"instincs" poems
She lines up, a lamb to the slaughter!
This girl, is someones daughter!
I cant help, the thoughts in my head!
My needs win! They wipe out the Dread!
I kiss deep, Her flesh is my feast!
Instincs reap, As man Becomes Beast!
Clothes rip, She begs me for more!
I breathe deep, The scent of a *****
Who sins worse? The lion or the lamb!
The beast knows that the lambs roamed the lands!
My thoughts scream,"this is not what you wanted!"
Its too late! The Beast has been taunted!
You know this story! You've lived it before!
You always wanted to settle the score!
She hurt you first but now you hear laughter!
You just destroyed! Your last EVER AFTER!
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 2:23 PM UTC
To death in love!
The eye of ones heart closes for their beloved, their most precious treasure of them all clouded by emotions stored for them deep within
Unanswered love leads to a stinging mind of the subscocious, caught and rose by a burning ember of feelings, turning into an inferno,
Blinded by it, they will not acknowledge the falsities of their partner, nor their mistakes or even their treaciousness, as for them he is perfect, conciously imaged as the ideal and the best they ever had,
But no! God forbids, they learn about the art of blinding love while they sink to the bottom of a sea of passion and affection, in a last remote of a courtain call to simple yet manifest carelessness,
Small lies lead to grand falsities overlooked by a noncaring closed eye
Rekindled in a dream they rather follow their instincs than the truth,
Illusions cast by embers of love deep within the unconcious, like a courtain to be blocked from all light, holding on to dear of what is loved and cherished, praised and adored, an emotion leading stray,
The philosophy of a hated person, would be to never close the open eye of ones heart, so you fall not too hard when you begin to love,
But when all falls apart, realisation is like the thorns of countless roses
It is the heart sign of selfless love.
~ Umi
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Did you ever stop and wonder why? Just think for a moment, dear.. That life was filled with agony, to strike us down with fear. To crush us down, and peck our souls, till no bone can be found..
It's to make us happy..
.. Happy when we meet someone special, the one, as some say. This one, they become.. More than a friend.. Hearts collide, lips mingle, and fingers intertwine..
This must be love..
Love like the most sweetest of white roses, her glistening petals flowing vibrantly along an oceanic view of pure wonder.. Tears are shed over emotions, none happier.. Or sadder, than those shed for love.
So why do we try..?
Because, as beings.. Our primal instincs lead us on, to find.. That one.. To make us happy, and share our love.
But.. Something's missing..
You may have kissed, you may have hugged.. But something feels, just not-so-right.. What could it be? Will we ever know? It's for the sands of time show us when, softly falling, ticking, to our inevitable end.. The hands of fate, to pull us through, into what we would never have done..
The inevitable.. Can be avoided..
You see the light, at the end of this perilous tunnel.. Turn back, now is not your time.. The sands keep falling, the hands keep pulling..
.. You must stay with the one you love
Don't lose sight, of what your heart tells you.. Your mind says left, your gut says turn around.. Your heart soars you into the sky..
It is that obvious I miss you, my love..
Your sparkling skin
Volputuous eyes
Wondrous smile
.. I cannot lie
.. This is love
Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 10:02 PM UTC
i hate feeling like i am the one who wants this when there should be two.
i hate being the one who is on this side when at least some of the time it should be you.
and so i guess what im trying to say is i hate this anymore
that i keep having instincts that i keep having to ignore
those instincts that tell me that im just imagining what we had
to run and disappear because all im going to ever do
is dream about yesterday and you
the instincts to seperate myself from you and just forget it all
but do you want to know what the worst thing about this is?
it isnt that i hate this feeling
it isnt that i ignore my instincs because i love you
its that i have no idea
if you will ever care for me the way i care for you
and knowing that if you dont
if you wont
which is likely
that i will be crushed and empty
still stuck
with this feeling
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
''I didn't love him, '' I said.
Because I don't know what 'love' is, and I don't want definy it to the world-- if it could be defined in words.
What I know is
My silent soul keep whispering his name
My instincs say yes,
And for me, this is more than just feelings
Can love defined as 'when a soul found its peace and tranquility' ?
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
I would rather trust a women's instinct than a mans reason, I'm sick and tired of fake people for many different reasons.
A women's instinct is the truth no reason to mis lead me. All these fake other people around are a new bread of ******* leaches.
They make me sick they really do cockroach little leaches, I had to write this poem to get all this anger out my system, I see them coming from were they don't I won't let them in my head no I won't.
They mind games are seriously silly hurry up tick tock the clock is ticking, you ******* leaches creatures always scheming and tricking.
Your end game is your game my anger is your pain I refuse to play dumb that situation has Ended, you blocked and un followed yes mate you un freinded, my Pen is so angry let the words speak to mend it.
How can I trust a mans reason? When a mans reason is unpleasing two faced qweek'ly judging realising that trust was nothing.
At least a womens instinct is realistic no mind games no bull **** she's trusting not wanting not thinking she needs to be winning. That game she ain't playing her instincs are all she's saying.
She ain't got nothing to gain but a simple solution to my pain, let me be honest and explain I'm sick of fake people who always sound the same. So let me remind you my poetry's so exciting.
JidosReality 6.6.15
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
accepting the lion in,
it´s roaring, hunger,
instincs and ferocity,
the despair of killer instincts,
the joys of the feasts, as a parody
of humanity. And control,
is the key element, in your human,
and the animal within roars,
when the enemy talks back.
in love is all the same, territories,
loving hurts with a lion in, all
is tricky with the lion inside,
cannot scape from yourself,
or the lover you choose to give in,
is crazy to be you the lion in, loving
or just never giving in, it can be a pain,
loving the preys, in a dogs game,
even so, in the end, you will feed
from your prey, as a lover, as a friend,
as a cat, just feeding, or as a lion,
looking to her lioness, loving her sweet
doors, aumenting your despair, of not
harming yor lioness, biting softly,
her sweet and long modiglianis neck,
entering her body, as a lion, as a man.
the begin of it all, is the eyes of the prey,
saving you from yourself, advices of lioness,
only knowing, that honney is not enough, when
the inner beast wakes in, and they are all preys,
in those times, maybe her love can save your day,
but is never a game of hunting a prey, just the
animal within, kicking and screaming, for you
to let him out, of your human chest, lying there
as a kity, not as the beast of beasts, screaming for
you to **** her pups, and take her as your lioness.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC