yonder flies the solitary bat
Entwining with darkened wings
Like a twilight Prince in the night sky
This little creature flies away home
To hide from the advancing morning light
Forever blind to the madness of man
Yonder the little mouse is peaking out
Twitching its nose at the wide outside
Then to venture across the grass
Searching to find a scrap of food
To grab up and run back into safety
Away from the envious eyes of man
Yonder a jackdaw perches up high
Hidden within the branches of the Oak
Watching like a sentry that is looking out
Waiting to spy what it comes to desire
Then swooping down to capture its prey
Flying away once more from the terror of man
Yonder the small child plays with joy
Seeing the pleasure that belongs to his world
Delight is showing at the wonders all around
Running through the buttercups and dandelions
Soon he will have to leave this all behind
His innocense taken away when he becomes a man
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 11:11 PM UTC
The age-old rhetorical question:
bask in hedonism or preserve innocense?
Shamelessly flirt
and makeout with hotties on the beach
or stay quiet and "moral,"
which is really code for "I'm afraid?"
Is a kiss with a stranger
really a kiss?
Or merely brushing lips against other lips,
maybe accidently,
gently,
couldn't be any harm, right?
Or would my first kiss with a stranger who holds no relevence to my life
be a life-long regret?
Would not cutting loose and being "loose" be a regret too?
So uptight
my hair is forever permed,
let it down and lank
will I still be me?
Would I still have self-respect?
Would others respect me?
Urges are strong
but will they ruin everything?
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
Gallimaufries Incondite in-risible pules from anomie.
Recondite jeremiadtions of every pessimal influence.
Yearning for the Quid-am Xanthochroi to sybaritic in the manner I long to LOVE,
Unrestrained The pennicle of BATHOS
observations of human
hopes and dubietys of mankind
An anodyne, the demersal soul
attempts at pawky insights often written whilst
inebriated and Katzenjammered!
Dec 31, 2009
Dec 31, 2009 at 7:51 PM UTC
The Lord keeps me quickened
With His burnin wine blood.
Sinner gets Word he's sickened
'Cause their fate is the flood.
Wickin your idols like wicker
This Word that protrude is sure ta
Make knots out of your nickers.
While I heard you is a rude *****
No flippin bird. I'm a Jigga,
One of them scotch sippin Jewish ******
Switch the first lettas in Jew and *****
What you get is New, Jigga
Go figure
Yourself out, and what you're about.
No need to tout your ego and shout.
Like go ahead call me a ****
I can't hear ya when your talk is trite;
Words don't cause me tantrums tike.
Little one the end has just begun.
Put down your gun, since before the beginning His Son has already won, before you were even sinning;
In a sense, innocense.
His Immaculate timing is waiting for the start of your pitiful whining
For mercy from the Lord you still curse G.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
For:
A person once noticed in a crowd.
A confident young girl with the world at her feet.
A dreamer who believed she could save the world.
The free spirit who followed wherever the wind blew her.
The singer, who may not remember every note.
The rockstar in the bathroom mirror.
The lover of language.
The bleeding heart of a humanitarian.
The nieve teenager.
The believer of promises.
The innocense lost.
The future journalist.
The wife who never had a husband.
The vain reflextion in every shinning surface.
The painter of worlds.
The doodler of notes.
The princess of the apple trees
The tomboy covered in lace.
The brave captive of twisted words.
The enlightened empress
The solitude of a silent sister that brought peace.
The queen of correct
The fighter of the feable minded
The deep thinker lost in her darkness
The mother of happiness
The old soul trapped in this body
The sensative spirit that feels more than the eye can see.
The sleepless gaurd of our home.
The hostess of friendship
For all is me
For all you will see
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Pushing bodies to walls wrapping legs around a waist pulling you into me nails scratching skin causing chills kissing tender warmth shaking innocense with each gasping breath taking love and turning it into ***** secrets holding back screams of honesty as his fingers ran all over steaming pleasure whispering the dirtiest truths in hungry eyes satisfaction running through every bone pain in all the right places. love in all the wrong ones.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Life throws
live bombs at you;
abuse,
cruelty,
manipulation by
‘so called’
loved ones,
betrayal of trust,
****** of innocense,
all contributing
to the grand design
and creation of a
sorrowful, raging monster;
a special breed.
You come to
discover and sharpen
the only real
weapons
you possess…
YOUR WORDS.
These words
become like machetes,
cutting and chopping
through bone.
These words
become the lethal
bullets that
penetrate
deep into the
crevices of
heart and mind.
Somewhere,
within the vast
depth of yourself
you find a strength
and courage,
in between
the layers of
rusted scars,
creating a new
persona,
one who will
stand up for you,
when your fragile
‘self’
cannot.
This creature
takes the brunt
of the hurt
and fear
directed your
way.
Those that pretend
to love you,
yet cause only harm,
witness this savior
you’ve borne,
and have the nerve
to be offended.
Often these
Pretenders
find it quite
entertaining to
watch and listen
as you tear
another apart.
That is,
until you turn,
and point your revolver…
at THEM.
Bang! Bang! goes
that gun,
and down they go,
obliterated
by your own hand,
and you can
only offer up
an amused grin…
as they
bite the bullet!
~ by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
We were 6 years old, we were innocent, we we're playing. Just playing, in the most innocent sense of the word. With dolls, or blocks, or trucks, or dirt. I don't remember. We we're playing and then we weren't. We were playing and then the darkness came, and it took away our blocks. It took away our safety net of protection and threw us down the slide of demons.
Your demons. His demons.
We were 7 years old, we were innocent, we we're singing. Just singing, in the most innocent sense of the word. Songs, or lullabys, or comercials, or imporved words. I don't remember. We we're singing, and then we weren't. The darkness struck again, and this time hit us hard with liquor filth and stench.
Your stink, his drink.
We were 8 years old, we were still innocent, we were riding. Just riding, in the most innocent sense of the word. Bikes, or scooters, or rollerblades, or skateboards. I don't remember. We we're riding, and then we weren't. The darkness grabbed our wheels and lurched us onto the pavement 'till our skin ran red and he told us we were *****
His fault, our blood.
We were 9 years old, we still had bits of innocense, we were running. Just running, but not so innocent. On feet, we ran. I remember. We ran towards the sunset, quickly, but not quick enough. The darkness caught up to us, panting. Struck through us with quivering blades, and took away every drop of innocense left.
His addiction, our innocense.
We were 10 years old, we no longer had any innocense, we got away. A big man in blue took the crying darkness away, and stored him in a box made of cement and metal. Darkness said he'd see us when we were 18, thinking we loved him. Loved him through his addiction, because deep down there was light? And we were good girls, weren't we? We could see the light in him, right?
No light, Only darkness.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 3:57 PM UTC
Fit to be tied to a ligand gated receptor,
mind you,
right there, in the area below our own aptness
to think and do at once, thus we think without
knowing we are
thinking
things,
new and old, linked by local nodes arranging ions,
in channels previously lacking bridged interchanges.
Instant one past then,
we re think,
if we remain, persisting at or on some certain point,
may we not, mainly almost completely, be self aware?
The gaps insulating our separate selves, as we imagine,
thoughts outside our heads do remain connected rectly
ortho dexterous… sinister off, right on. Switch,
transcendence, sit zazen intently making bits of this
peace.
Inner, breathing conscience, knowing used, to pay
yourself, first
love, neighborly behave, have love as for your self.
I, the boss mind, I, the chooser of destiny from now,
I, ego and id and all, me, you must acknowledge,
I was here when you arrived, in an acknowledged,
innocense, not ignoring a curio juxtaposed, sup-
posed to prompt a why from your own self, why
am I not kind to me.
I am no better than I can imagine proving, to myself.
I must convince me, you are merely watching me be,
in a mind state seeping from a spring I cleaned,
to channel a flow a bit thicker than a seeping…
Sit with me a minute,
measure the brevity,
leave be the reason, I wished to feel you there.
Knowing how I love you, determines the worth
of my own love.
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 12:54 PM UTC
You catch the eyes of innocense
as you clip the time
in insolence with a smile
Nothing makes you happier
than to see the distress
when you so beguile
Soft and swift you tantalize
the precious lips of love
You nibbled on the ears
while whispering "Only if you please"
You daze and confuse like
the early spring's
cold winter fog
You lie in wait
for your chances
like a five string guitar
Oh ! No one is safe
as you strike another chord
No ! Not even the words
that go aching for the page
Not even the message texted
across the lost one in the maze
The camel made it through
the needle of the eye
He said "Nothing to it"
just before he died
There is a lesson to be learned
in the hollow of our minds
That there will be a tomorow
I can guarantee that in time
But only if you don't
step on the trip wire attached
to the watermelon's vine
So be careful
in everything you do
Or you might wind up wearing
camel hair coats and shoes
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Mush have i reap in the light of noble verse
that glide the divine reason of deeds and fact,
truth as it may seems through the tongue may pass
the mind that differs,the world that need no maat.*
*maat:an ancient egyptian god for truth.
All right reserved.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
Pigtails and lollypops
Little pink bows tied perfectly in my hair.
Swing sets and monkey bars
Mary and her lamb, Bow peep and her sheep
Younger memories of simple days long before the aging haze
Clear as a rainbow after the storm
Innocent as Dorothy and her little dog
Years fly by in the twister of life and love gets to be tough
As every scab is reopened and begins to bleed
Baby dolls and lincoln logs
Big Bird on Sesame Street
Once these things meant the world to me,
Now they are only flashes of light on a picture in my mind
Little tea *** isn't short and stout andymore
All her strength and innocence has been poured out
Jumping the rope of pain every day
Not knowing when to stop and play.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 9:44 AM UTC
She was one who dreamed of dragons
Of towers
Of tyrants
Of kings
The angel whose only plea was for you not to clip her wings
And days
And page
And magical mage
Would go and their stories would ring
Until a whole world was made just for a girl
In the stories of dragon, damsels, and kings
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
Riding in the dark, all alone
The cold wind blows in my face
As I sit on the devils back
To take me to a place where innocense is left behind
The road is an endless parade of memories
I speed past them as I roar thru the night
I take this ride for the last time
Behind me is a sea of darkness
I wont turn back as the sun begins to rise
The ride will forever go as long as the devil rides.
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 8:46 PM UTC
Benign baleful dreams
pervading sense awaken arousal,
destructive in fruitful essence
of times eternal ocean of silence;
a majestic magnitude of heavens legions
felled as stars blossom like roses
in the night sky.
Amorous passion playing
with shadows; climbing
the stairs of heavens turmoil
like a ladder descending upon
a vast forest of emotions,
the angelic spirit of deception;
swarming like maggots untoward
the sulpherous adamantine
gates of a new order,
dropping like flies unto
the volcanic ash of chaos.
Efficacious mezmerisation
comprising invunerable exaltation,
numinous effacement
corrupting the truth of
unimaginable fear,
torterous pity bore by
innocense; lost denouncing
their creator.
Succumbing, a subdued debauch
ambassador of hope;
proscribed as the moon replaces the sun,
defiant; belief vanquished-
desire unrequited.
ELEETE J MUIR
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Staring out the window,
Frozen in time
In that one moment
where everything changed.
Innocense and simplicity
surrounding me with love and trust
Frozen in an abyss of memories
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
I have felt the heat of a thousand flames,
And witnessed the shattering of all of my hearts,
Every word that escaped my mouth,
Couldn't have been as blessed as your name.
I have swum in a thousand lakes,
And I've drowned in each one,
with every breath a synapse of obliteration,
And every heave of my soul the collaboration of all your suns.
All my feathers lie in abysmal reticence,
In reaches of an hour glass filled with ashes,
Where every ash is the increment,
Of promised prayers of retribution.
There aren't many things I know forsure,
For the world fades unto oblivion with every breath it takes,
There couldn't have been anything more obscene,
Then the innocense of your allure.
But what I do know in bits and pieces,
with closed eyes and whispered hope,
Is that there lies a certain virtue,
In the reaches of being a prisoner of the exhuberance of your soul...
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
I can't find the
words to smash in your
face like a brick,
or tie around your
neck like a noose.
I want to scream how
much I hate you until your
ears ring,
***** my hands with your
sweet nothings,
nothing but lies as
you took another
beneath you.
Was I ever
enough?
Even if I'd given you the
last simplicity of my
being, would it ever
have been
enough?
I wish my words could
slap you hard like
yours did:
****** up",
"ignorant",
"I could've done better".
But my tongue
bleeds with how long I've
been holding them in,
sharp like
razor blades on the insides
of my cheeks,
wishing so to carve out
yours like you did a
fifteen year old girl's
innocense.
Sweet child, if only I
could hold her to
my chest, and
reassure her that she was
never the impure one.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
Tears behind her eyes
Moisture between her thighs
She clenches hard at the wet bed sheets
Thrusting through his lies
She tried to stay quiet
Because he told her not to make a peep
He said
"Dont tell your mother and
Dont alarm the public"
He made her believe she was wrong
"No one will believe you
Or ill make sure no one ever sees you
If you tell then youll be gone"
She questioned if god was ever listening
Or whyd he make it happen
Or does he even exist
But just know god is always watching
And something bads gonna happen
To the man that took her innocense.
Years later
shes all grown up
But has issues trusting men
She watched on tv
That a man of 43
Was murdered once again
She got on knee
And thanked him
for him even to bother
"Its been a long time
Wasnt sure you was there
But thank you
For punishing my father"
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Sore with discontent
Oblivion beckons
Fade out or live long
Perhaps not an option
Choices are illusions
Life a big lie
Return to innocense
Most desired
Loath and anguish
No logic to talk about
Haze of negativity
Call it depression
Yet it is life still
No pride no prejudice
Just an unflinching death wish
Nothing to hang on to
Or so it seems
Can this all end please
Cannot watch the re-runs again
Cannot see the downward spiral
Cannot live without belief
Cannot make room for belief as well.
May 31, 2010
May 31, 2010 at 3:42 AM UTC
I saw you once in a dream,
Delicate, sweet face of innocense,
Drawing my heart to the palm of your hands....
Holding it there...
Mesmerized!
Sitting at your knee, staring into your eyes,
Magical webs you weave,
Taking me from my self-imposed solitude,
thrusting me into a rainbow's-journey....
Delightful!
Hours spent within your existence drift away,
Delicate, sweet face of innocense darkens in the fires glow,
Stillness cocoons us, entrapping us in thoughtfulness;
My heart in your hands, your eyes fill my soul..
Spellbound!
With the glow of the fire the night descends upon us
In this hour, this place becomes ours,
Together our souls blend deeply into one
To the precious, lasting moments, of US..
Picture perfect!
I saw you once in a dream, and I shall see you again.....
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
Sweet and tender
Don't you ever
Lose your innocense
This world gets bolder
As it gets colder
And ever more, intense
Always it will be
Hard for you to keep
Your heart upon your sleeve
But darling you will see
When you look within your dreams
That passion overcomes all adversity
Even through the hurting
Life is always worth it
And love will lead you through
Remember to keep learning
Don't you ever stop yearning
To be the best in all you do
There are two options here
Give up or persevere
Love, give anything but up
When your done hoping
When your beaten and your broken
Look up for my love
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Today is supposed to be a day about family togetherness, instead my family just fell apart. When I wake up I must paint on a smile for my babies and pretend like everything is ok. When the truth is I'm dying inside. It's all I have to hide the tears that insist on making an appearance. Having to hustle and make last minute plans which just got done because the orignal plans you had with your family are no longer. (Just like that) It's over. Hearing my youngest ask for her father, grandmother, and grandfather is to heartbreaking to even write about. I broke down in tears earlier in private, just feeling so empty and lost and like I failed my children. Its so hard not to believe otherwise. The innocense of a child is so fragile. A parent will bare anything to protect their children from pain. Even then that sometimes only goes so far...
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC