"trimble" poems
You have your hands around her neck yet she's not afraid. She's so love struck she doesn't feel your grip getting tighter. She gasps for air but you're giving her "love" so she doesn't care. You hold her tightly behind your back not letting anyone see that she's your back up, your plan B. Her delicate hands Trimble and you don't care because the power you posses over her is too addictive for you to let go of. Your evil deceiving words assuring love and protection melt her heart, but your promises never fulfilled. Twisting her words making HER the one at fault for all of your ***** ups and misconceptions. Her heart longs to be accepted, to be "good enough" for you. When she is a sweet daisy trying to grow through rocks and thistles, you are but **** on a gym shower room floor. You will NEVER deserve this flower, this gem, that you think you have control over. One day this princess will become a queen, fight for what she wants and what she deserves.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Risks
we've all taken our share,
from test scores, to bets,
to simple double-dog dares!
Risky Risky,
Trimble and whisky,
ah what spirits shall quench
thy dying thirst?
What steed shall ye ride,
a Maverick or a Hertz?
Risks,
calculated and foolish,
brash and insane,
speeding down the highway,
weaving through a no passing lane.
There's room for both,
if you take your time,
What risk have you to be,
cut short of yours?
Risk.
Risk it all, and win the lot,
or risk it all, to find the empty ***
The risk is yours
for you to choose.
Fate decides now,
shall you win?
Or shall you lose?
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
The tree of life,
a burning bush,
incense burnt
for healing air.
A sweet savory flower scent,
Bud so pure,
It has the power to scare.
Rich humans into hiding it
Remove it from the medicine kit!
Besides kids, "Can't manufacture it!"
So, guess what? We don't care.
If it helps you not to puke
that's the price that you pay
for living life that evil way.
You only need one meal a day.
Do people gasp and stare?
When you shake and trimble?
Just, take these six pills. But sit!
PS: they make you spit
Ignore the herb! Do not take a hit!
You did not want your ugly hair?
Did you? The flames of cancer do
not the disease but the radar,
like cops point at your car,
Be proud now! You are a star.
Because you did not pollute the air.
With that ILLEGAL tumor destroyer
Yes, we've known since seventy four
we were smart, shut the door
So sure! the cost would be much more.
Repeat after us 'It's only fair"
Besides! we just bought you three more years!
Still dizzy? Here, sit down it this chair.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
His body over mine, so dominant.
Clothes on the floor.
His brown eyes seduced me.
His voice enchanted me.
His touch made me shiver.
His warmth of his skin upon mine
as he caressed my body.
The still of the night.
The way he held me so close and
tight.
His lips on my soft translucent skin.
His kisses down my neck.
I trimble.
Something about this man
Something about the night
There is something here I don't
want to fight.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Long has passed since through fate we came to meet
Beneath the heavens, the stars, and the planets.
And now soon the ends of our times does fleet
Requiem wherein our couplings unbalanced.
Piercing blade that tore my features apart
darts pin ***** marks across my memories
whilst storing shadows of our shared accost
of ancient games, loving acts, treasuries
revealed, yet not taken wholly true
for whomst amongst us claims omnipotence?
Impotently I strain to stay anew
with you, and disregard the consequence.
Alas, nawt we gain in our steadfast embrace
Yet still I yearn to steady your stoic case.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
A lightning flash strikes a tiny instant
and steals away all of space and time;
to take home, stash behind a pixel front
Until the giants of our future dine.
I've seen behind the block faced screen, I've seen
writing etched deep within it's hollowed tomb.
I've seen the gaze it gives to shoddy points,
b'fore encasing them deep within it's womb.
I've seen skilled mage's touch upon a truth,
cancel that which seeks complete corruption,
flitter between the space unreal and sooth
and rescue us from our own destruction.
And yet when I marvel on it's sculpted face,
I notice a lust for power, raw and base.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
T begins your name, and tort'rous you are
tempestuous the sea we jointly sail.
R for rapt'rous effect, some say bizarre,
that follows mightily your awesome trail.
I for one am dumbstruck, nay confounded,
when your head attracts so many a gaze.
M'rose, I am, yet when your stars abound
light work you make of our shared lab'rous maze.
B'tween the times of action that we share
i sit and wonder of a future told
L shaped the beacon that I light, despair
reaches in, I fear acts so truly bold,
Emancipated I would be but still,
the shaft that lights my heart escapes my will.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC