"passionet" poems
We live in lies only to mask are truths.
Passionet moments cant match hours of endless
day's.
Drowning in the ***** and pills to maintain that illusion.
Ive lost the person and gained only a costume.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
Sometimes when i say goodbye.
I wonder how I hold it togather befor
the phone touches the reciever.
Does she know the pain I mask.
Memories make us drunk with emotion.
Time makes us bitter from the cold.
And in the darkness she brings light.
Under the ice she creates warmth.
She kisses the past away.
My shelter in which to run
If I choose to lead so does she follow.
Two halfs of one heart.
Weve walked across broken glass to lay
in a feather bed.
The nights passionet flow
her head apon my chest.
And how could I find one so perfect for me.
Distance takes the heart and traces the tear.
Such comfort brought from the understanding.
That pain would be erased if she were here.
Jules i see that next day as a promise
set in stone.
That from that first hello
we found in one another a reason to never be alone.
The highway rolls into the horizen
eternal is the love.
As a sun sets apon the ocean we stand
my arms wrapped around you waves crash into the shore.
In love I give everything.
For i could spend a lifetime here with you.
And still thirst for more.
With words we struggle to say.
What flows from the pen.
Also bleeds form the soul and that
shall never go away.
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
The page laughing at me the canvas cold and blank.
Winter filled room in the middle of june.
Why had my heart run a ground on such jagged shores.
Now I scavage for remains of my soul.
ragged I wonder would anyone remember me apon my return.
Would she stand smile apon face and regret in heart.
The page stayed empty for a reason.
They were all gone the great titles along with there writers.
Me the fool brave or foolish enough to attempt the
impossible with little to show for it.
A broken relationship and some bad tattoos in
some weird places.
To be stuck down in a hollow .
Is fine with suplies low and the truth a sober mind brings
time was ticking the false deadline was apon me.
And like a kid trying to cram in every answer on a school test.
I was stuggling waitting for the teacher to say times up.
Hands shaking from the need throat dry and a headache
that would last for a week.
Why had it always come to this isolation.
Maybe it was the roads way of calling me back.
Like a lover calling me back to bed.
To entangle untill the mornings light.
Yet just like a passionet affair the struggle for the title
kept me trapped to this place for nights on end.
You cant grasp what is never yours its
like trying to see that sweet southern breeze.
Everytime you find one with which your heart agree's
You find the titles taken.
life and love will always bring you to your knees.
This is taken from what will be my first book
once through many long gin soaked nights is finally at it's final stages
and thank God cause it's been hell.
as of now the title will be The Road Begins ?
Hell my friends if you can think of a better title to describe my writting feel free to let me know Always your slightly crazy friend John Patrick Robbins
Jan 28, 2010
Jan 28, 2010 at 4:31 AM UTC
There are things within you that I know I can not see, but I feel them move within you and they truly inspire me. They moved me more than a passionet kiss that's leaps into my soul. I can't but help feel this feeling that intertwines within my color changing soul. It's so sure about everything you do, that it makes me question even all the small things that I do. It makes me one of a kind something I feel I'll never be, but with you next to me we can conqore all there is to see.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC