"isent" poems
Your hands are posed up in front of your body,
as if you are warding off bad things.
But your face is waiting.
Fingers come up to meet yours,
weaving themselves around you.
They are my own.
Our palms press against each other,
a fire igniting beneath us.
The white blue flames licking our toes.
How can a simple touch
feel so rewarding?
I lean in so the tip of my nose grazes the stubble,
stiff, but I can still feel the softness of skin
below your jaw.
I want to take that skin in between my teeth
and ****
and make you want me more.
But this isent about ***
No, this is so much more.
I inhale that intoxicating scent.
A scent that can't be described as anything but you.
Just a simple smell, so intense
that it wraps its self around my chest
and squeezes, until I release my breath.
Unable to hold on to it any longer.
Your arms move around my waist
and they are pulling me in closer.
But im drifting.
Blackness is consuming you
while my ears are perking,
ajusting to a horrible high pitched noise.
I roll over,
shifting under my stiff cold sheets.
A green 7:00am flashes in the dark
as I embark on another day without you.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:21 AM UTC
You breath in
And wonder why
But the question dosent stop there
It gos on to how
When and were
You look back and realize
What a mess your really in
You take a deep breath
And thro your self on the floor
Trying to look for a way out
But there isent one
Because you were thron into this
So now the q is why r u so restricted
If it wasen your fault to begin with
And you keep on going tryen to be normal
For the sake of evry one around
But thin one day
You just give up
And don't know what to do anymore
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
As you stand there yelling at me I can't deside,
Wither to go to the kitchen and stab myself,
Or sit there and listen to you bring me down for the tenth time,
I chose option B because you tell me to grow up,
And you deside what I will do when I'm older,
Because what I want to be isent good enough for your life style,
You are planing tommrow while I live tommrow,
With a laughter and a smile,
You live with flash cards and notes,
For I chose to live of studying,
And you are jelous of it,
For I will never grow up until I have fully expericened life.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
This might sound rude
But right now im not in the mood
Listening to little kids as a mother sings her babys to sleep
Talking to my boy as hes sayen hes about to leave
Im just sayen im not in the best mood
My body isent funtioning in the way id like
And id rather not be sober on this ok night
Id rather be doing something
Somthing other then miss you
My father
Your name
Well thats easy its chad
Your postion
Was a father
A husband
A listener
A provider
And the best part of chad
You made the choice to love and take care of me when you dident have to
You wer a great dad
And i miss you dearly
You were the best person iv ever known
My hart longs for you
Chad
I had just started calling you dad
The day you passed
All o wanted was for you to stay home
To ride bikes with me but insted you had to work
You had to leave
My daddy i miss you
I just wanna hear your voice
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
My head on your chest
And Lord knows I'm a mess
But that steady beat i hear keeps me in time
That look in your eyes
Your hands shaking like mine
And I cant keep you out of my mind
No denying this feeling
These cards are self dealing
All i want is to stay by your side
And the world could come crashing down
Around my head
But i just wont mind
So long as I'm here
With your arms wrapped around me
I know it will be just fine
'Cause i cant shake this feeling that there is no turning back now
You sigh in your sleep
And most things just don't keep
But hearing you breathe makes me think that whats gold can stay
I remember it all
I remember the fall
And the sun just keeps rising since then
This feeling inside
I just cant seem to hide
Then i look in your eyes and its there
And it's there
And it's there
The touch of your lips
Your hands rest on my hips
And we clasp hands so tight that it hurts
You fear for the worst
But that's not how it works
'Cause you see I'm in love with this boy
I play with your hair
And it just isent fair
That time wont stop for me
And for you
And for you
So long as your here
With your arms wrapped around me
I know it will be just fine
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
We live a life were..
Kids are distracted from crying by phones
A little kid knows the moms password be for he can speak
Were kids instead of going outside
We'll they'd rather stay in,
Playing on Facebook or Twitter
Whatever that is.
And I'll admit I spend some of my time
On my Facebook doing nothing
But scrolling down.
Being board
When we all could go out and bike
Or skate, or take a walk
When instead of useing our phones
Witch is a trapped society in its own
We could ask a stranger for directions
We could use what god has given us
It's called speech and our hands
Use the words you know
Or the hands to sign.
Put the phone and the laptops down
Take in the relization
That there's a world to be descoverd
Look at the sky and listen to the birds
Not saying musice is bad becase I'm **** to say it's something I love
But putting it aside the other day
I relized just how much I missed..
Just being out side.
Yea......
This is our society
We can always change it
But not unless we want to
So instead of haveing your musice in
Or being on Facebook
Or twitter or other media sites
Go be with a Frieand
Go for a walk and talk
Like when you were 10
Playing out side on the playground
Amazing your never to old for that :)
Don't listen to the haters
Belive in what you want and go have a good time with some Frieands
I know our parents always Say stranger danger
But howed you get to know the kids you call friends now?
Good luck out there and smile tomorrow's a new day it isent over.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC