"luxery" poems
Thighs, beautiful Tighs
Thighs so big
But beautiful at the same time
Beautiful.
Thighs, I can touch all the time
Mines! My thighs
Beautiful girl thighs
Touch my thighs?
Touch them
Nice and slow...
Make them yours
Own them
Touch my thighs
While kissing my neck
Touch them nice and slow
Lay me down and kiss my thighs
Whisper to them that there yours
Make them feel like luxery
Like their royalty to you
Like the rest of my body
Make them feel like their important.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
Today I talked to the sky
& the sky talked back to me
I took a seat on a cloud
& asked the sky what it sees
The sky replied with a sigh
For this question seemed to sadden it
I asked the sky, "Why the sigh?"
& it replied with this:
"See I've been here for quite a while
watching my world change
But lately I have not been pleased
With this new found age
Now wait, let me think
Displeased is not what I mean
What I think I'm trying to say is
I'm confused at what I see
I see the land connected
yet there's these unseen boundaries
& why do you use bombs
To make peace between these countries
Why when I protect you
I get poisend in return
Why some live in luxery
& food to live is what others yearn
So if that answers your question
On what I seem to see
I hope you open up your mind
& start to think like me"
Right then I fell from that cloud
& back into my bed
I opened up my tired eyes
& a thought ran through my head
It only takes one person
to start a chain event
it takes but just one mind
to pass on what the sky had meant
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Some say you must be brave
And to face each new day
As a day further from the grave
A day where Death kept away
Try telling that to a cancer victim
Where each new day is a luxery
Each day is special to them
Each day they hope they will see
Or tell it to a victim of ****
Where the hurt is so deep inside
From nightmares they can never escape
Feeling they have lost their pride
Tell it to the soldier standing there
Living with the terror and blood shed
See the horror in his eyes that stare
Knowing that any time he could be dead
Tell it to the mother who lost her baby
Knowing new life was taken away
To her there will be no maybe
To her she weeps every day
So think of what is all around
What to this world we have done
Death, he comes without any sound
Cry with me new tears always begun
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009 at 4:25 AM UTC
Apologies would do me no good now
Friends are a luxery I cannot afford
Do I try to help them?
Or do I help them to help myself?
Is my love the jail they call it?
Or is it the bail they beg for?
Though apologies would do me no good now
I'm sorry I plucked the thorn from your hand
And watched you writhe and shudder
Cursing and screaming my name
And now there's too much hate for me here
Self hatred is enough to bear
And though your wound no longer stings
The hate remains
It's everywhere
Through apologies would do me no good now
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for trying to help
But God's success is worth your scorn
And though our hearts are worn and torn
Friends are a luxery I cannot afford
Because my methods of love
Are too untoward
And though they bring you safety now
I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I made this vow
To keep you safe without my safety
And though apologies will do me no good now
I'm sorry
I'm sorry anyhow
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC