"teaser" poems
Sunday.
The coffee knows,
and my toes;
I can't move either.
Sunday.
House is quiet,
after the riot;
it's a breather.
Monday.
Comes too fast,
a weekend passed;
not a pleaser.
Sunday.
Through a week,
your silent break
is just a teaser.
Sunday.
Feelin' lazy;
it's all hazy...
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
picky
teaser
lota
pizza
flamingo
burnin'
gerhkin
wordin'
processing
pro
gramme
lots
a
purple
tan
tanging
tongue
tear
stupid
deer
croissant
croissant
croissant
(are you here?)
rich
and
faming
silly
daydream
little
cupid
castle
cooped
chicken
kickin'
malicious
software
(are we there?)
yet
cooky
suki
mikky
mopy
skiing
slopy
tear
out
control
shout
doubt
pout
trouble
double
choc
tim
tam
ginge
sortafairy
tail
of
a
bat
rat
smack
(should we pack?)
and
CRACK
goes
ankle
blowing
soccer
flowin'
talk
tak
no
silly
silly
silly
all these
years
(should I be crying these tears?)
hello
again
a
pen?
why
thanks
some
lunch
punch
crunch
an
ankle
swollen
ready
all
flail
fall
(?)
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
Those eyes played with your mind
they made you crazy and at that
sensual place they took you
Those eyes made your floor move
they made you hers and only hers
A cloud filled with smoke, alcohol
pouring like rain on your body
You get soaking wet and things
keep getting naughty
You felt her eyes seducing you
She catches you with her eyes
and drags you with her paws
She is someone that you'll like to
flirt with and I bet she will
take all of your friends too
I try to change her but I can't reach her
So it's me she's hypnotizing when she's
moving her body on the dance floor
I'm so hypnotized by her, she got me tamed
Eating out of her hands because i can't reach her
She passes, catches and dances but
still things keep going backwards
I'll do anything for some hugs and kisses
Nothing compromising, she's just a teaser
A crazy note that I can't reject
Those eyes they got you hypnotized
and straight to the star in the sky
they took you
Those sinner eyes that made your
temptation rise
They made you hers and only hers
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
The stereotype of the female type/ packing more than you give yourself credit for/
Spineless, backstabbing ******* in backless dresses fronting to impress dogs who are/
Barking at ******* that are easy to prey on/ hoping to get a good **** to sniff/
While your tail is out there waggin/ makin’ their tongues turn stiff/
There are many who live in that dog eat dog world/ And boy it can get pretty rough out there/ catch that innuendo?
You see, effing around is simple and it works like this; you F what you see/
Sometimes you find what you think to be ‘the one’ only to be deceived/
Because you believed what you saw and didn’t take the time to dig deep/
Next thing you know, your heart has been sunk in the pool of tears you weep/
You resort to a resolution to that’s easy to keep/ rectify to the erectified/
Yes, maybe some of this is harsh/ but if you cant handle the truth/
You wont know the difference between what’s right and wrong to do/
There’s a difference between a princess and a queen/
A princess who’s prince-less will settle for the frog/
While a queen knows how to stand on her own two feet/
Royalty is respected and they stand tough even when they’re rejected/
It’s hard to see something beautiful be used by a tool who’ll/
Only add her to the collection of his tool box/ then look for a new one/
But the reality of realism is/ reality can be pretty unreal sometimes/
And Miss Congeniality secretly believes the fallacy/ she wasn’t born to shine/
Selling herself at a price her mom would hate to see/
Giving out discounts because she can’t even count on herself/
The worst part is, it’s all manipulating her moral health/
And it’s demeaning her demeanor, being treated like Miss Demeanor/
But she didn’t mean for/ her life to turn to this/
She made three-left turns/ only to find the fourth right doesn’t exist/
Maybe a forthright person is all it takes to set her straight/
Boost her confidence/ make her feel great/ and tell her it’s never too late/
To find a new place to start over/ and get your mind in a better state/
That’s why this poem is called Tulip Teaser/ your own two lips are teasing you/
Impeding you from being you/ misleading you through your own garden/
But you’re better than that/ and there’s more to your garden than you think/
Just stick to your roots and let yourself grow to be the beautiful flower everyone likes to see/
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
*Once pristine water bodies, polluted
look heartless in their murky darkness,
chemicals that could alter even genes
are abound in wells, ponds, lakes;
poison in our veins inch forward to hearts.
Don't forget to see what's written on the wall.
Now listen
Even fairy tales are twisted to suit
to our sadly warped times!
His mermaid, an underwater teaser,
he met at a coral reef and fell in love with,
has a story we relish much,
view Hollywood her dream destination,
if water world would allow her five winks,
she'd dream of becoming Anjelina Jolie's body double*
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
***I was lost on the pavement
Along the corridors
Who left me unspoke through the scattered bloods
That left me hang on a cliff
My eyes was beneath the aftershock
But all I could do is to stare at the ceiling
No words to be found nor sounds could form
Only the laugh,scream and yells of the crowd
The thunderstorm,chill of the breezing air
Wants me to follow the serene.
My catatonic blueprinted smile was fainted
Schizophrenia that I could last at the moment
And yet an honorific began to squeeze me
There were thousands of people
But I could feel like im on the spotted arena
If I could shout out loud and escape from the reality then I'd go save by the bell.***
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
You were the Barbie jeep engineer.
You were the 5-card pinochle player.
You were the gripe to do the dishes.
You were the patient mall bench sitter.
You were Elvis Presley records and
paper backed crime novels.
You were my new antivirus software.
You were the chatter in the middle of an
NCIS episode.
You were the "It's okay, sweetie" on the
other end of the phone.
You were the voice of every bathtime storybook.
You were the baking soda on my first wasp sting.
You were the green Ford Escort parked
outside my middle school every afternoon.
You were the loudest clap at my graduation.
You were the sticky caramel corn crumbs in the
living room that held the place together.
You were the laughter
You were the toolkit when my pictures hung crooked.
You were the cornerback baker, the pecan pie maker,
dance recital seat saver and the road trip driver.
You were the puppy-dog pill-giver and the
broken heart mender.
You were the church goer and the goodness seeker.
You were the black-haired teaser and the
very best secret keeper.
You were a prideful wig wearer and
wheelchair rider.
You were a cancer fighter.
You were my first call.
You still are.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
How uncanny!
Your stoic:
so suave,
so dapper.
How uncanny!
Your voice:
so sweet,
such a trapper.
How uncanny!
Your hair:
so fragrant,
such a teaser.
How uncanny!
Your eyes:
so magnified,
such an abrupter.
How uncanny!
Your lips:
like a bubblegum,
filled with eager.
How uncanny!
Your hands:
on mine,
no answer.
How uncanny!
Your silence:
in your mind,
like cancer.
How uncanny!
Your thoughts:
thorough rejection,
my soul's attacker.
How uncanny!
Your breaths:
fumes of disdain,
silent killer.
How uncanny!
Your scent:
faint whiff of trouble,
a heart-breaker.
How uncanny!
Your dreams:
misaligned with mine,
an eerie blockbuster.
How uncanny!
Your soul:
my bulls-eye,
a sharpshooter.
How uncanny!
That night:
I wish,
lasted forever.
How uncanny...
That night...
you wish...
hadn't transpire.
-my demise-
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
I WANT TO TEASE YOU, TEASE YOU I SHALL, YOU ARE SPASTIC, DUDE I HATE YA
HANG ON, YOUR NOT LIKE YOUR NANNA, LET’S TEASE THIS SHYPERSON, BUDDY
HE IS FALLING ASLEEP, TEASE THIS SHY PERSON
I SAID, I WILL FALL ASLEEP, YA SEE, I WILL FALL ASLEEP, AND ALLOW YOU TO TEASE ME WITH THE COSMOS
YOU SEE, LET’S TIE THE SHYPERSON UP, AND THROW HIM TO THE ALIENS’
YEAH, I AM HAVING FUN TEASING BRIAN ALLAN DEAR CHILD
YOU SEE, I CAN SEE THE MEDICATION MAKING YA TIRED
YOU SEE, ATHENA CAME UP AND PUT METHANE IN MY MOUTH AND TOLD THIS DWEEB THAT
YOU REALLY CAN FIX YA TEETH IN THE COSMOS, IF YA TAKE THE RIGHT MEDICATION
I SAID, I AM WATCHING SOME SNACK OFF COOKING SHOW, IT’S PRETTY RADICAL
IT’S ABOUT THE LATE NIGHT SNACKS PEOPLE HAVE, AND WHO CAN MAKE THE BEST MEAL
THE TEASER SAID, TRY AND BE LIKE YOUR NANNA, CAUSE YOUR NOT LIKE YA NANNA
YA LIKE US, CAUSE YA HOUSE IS MESSY, I AM SURE OF IT
BRIAN ALLAN SAID, CAN YOU LET ME GO, AS HE WAS TIED UP IN THE NEPTUNE PUB
BY OSAMA BIN LADEN AND THE GUY WHO NICKED HIS LINCH IN THE 1970S
IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GET HIM, REALLY, WELL, IT’S NOT, BUT NOBODY WANTS TO, YA KNOW DO HARM
YA SEE BRIAN JUMPED UP AND SAID, **** OFF, YA NOT GETTING ME, YA ****
AND THEN THE GUY WHO NICKED MY LUNCH SAID, NO BUDDY, YOU ARE WITH ME FOREVER
WE’LL MAKE YOU TIRED, AND THEN SEND YOU TO HELL, WHICH IS THE SUN
BUT EVERYONE SLEEPS THEIR WAY TO FIGHT THE PERSON WHO IS KILLING BRIAN WHERE THEY WANT HIM
YOU SEE THEN SLIM DUSTY SAID I GUESS IT’S LONESOME AWAY FROM YOUR KINDRED AND ALL
FROM THE DUSTY OUTBACK TO THE GREAT CONCERT HALL,THERE IS NOTHING QUITE LIKE A DRINK WHICH
IS MORBID OR DREAR, IT’S SITTING PLAYING POOL IN A PUB WITH NO BEER
I AM GOING BACK AGAIN TO NEPTUNE PUB, YEAH, NEPTUNE PUB, YEAH WHERE WE HAVE FUN, YEAH
WE’RE GOING BACK AGAIN TO NEPTUNE PUB, THE PLACE WITH THE MOST METHANE SMOOTHIES, YEAH
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH BRIAN, I WOULD LOVE TO DRINK BEER WITH HIM
WE DRINK IN MODERATION, DUDES, AND NEVER, NO NEVER, GET ROLLING DRUNK
WE DRINK ALL OVER THE COSMOS, WHERE THE ATMOSPHERE IS SUPERB
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH BRIAN, CAUSE THAT’S FAR FROM ABSURD
AND THEN BARRY ALLAN CAME UP AND SANG 1 2 3 4 YOU SCHITZOPHRENIC, FROM YA FIRST DIAGNOSIS TO YA CURRENT SITUATION
WITH MEDICATION, YOU CAN GET REFORMED, OH YEAH MATE YEAH YOUR SCHITZOPHRENIC
DAD SAID, I AM NOT GOING YOUR LIKE ME AND MUMMY, ANYMORE, DON’T BE SHY BRIAN, TEASE MY NEXT LIFE’S NAME
I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY YOU TEASE, ME, BUT DON’T FORGET THAT GIRLS AND BOYS ARE EQUAL, OK
THEN THE GUY THAT NICKED MY LUNCH SAID, OK, WE’LL LEAVE YA ALONE, YA NOT LIKE US, BUDDY, OK
JUST REMEMBER, ME, IF YA EVER TRY TO BE LIKE US, YOU WHEN YA LIVED IN WOODBERRY, I’LL TEASE YA AGAIN, OK
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
My favorite people are women
Right from the very beginning
Let the boss kick your tail
Let the stockmarket fail
In her arms you will know you are winning
Some come with the loveliest chassis
They like to put fog on your glasses
Pursue till you catch one
Persistance will fetch one
Who'll love to receive your cool passes
MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN
THEY LOVE COWBOYS AND LAWYERS AND ******
THEY GIVE THEIR LAST CRUMB
MY MOTHER WAS ONE
MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN
She has the same notion as you son
She's not a big teaser to out run
Commit a wee bit of chasing
Then it's time for embracing
Your libido is due for some fun
As you've kept your nose to the grindstone
Receiving great love from a fine one
If you're worn to deep slumber
You can take down her number
There's always another night, Son
CHORUS
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
She is looked at not as an object,
Not at all a means to please him,
But as the life producing mother.
She has faced no physical abuse,
Not any sort of emotional either,
But respected if not worshipped.
She looks happily in the mirror,
Not to find her mascara ruined,
But admires it & longs for tears.
She stands as equals with them,
Not as assistant but participant,
But equally women & men live.
She also eats dinner at the table,
Not just serving them everyday,
But also relishing food he cooks.
She shares a new equal dignity,
Not fearing any ****** or teaser,
But cared for who she is to him.
She is content with spirituality,
Not praying only the male God,
But also aware of His Mother...
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
The wallpaper in your grandmother’s front room
is appalling. Old bible yellow pages,
bevy of bubbles joining,
thickening like arteries beneath the surface.
And what is that? The daily brain teaser,
printed patio of letters.
Five down - ‘state of being alone’.
I think I know it. I am sure of it.
Pack of hard-boiled molar-breakers covers the rest.
I do not know why
you have brought me here.
We stand like soundless instruments.
Wrenched from bed so had to dress,
brush my lips ****** rake my hair.
Presentable? Presentable.
Your gran, almost ninety, concrete
cracks lightning strike on the cheeks,
specific smell that comes
with the accumulation of decades.
She does not know me, will forget me.
Syllables will stagger out
from the mouth, words, whole sentences
watery or gone. Instant evaporation.
A shuffle. And another shuffle.
A loudening shuffle.
Enter. Oh, how sorry I feel!
Hands quiver as frightened leaves,
cup quickstepping on the saucer.
You dash over, take control,
steady the shake of brick-ish tea.
My name comes, tinged with a lisp.
Your grandmother looks at me
with her eyes, jelly-rolled marbles,
a smile creaking across her face.
You know it. I know it. She knows it.
A woman caught in the icy fist of winter.
She sits. Sighs. I know the feeling.
I bend down, say slowly,
enunciate clearly.
Solitude.
Five down, my dear? Yes, correct.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
amidst
azure autumnal skies,
a mellifluous tune
floats in ether
emanating from his golden flute.
even the falling leaves 🍂
on hearing such melancholic melody
pirouette like whirling dervishes
before kissing terra firma
the invisible flautist
is everywhere and nowhere,
so close,
yet so far.
he’s a lover, teaser, warrior and philosopher.
someone for whom
even mercurial time and fuzzy clouds sway in ecstasy,
to his unnerving rhapsody
© 2021
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC
i’m not getting teased, cause i’m a hooligan
you see i remember getting teased by all the families
and it drove me pretty mad, i hated it,
and the only way to rid this evil teasing
is to be evilly myself, by saying, you are still
a family person and i am a hooligan
and if you don’t stop teasing me, i will slit your throat
you see you are a loser, a total and utter loser
i told them, i will come and grab you, and grab the other teasing young dudes
and then i say, i will say, i am a hooligan and you are a family person
my mate and i are planning to grab you
and throw you in the bin, and i will go ha ha ha ha
you have been trapped by us hooligans
you are going to suffer for teasing me, cool boy
i am going to show you, if you tease me, i will **** you
and get rid of your corpse, in the sea
make your body all itchy, and us hooligans
will tie you teasing boys up and i will say ha ha ha
you see you will never escape from me, ever
you say i am shy, but if you keep calling me shy, i will come
and tie you up and say i am a hooligan and i will **** you, right now
and then i will sit down and play cool for you, because you are a family person
and i am a hooligan and i will **** you and play cool for you and every family person on earth
and when any teaser teases me i will go ha ha ha and lay a knife right to their head
you see i will **** the guy who nicked my lunch because he treated me like a queer different person
and as soon as i met my mate, i kept myself hidden with the hooligans ready to pune on him
saying,you are going to die, you are going to die, because i am a hooligan and you are a family person
and you are getting played cool for, with your crazy trying to be a young dude
and i will sit there saying ha ha ha, you family people are going to be a part of my little gang
where i will play cool for you and terrorise you
you see you will never escape from me, you cool boy, you will n ever escape from me anymore cool boy
i will throw cricket stumps on you and you will be scared of me, you little cool boy
i will go out and have some fun, putting you cool boys into the lockup and i will feed you dead rats and spiders
and if the spider bites your inners, i will yell ha ha ha ha saying i am the hooligan, keeping the family people under wraps
and i will attempt to **** you all if you don’t fucken leave me alone, ********
you see i am getting sick of you, teasing me, and every time i touch you you go crazy
but i expect that from a family person such as yourself
i will **** you, i will **** you i will **** you, you will be dead from us, forever
and in 3 weeks all the family people are dead and us hooligans are playing cool for future family people
to make sure the cool boys who tease don’t exist anymore
i said, i am not getting teased, i am a hooligan
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
We went to the woods for a picnic
That girl was such a nitwit
She promised a lot
But all I got
Was a peck on the cheek and a biscuit
Her parents went to Rhyll
To me that sounded brill
I went to her place
All prepared (just in case)
And fed the budgie some trill
I said I've fallen for ya
Let's cuddle in the corner
She said that's nice
But tonight I might
Practise my recorder
She said it's good to share
I said I'm with you there
Then I was led
To a single bed
And loaned a teddy bear
I did my best to please her
But she was just a teaser
My money spent
My patience went
So it was time to leave her
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
…
You can cut me up,
carve me into any shape you desire.
Cut me down, even,
Wrap lights and tinsel around my dying limbs
until I cease to amuse.
Then throw me out,
to the street with the rest of them:
the girls you grew bored of.
As we sit on the curb,
fishnet tights and short skirts,
we're no taller than a Bonsai.
We could be beautiful and strong
with love and care,
But instead we've grown harsh and gnarled
trying to sell it instead.
…
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Silent Queen
You sit in your majestic tower
Of the tree house, your brown hair gleaming down
Your strength and integrity bound
So deeply within you
Never did I notice,
Apt to the silence of your manner,
How greatly you tried
Your effort denied
Silently.
It’s funny the way one can live
So within their own space
They forget
That interacting is also receiving
When we were young
I was the one to run
To climb the trees
Steal all the Popsicles from the freezer
Soil my hands and stain my shirts with blackberries
To be the teaser
And you would change my shirt, save me from a beating
Accept my ferocity
And wipe the blood from me
You weren’t the one
To fight away the demons
You were the one
To keep them at bay
With silent protests for a better day
When we got old
And wrinkled,
Just a little.
When I hid my face
And you did
Age with grace
I noticed then
How ample you were
How you held yourself
With a profound rooting
To the earth
How grounded
And stable you had been
And the regret washed through me of the times
I secretly was ashamed
Of the way you walked
And how dissonant I thought you were
And so at a party a group of us sat sipping wine
And mocking the time
Across the table I heard you laugh
And never did I notice your voice before
And I could see between the lines
You
As you
And me
As me
Afterwards I laughed
I cried
At my new realization
What a burden I was
To you
So wild
And carefree
But what struck me was
That you held me
Just Like I was still a little girl
And I was making a fool of myself
But Still
You shushed me to sleep
A grown woman
And right before I closed my eyes
a final tear
For good
You whispered
How jealous you were
Of my experimental whirl
Eating life in
Like sauce on my fingertips
And I told you how jealous I had been
Of the way you wore long skirts
And wrapped your arms to your chest
Always knowing what you wanted
No need to want more
To explore
And like two old witches
Or sisters
We laughed
Until the moon was gone
And the sunlight streamed through
Our cauldron
Bubbling to the brim
With the new strength found within
Rejoicing we found
We are each in the air
Yet solidly,
implanted on the ground.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
(A throw-back piece, a breakup poem from high school)
What a lonely, peculiar, eccentric figure I must be. A girl, in a garden, crying at an iPad, in the dark.
Earlier, at school...
It was a clear spelling out, like steel cuts thru fruit.
As he spoke, he looked down and away, his gorgeous face blank and indifferent, as if I were wasting his time or he was talking to a child needing an obvious truth taught quickly.
When he finally looked back at me, I saw no pity in his impersonal, hazel eyes.
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I needed time to contemplate the universe's new laws.
Can a girl just suddenly die of heartache?? because I was sure my heart had stopped, locked and frozen.
Finally, I gasped in this impossible new air—the force of it made me hold the cold-iron stair railing—the game is rough.
He's so—male—all chase and careless passion—intelligent teaser, a skilled steersman of excited climates... Oh, you simply have no idea.
And now he was, gone—still there physically—but gone to me—as if he'd transformed into a hologram or had begun to orbit some other sun, he just...
"You made me feel special." I said.
I had lost my balance on this faithless and unequal world, where heaven so cruelly punishes desires.
"You made me feel I mattered, such a favor." I said, absentmindedly, as I turned, and went back up the three steps into school.
I don't think I looked back at him as the door closed. After all, he wasn't there anymore.
I think he called my name, like a question...
.
.
Song for this:
Still Is Still Moving to Me (with Willie Nelson) by ***** & The Maytals
Helpless by The Cleaners From Venus
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 10:25 AM UTC
I once passed by an old lady's garden,
Lined with colored rose bushes, it was like Heaven!
I stopped...I stood, admiring.
The roses were in full bloom that morning.
They were quite tall, like small trees side by side.
Then I noticed other walkers also stopped by.
Beside me, behind me, they were standing,
Sighing, admiring.
Any place, anywhere it stands,
Attention, it instantly commands
Its petals speak of beauty, of fragrance,
To some, they symbolize unspoken devotion.
Its different colors are known to represent
Feelings, specifically, lovers' emotions.
Underneath its hard spiked body, it still is soft.
Its thorns have sharp perfect points
A protective threat, so
inherent,
A powerful deterrent
For those with evil intent.
Its sweet-smelling petals become softer
When held by hands so tender,
To the birds and the bees, they are a teaser,
Butterflies, even dragonflies,
They cannot resist to perch...
We human beings
Can never resist a sniff, a touch,
Love is the stem of a rose, we still dare hold
We disregard the thorns so bold.
In life, there are pricking scares known, yet ignored.
Like the leaves of a rose, we have hidden spikes, our own stories untold,
Our hearts, our feelings are very delicate,
When the arrows hit, ...they're easy to captivate.
But you see,
A rose stands tall
Proud as a concrete wall,
It bows a bit, it gives way
When blooms bear too much weight,
When things seem to always be a prelude
And, we wait for trying moments to conclude.
But when a morning so new
Greets a rose with its cold, fresh dew
Miraculously, it again stands tall,
Proud as a concrete wall.
It survives through the seasons,
"Sleepy" in winter, not at all dying,
Just patiently waiting.
It speaks beyond words, beyond reasons,
For underneath,
It lives.
In its silence,
It survives.
A
rose will
never be a
rose, without its
rough surfaced
leaves and
tho
r
n
......s......
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:::
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
People tend to forget her
As if she was a chameleon
Blending into conversations
Wearing a shape shifter's skin
She tend to mirror other people
Just to learn how to fit in
But like a mirror, unknowingly
She reflected what was within
A mind teaser, a people reader
She was who she was with
A mixture of absorbed characters
Like a cauldron of characteristics
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
When my poems flirts, it can find a way to get into your heart
As it ****** you my audiences it’s becomes imagery and symbolism
The bouncer of the entry way, but somehow waltzes its way into the mind of the nonbelievers: activating the rhythm and rhymes
The language of emotions felt like a prickly face, against my long neck,
Every emotion has its place: like the smell of the bourbon breath
which make my pulse leap and my body tremble
"To dream of lust is to dream of me it whispered, so ecstatic!
Effortlessly, I tried so not to give in to the poetic teaser,
*I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird,
flying even to the clouds of heaven.
I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me,
even though there is no cause for grief,
and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?*
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
My song is a cry of your heart
That is where I love you,
My Heart Your Blog
Just come and take a look ...
I am not a secret dream, am I?
I'm a painful voice
Do not have time to get drunk
Killer supposed to call you, know of - a - call dedication
I was taken by surprise, and I tell you what?
'The world is yours', whether to take his life
If I say if you do not play the game
From the mischief of yours, whose death will not come
Just out of sight ...
You look so innocent
You say cruel
"He is a liar"
The innocence of yours, the mischief and wantonness
Do you need a knife with a blade of arrows
Take a look around you will see that he himself dies
Just out of sight ...
Why do we pay to the somewhat worse
You teaser
And also
Add to angry, confused the eyes
Winds up anger, which collided with care
Least any, to take your heart
Just out of sight ...
Thousands enemies of life here
Just look to meet identified
As there are many killer
Just come and take a look ...
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
You asked me what Samsara is,
How can I begin to explain?
Samsara, Buddha says, is this cycle
Of continuity, without a visible end.
It’s the world of unenlightened existence,
Where beings wander and run around,
Blinded by ignorance; fettered by thirst.
But Samsara is also a perfume,
Desirable, enchanting.
It is the object of one’s adventure;
The teaser in the perpetual chase.
Samsara is this floating world,
Transient, yet beautiful;
Samsara is the house of dreams,
built by the delusions of the ego,
Fueled by endless wants.
Samsara is the realm of suffering—
This world of blood, sweat and tears.
Samsara is the playground of the enlightened,
Who holds heaven and earth just as dear.
Samsara is the opposite of Nirvana,
Yet Samara IS Nirvana
When pesky illusions disappear.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC