"titantic" poems
Tides
Ice
Waves
Ebb and Flow
Especially the flow
Pushing and pulling where a fire flickers...
Ever romantic, ever steady,
In its ever changing way.
For water's life, the oceans' breath,
and Titantic's icy knife are all within.
Mist
Cloud
Dew
Each a puzzle
piece; vying just to die
In the arms of the other;
A circle of life: wholesome--- complete.
Rain
Snow
Sleet
Within my body
do meet. No trinity holier,
Nor giver of life so distinct.
Ebb and Flow. Push and Pull. Past and Present. A wave to overwhelm them all am I.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
If you just want to be love...
Why dont you love me????
If you just want to be felt....
Why dont you hug me???
See wouldnt it be lovely....
If "ME" and "YOU" could be in a relationSHIP...
And not me you her and him and them....
Cause that would be just a crowded Ship....
See I want our love to be big.... Gigantic....
But I dont want it to sink.... Ummmm.... Titantic....
So dont bring the ******** aboard....
Just bring your Love and your Trust
And your pain if you must....
Me and you can heal together....
As we build together....
And What we build no one can destroy.....
My momma always told me to watch out for those Helens of Troy...
Cause the Beautiful ones in the end will only hurt you....
But momma Beauty's just a virtue....
And your beauty is so true....
You can be my honest mistake....
Cause if I'm wrong ill give you that chance...
See I was lost at first glance...
And Im in Love with your stance....
Your body speaking to me girl...
And it's getting to me....
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC
she made my world go around
and around
not like my head
although i was steadily spinnin
a rush! panic.
sinkin deeper than any titantic.
she couldn't catch me.
i never fell.
my wounds never healed from before
she simply opened a new door.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
I am a messenger, a soft wing upon a glowing silver night. Within dreams I walk, bare feet upon rocks and moss, crystal citadels rise from subconcious seas, beautiful and titantic, refelctcions of the child, wonder and tall tales.
On star dust pillars i dance with fevor sweeping a psychedelic array of color with every intuitive step.
I drink tempests from teacups, swallow whole storms of tropical tenacity.
I meet with wizards place to place, gather stories songs and bitter sweet good byes.
I am a messenger of no importance. Impotent against the tides yet powerful when I let go and ride.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC