"whisperd" poems
my liver may be ****** but my heart is honest
and that is something you could never say
I loved you for the person that you were
not for the person that you are trying to be
you always told me that demons were haunting you
and that you couldn't do anything to stop them
except to give in, give them your life, your soul
he just never understood the things I said
how badly I needed him and only him
I didn't care about his demons and his dark moments
I didn't care about him not easily showing his emotions
he just never understood how much I loved him
one day at twilight the girl woke up at a crossroad
she could choose between two paths, one time, one path
one path was filled with light and the other was filled with darkness
the devil whisperd softly in her ear to choose the dark path
and she knew she would, her demons were stronger than her angels
her love for this boy was stronger than the will of going to heaven
her choice was darkness
her choice was to be his forever
and maybe hell wasn't that bad
because from the start he was her only light in this broken world.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
in a strange land i stood alone
facing the sun it felt like home.
the mountains were watching me.
i was new i was the guest. how did i come here wasnt clear but its for the best.
somehow i knew the trees had a msg for me.
a msg so familiar that was always burried inside me.
And they said : young man standing in the plain you still have alot to gain. dont be afraid of the unknown for it is essential for ur growth.
trust your intuitions and believe
And all your talents shall be revieled
Be courageous and dont be shy for what life have planed for you aint a lie..
lose your fears and lose your greed and the secrets of life shall be whisperd in your ears.embrace silence and embrace peace and wisdom is what you
shall see.
we know what you think.
we know what you feel and thats one of the reasons we called you here.
in front of you we stand here an untouched forest existing for your relief.
Love me and love me again for im your mother and i ll never end.
im nature.
through me u breath. through me u eat
Never abandon me and i ll provide for you your needs.
i take so many forms im in so many places
love me and into your heart i shall be expanded.
Im done now u can go back and continue your life.
but dont forget rare are the ones who saw this place. always remember wht i said and search for signs traveling in time and happiness is what you shall find.
as the sound stopped i closed my eyes trying to embrace what i witnessed.
i felt im one with evrything. time has passed i opend my eyes.
I was in bed.
I knew this story shall be shared.
words of Harfouchism.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
i was singing in the sunlight,
i was contemplating day.
when i came across an elephant
who'd gotten lost along the way.
he was tatood with the markings
of the universal gods,
he was walking mortal grounds
trying to even out the odds.
his tusks were chipped-
like jagged spears,
skin was wrinkled
with lines of verse.
his eyes i could not look away
entranced by things untold.
as day broke night and night broke day
his ballad did unfold.
he whisperd in the loudest roar,
through his trunk he wove a tale.
and even though he spoke in elephant
a message it did reveal.
listen child,
oh fragile spirit,
take heed in what i say.
understand that through yourself
your mind will find its way.
listen child,
for i cant stay.
understand that change cant wait,
for time is of the hours day.
listen child,
for there is sound
escaping from the long forgot,
utopian,freedom, grounds.
the elephant did not get to finish
his carfuly chosen words.
for he was shot,
then bled to death,
befor his voice was heard
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:28 AM UTC
She drew out his desires
with the shape of her smile
and the colors of love
that she wore on her lips
and her voice was soft and sultry
and her dark sweet eyes
hypnotized and seduced his flesh in places
that made him blush
and he wanted to know the secrets
she kept between the letters of her name
as each syllable felt like a prayer
as they left his mouth
and he whisperd them again and again
until they became a mantra
to the goddess she was
beneath the curves of her skin
and he offered his heart
to sacrifice for her pleasures
and his life was hers to drain
and release and spill out
as he laid next to her
and lost in her
where he wanted to stay
and never be found
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
There was a kindness
so soft and quite
in the acorn nut brown
color of her eyes
that the magic there
though silent and still
burst into fireworks
of magic and awe
beauty and splendor
and he felt that
he was under a spell
where he could tell no lies
and though he did not want
to spill the truth
he had no choice
and colors of love
were forged andlayed out
and hammered and sharpened
over the stones and water
of the wellspring of eternity
and shaped into poems
of furnace and fire
and laying helplessly
under her milky way skin
his voice cracked
and his lips trembled
and in a hushed whisperd
he confessed thathe had fallen
stars over moons
and suns sleeping in oceans
and into the beautiful madness
of finding the meaning
of life and love
as he sewed her name
within the walls of his heart
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
from day one he held her fragile hand
tugged her along the cliff's edge
watched her through even the longest of days
or peered throughout the green garden's hedge
he tugged a bit harder the older she got
until her skin drooped like elastic torn apart
fed her alcohol like a bottle to a baby
popped her pills till it paused her heart
As he'd comb his hands though her soft brown hair
streaks of gray followed the strands he once brushed
he'd press his black lips on her sun spotted cheeks
and place a rotten finger over her mouth whispering, "hush"
he tugged her night gown once more in the rocking chair
as wind from the open window brushed by with a chill
he held the jagged dagger up to her neck
although his intention was not to ****
as he sliced her open, the scythe hit the ground
her eyes of glass finally stood still
he brushed her hair behind her ear and whisperd
"i promise, my intention was not to ****
They walked away from the old rocking chair
hand in hand like it was from the start
because although life gives you your pulse
the reaper steals your beating heart
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
You were my favorite thought at 7:30 in the morning
As I woke up and gently smile
thoughts of you brushed through my mind
Laughter embraced me as I causally pulled the covers over my head in embrassment
In the mean time the covers layed on my newly blonde hair, I'd think
how could I be so in love with a man like you
Something I never expected nor encountered to feel
It was as if we were to magnets gravitating towards one another
Endlessly
As my thoughts drifted me back to sleep
He walked through the painted white door frame and sighed with endearment
I stopped and smirked
"What?" I said to him
Without words, he gravitated towards me
as if we were the two little magnets that plunged through my thoughts
Quick as ever he pulled the covers off of me as I whole heartedly and playfully clenched to them in resistance, but he was a little too quick and a little too smart
He stared deeply into my eyes and grinned
Finally, he made his way to me and gently clenched onto the covers, as I playful did too
He grab my hips and pulled me in closer
Weightless I layed
The warmth of his body resembled the feeling of wearing a thousand hand knitted swears in the middle of July
The strength of his arms made me feel safe, while his voice gave me assurance and comfort
I stopped and sighed with admiration
He continued to gently gleam into my eyes
And just as I pulled away in embrassment, he insisted to drag me closer
The closer he got the more his nose brushed against my cheek
I no longer pulled away
His eyes were locked in mindless contact with mine, while his lips brushed against my cheek
Breathless I layed
He whisperd in my ear "coffees ready"
I smiled
As I replied-- no sugar and no cream
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
A spiraling thought like a Kansas twister
Shot from a howitzer. It came swiftly with no sound.
Sent from your heart's mind to mine like beams of needle sharp desire.
It aged in the journey and was tempered by time.
Time spent in the cauldrons of eons,vacant and hollow with no
Yesterday or tomorroww.
It floated downward for eons more.
Downward it drifted to eternity's door.
As I lay there in darkness, my eyes percieved light
A twinkling quasar that was dying in flight.
I waited. Suspendd.
Expecting.
Nothing.
Closer it drifted till the message it spoke.
"Softly dear heart"
It whisperd to me.
" another time and place
Awaits us."
"Fear not,love is here".
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
The thoughts were rushing.
Pouring out like music in a song,
Except,
I dont know the lyrics.
Looking in the mirror,
Why do I look away so quickly?
I hate who I am.
That's why.
The depressing thoughts rush back,
They taunted me.. Do it, do it, do it..
I was scared to talk back to them,
My voice started to shake..
*"I'm so tired of this,
I don't want to hate myself..
I'm tired of pleasing other people.*
I'm sick of not knowing who I am."
I threw the razor across the room.
It hit the wall and fell..
I stared.. blankly,
at the scars on my wrist..
The scars that were there..
The scars that wouldn't fade..
The scars that were now encouraging me,
I smiled..
As I whisperd,
ever so softly to myself,
*"You will never win again,
I'm through dealing with you..
Dealing with this.
The stress.
The pain.
The tears.
I'm done.
I quit.
You will never win,
ever again.*
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
He found her at the end of a river of tears and at the beginning of a sea of grief where she sat quitely sifting through the sands for dead and broken dreams and she would mend the wounds and breath life back into each with a drop of blood and a gentle whisperd wish and they would float away to the empty sky and hang there like starfish painted by a childs dream
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
I love you, you ,you....
She kept on muttering,
Tears spilling.
In the hospital bed,
I looked at her with caution,
I just stared,
I quirked my eyebrows,
I blinked my eyes,
Under the bedsheet I squirmed,
I do not know her from Adam,
Who is this stranger?
Why do I to her matter?
She looked at me with love,
Gazed at me tenderly like a dove,
She came closer,
Whisperd sorry words in my ears,
She hugged me tight,
I found it right.
That tender look
Those azure blue eyes
That familiar perfume,
The warm touch in that hug,
That lovely voice,
Something clicked,
At first the images blurred,
As she started to leave in distress,
I saw the diamond ring,
Everything became clear.
I had proposed,
The engagement
The last kiss under the moonlight.
She had landed a new job,
Better pay with all the perks,
A job she had wanted so much,
She would have to move.
She wanted to postpone the marriage,
I was adamant,
The ultimatum, me or job,
The fight,
The fatal accident.
I still loved her,
I called her name,a mere whisper,
She turned crying,
Came to me running,
She was remorse,
She had refused the job,
My being in her life was more important,
My absence would have shattered her,
We kissed, hugged and cuddled,
Shouted together,"I love you."
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
You are a prayer made
of soft flesh
and a sin made
of sweet velvet
and a lust made
of whisperd dreams
and a love made
out of you
and I want to feel all of it
wash over me
and trap me
in the hour of eternity
and the flowers blooming
between your hips
and grind me down
and push me onto my knees
and tease my eager tounge
with a taste of the garden
and the stars you keep hidden
beneath the surface
of your skin
where I am consumed
by a prayer made
of soft flesh
and a sin made
of sweet velvet
and I die in a lust made
of whisperd dreams
time and time again
in this love made
out of you
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
My heart beats louder still,
Seconds slip, no words exchanged
It's a silent oath whisperd.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 2:16 AM UTC
His face was heavy and craked
with a lifetime of broken bedtime stories
between the painted brushstroke colors
trapped in the tears his eyes cradled
and sang to sleep everytime the moon
showed its thin silver crescent smile
she quoted Bob Ross before
she sat a barstool away from him
and a snort of a laugh escaped his mouth
and the minutes passed into hours
and the shots became doubles
and the empty barstool now swayed
and creaked under the weight of them both
and they laughed
until twelve minutes until three
when the bartender kicked them out
and they got lost between the dim light
of a crescent moon
and a tangle of bed sheets
and soft pillows filled with flowers
that smelled like orchids dreaming
and she guided his hand between her ribs
and placed it over her heart and whisperd
its cold in here....
and he traced the outline of her pulse
with his fingertips
and left a trail of fire
beneath her bones
and he could hear voodoo beating
its drums in her blood
and he felt her smile split his ribs open
and her hands fondling his withered heart
and she spoke in foreign languages
of old tounges tied and knotted
in the arts of love
and the room grew dark
as the moon was swallowed
by clouds and witchcraft
and his eyes bleed out their colors and tears
and he broke down sobbing
and she took him into her arms
and beneath the ocean of her eyes
where their tears swam together
with the salt of the sea
and the night was swallowed
by the sun breaking the horizon
and they both disappeared
into a song known only to mermaids
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
He was trapped between
her chocolate colored eyes
and her love flavored lips
and he just wanted a taste
of her heavenly bliss
and the soft cream porcelain skin
that coverd her hips
and the top of her thighs
and white milky *******
and thought of tracing
her curves with his fingers
and parting her flower
with the tip of his tounge
made his pulse quicken
and his blood pump hard
and he was helpless
to the desire burning
into his heart
and he seeped and he stroked
and he whisperd her name
that fell from his mouth
like a prayer to the muse of lust
and repeating her name
again and again
until with the long slow syllables in a moan
he stained his sheets with streaks
like stars in the sky
and he then fell into a dream
that tasted of chocolate and love
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
Rain behaves folly
to make the spell look haily
Pitter-patter sounds
You whisperd those three words but
sweet nothings gone unheard
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
In the field where flowers go to die
She lays in wait
Writing beautiful pictures with the last drops of blood from the pedals of the dying orchchids
Painting living songs from the dying breath of lilies
Singing stone into lovely sculptures from the soil and the roots of fading snap dragons
Changing the the color of the sky using tears from her own heart as it cries and doubts with too many questions
As it fears the death of poetry
And the air around her is filled with her beauty and light and magic and dreams and hopes
Yet she fills empty and dark and sees her own ghost drifting away
Longing and fear settling into the bones beneath her wings
Snaping them from deep within their marrow
Her soul starving for the love she writes of so elegantly to write back and find its way to her
Either through bottles lost at sea, songs whisperd by falling stars, moonlight typing deep beneath her skin...to find her anyway at all
And fill her empty chest
And replace all the love her heart has lost from loving too freely
And to fill in the empty space between her arms
And she waits
In the field where flowers go to die
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
She was a composition sketch of his needs for love and wants of lust
the perfect dream of sea mist and honey drips
a kind gentle hand to hold and soothe broken bones and caress his heart
and a body of fire and sin to push his flesh through desperation and fill his mouth with eager hunger and spill the satisfaction of desire to soak deep into his skin
a painting tattooed under the skin of his soul and a song in the rhythm of his pulse
perfect beauty in the black and grey and white photograph
with dark secrets dancing in the mystery of her eyes
and the art of seduction seeping from the curves of her lips
and he was lost between the reality that he would never know the bliss of licking the poison off her lips
and the indulgence of letting his imagination print films of love
and forever tangled with thier bodies
as they tumbled and fell between sheets of lust and pillows of sweet whisperd words and he sketched her name and wondered if he was real or was he just made up of words from someones imagination
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
She was the soft spot of a dream
the cherry at the end of the stem
on top off a whipped cloud of lush lust
and whisperd desire
the sticky and the sweet and the drip
of the blood of honey
the fire of temptation dancing in the devils tounge
the promise of heavenly pleasure
hiding in an angels lips
the kiss of poisoned silk from a spindle lost in time
that stitched forever to tragedy to loss to love to eternity
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC