"vivd" poems
A Beast of a man in appearance and soul,
A silhouette of her memories chilling him cold,
Sitting alone with his thoughts hating time,
Screaming inside trying to shatter his mind,
Immune to pain from his love of Roses,
The beautiful thorns struck vivd poses,
His love was a curse, She laid it herself,
A disease, a sickness, It shattered his health,
It occured at first sight of this beauty, This Belle,
Time had been spent she was treating him well,
His eyes wet with tears, His cold heart growing warm,
Foreshadowing revealed the oncoming storm,
She had to go away with a promise of return,
He gave her a ring and his voice had been stern,
He brushed her cheek gently and said very clear
"Remember my love, Im always right here"
After being home and revisitng her life,
She decided to stay, an unsuspected knife,
With the last of his soul he picked a final rose,
In the dark of his castle where the sun never rose,
Be it magic or hope the rose never dies,
Never to be witnessed by another Belles eyes,
He locked it away, Hidden without fail,
You say youve heard this? An old Fairytale?
I guess it is close. Similar at least,
Look closely my friend.. I am the Beast.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
Wake up to reality
Seems like I’ve got an affinity
For playing with your center of gravity
Can I paint your mental walls red?
Hop on a plane just to find myself in your bed
Possible....
Some might even say probable
But only if you bow down
To worship my invisible crown
Misled, misread but still a thoroughbred
Undeniably ready to be ridden
There are no misgivings
You want vivd?
Tie me up in ribbons
Enjoy my only submission
© 2014 Peach
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
I need the night time like a entertainment ****** reaches for the remote.
The airwaves become quickly clogged with HD Grade *** Crack.
Whereas i...relish in the freed up air time ,
empty roads , routes , biological networks...
For miles around............................................... only a few souls dj their late night slots..
emanate their energetic pulsations with the precision that night time calls for,
don’t worry the drunks fall under the radar..
Delta wave walking...
i need the night time.. for the forgiving nature of loose shades of shadows
and the seams between imaginary and vivd hallucinations blur for a while...
some may say that neither of them exist in the plane of relative ‘normal’ thinking ...
but i’d say imagination is the hardest one to fathom.
Vivid hallucinations make up our senses.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
I can't but think of you
When those old familiar songs air;
As familiar as the friends we shared,
Songs we once grew old to,
That played as you ironed hair.
Tensions grew as the volume raised,
As your parents worried upstairs.
Songs of innocence, songs of experience,
Were on the radio,
And you'd find a station
In Daddy's car
As we drove back to school.
Lyrics I didn't know I knew
After all these years;
No photo could make you
More vivd than now;
Songs that immortalize
Those moments of our youth.
You tanning in the sand,
Transistor craddled in an alabaster hand;
The smell of beach on you.
Lips parted as you whispered words
To the ****** burning in me.
Then you dance close,
Your hair a symphony...
Some songs I hear
Are too much to bear
Beneath a firefly night,
When nothing came between us,
But the notes of songs we liked.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Maybe the reason she flaunts herself
is not because she's confident,
but because her hourglass figure
fits nicely in his hands.
She feels secure when his fingers
move slowly from her ribs to her hips,
like the way wine racks keep glass bottles
from smashing to the ground.
She's fragile and transparent,
but he fills her with feeling,
and for that moment,
she doesn't feel empty;
she's vivd and colourful,
supplying liveliness.
Maybe she flaunts herself because
eyes turn glassy and watery,
and at least she can influence something.
Maybe she just hopes that one day he'll hold her
as tightly as he does that glass of wine.
(NJ2014) All Rights Reserved.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
maybe it will never change
maybe we will still be flowers on the side of the road
still no place to call home
but still flowing in our veins is the wildness and adventure that
we’ve always known to be
we would be gleaming with vivd colors.
still trying to survive
the droughts
the rains
the storms
the heat
the wind
the bitter cold
when winter comes along, and someone doesn’t stop to pick you next and we will be left
to wilt
forgotten
something once so beautiful and fragile
now lifeless and limp.
r. Powell
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
What if your nightmare
Is my reality
If you didnt know would you care
Heres what I see
If you dreamt,
You couldn't see your parents,
They may see you,
But must leave you be.
You have post traumatic stress.
And every night you can relive
The moment they died
Right before your eyes.
The fire engulfs them
And you here there cries
Would you to awaken,
Knowing it was there true demise
There no should to cry on not even one near
What would you do then
I know if it wasn't you
You'd bully the one
Who lives the dream
The one who awakens
With his own screams
This is what I live
This is why I cry
The others, they torment me
Because I never have dry eyes
Its been three years
Since I've truely smiled
I am a shell
Who simply takes space
Til that vivd day
I cut off my own face
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
decending into madness
Its radaiting through my body
Capturing my heart and soul
what was once pure light
is now pure darkness.
My eyes
a once vivd blue
now tinted
a cold black
I feel it spreading
coating me in a heavy web
I feel it calling to me
Wanting me for itself
it calls to me
Like a man to his lover
Begging me
whispering tantalizing promises
making my body crave and want it
The darkness within me
It calls to me
It wants me
And I want it .
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
The world is ash now
The colors are less vivd
a greyscale comparatively
my body parts work again
i can hear
whereas with you i feel like i am underwater
time is moving slowly once more
it moves so quickly with you
where i begin to wonder if you were ever here at all
I want to to trust you
but i don't
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
what about the future?
what about the past?
well, what about the present?
right now there’s so much going on,
like how i can feel the vibration of the mower
in the distance,
the little scratchy nubs all over my body.
i’m trying to see from behind the scratches on my glasses
but my eyes are so drawn to the 9000 shades of color that
are so pervasive and sensitive.
and your talking is hummed and hushed,
like your morals,
because you fail to practice what you preach,
and what i’m figuring out in the present is that
i’m doing the same exact thing to myself maybe slower,
now, it seems, but
somehow even quicker.
and the clutches of that Mazda clutch we crashed
when we were fourteen are crouching to my level,
trying to say hello but all i hear are bubbles
in the pond where your little sister tried to drown herself.
the spiraling candy slide has me nauseous and ready
to spew chunks all over mom’s new ornaments,
and the plane changes again, the doctor’s office
and white gloves reaching inside my mouth to shut off
my anxiety, my perplexity,
to show me the worm inside that’s making this happen.
but all he pulled out was my brain, entirely whole,
and i snatched it from his hands
and smothered my hunger
with such a satisfying snack,
fingers included!
what the **** did i just do? Was it that Demon called Panic that, personified as moi,
took me on that train
without my permission?
i really will never know what it is that i have
that is so special enough to be able to see
all 9000 colors in the spectrum.
they’re so vivd, it scares me, honestly,
and in the dark i feel fine, because there’s nothing
to see, but,
in the light, for real this time,
i wish somebody would take out
my eyeballs,
and walk me like a
dog for the rest of my life.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC