"yerns" poems
As a canvas of naked beathy I trace every curve loving every moment when her sweet skin is pressed against
mine.
Her moans A music to fill the darkness of a passion filled night.
Kissing lips tasting the sweetness of desire her body the vesssel of my love.
Inside the softness are plessure building her love free as inside her i drive myself
yerning for this moment to never end.
Love is eternal *** is a action that only brings us togather as one.
A storm of emotions and a valley of plessure as we explore are bodys
togather one night of many of a eternal passion.
Her legs around my waist back against the wall bodys apart souls togather.
her plessure my passion sweat laced slumber as togather we came.
as in gentle slumber i brush her hair aside from her neck.
marvle at my angel so sweet within my arms.
As she turns to me looking so deeply beyond all i am not.
And seeing her lover and her friend she takes my inside her
as we make love through the nights plessure casting aside the past and its
pain.
In her eyes I see all that I never knew i could be.
Her eyes that touch my soul and melt the flesh.
Words unspoken her body so perfect as if made for my arms.
This night eternal you've cast over every day.
Julie Elizbeth Robbins.
You know the ocean of my soul and it yerns for you to forever stay.
I could never say everything you are to me Jules.
are road has been long but all I know is that.
you are my passion and the life blood to my soul.
For we know what other's few ever will
love eternal babydoll John.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 12:13 PM UTC
**Its all right to say "I LOVE YOU",
to someone everyday
Someone awaiting at the door of present,
he lies behind the wall to obey Lord's commandment.
My heart can be a lonely place
When no one comes to be summon,
When no one comes to be concern.
But when he says I LOVE YOU , that lights a darkened heart and Chase's fear's away.
I am like an infant, lies infront:
With fresh and full of spirit he yerns,
With evergreen thoughts and breath's
The three narrow can mean so much and they are not hard to say I LOVE YOU.
Past is like an open prose, to tell the story of mine.
Future can shut the door and the doors that leads to dark hell.
We martyrs of history lies as a page in the book of present,
To be read.**
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
When you know the answer then why wait for the question?
maybe it was just to make her squirm in that last sense of right I knew all that was wrong.
She knew it would hurt and so she avoidng the words.
Hiding her own happiness to allow me my dellusion tinged misery.
At the table the candle slowley burned casting a glow only
causing the shadows to stir.
We spoke more in silence than in words.
My male ego feuding with itself.
Yerning to cause the pain that was already
eating at me secrets burn a hole in the rational mind.
You ***** I imagined yelling causing only me to appear more of a fool than I already was.
But the silence said it all.
Sliding the drink aside looking into the eyes i could never truley understand.
And in my loss i saw the beauthy and saw her emptyness
with me she would only know.
the moonlight reflected apon the water is but a reflection
of what we need only look up to see.
It takes love to say goodbye.
as outside in the nights air we needed that last embrace to
remind us of the emptyness that we shared.
Into her eyes I gazed as within her soul I spoke.
No false hope tasted within that kiss.
As paths part life does change and the chapter is closed.
The happy lie tempted my heart as she vanished into
her life.
Perfume cast her scent as the pen kissed the page.
the ghost's off memory haunt me eternal.
But never was is my life.
As my love yerns more for what her's could be.
The darkness my home always tempted with the
promise of light.
Closed is that fragment of heart.
As the candle's apon the table slowley kissed the darkness
as trail's of smoke trace the scene.
I knew it was over befor she spoke the final words.
But no matter the experience nothing.
Prepares you for the hell of waiting for goodbye.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
She yerned for more as the traces shown clear.
Yet another always seems to follow the last in the fire that leaves you numb.
And in that lost emotion is when she yerns for it most and the flesh is but a vessel left to bargain.
Track mark tragedy in a clear junkies view.
Pushed in vein taken from time often we exist only to fade from light.
The beauty now a trainwreck of what could no longer be.
In *** she travels from self only to drown in thought.
Maybe this time just for the fix.
Soiled thoughts the picture never paints a suicides face.
A addict was created a scar is past.
Futures dim lit regression ****** left in shadows still remain.
That feeling none can explain for how is it to understand death in lifes last thought?
Two lips togather leaves one ina dope sick splendor to thrive.
In the depths of a adiction is when to me love is least alive.
She ask's for more blood does glisten from arm.
It's gone a liars need must reply.
Why fade when you can catch a fix slumbed lifeless in a stall.
In the shadows we consume the shallow means to still linger.
touch of gold a dust of reapers skelton finger.
She cries to as a empty soul filled in a addicts thought.
Will it fade in sadness a broken thought is but a dreams half *** reprize.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
It's like a distant call of a well known ghost.
Change breath's heavy apon the wind.
She yerns to know the other end of rejection.
Two broke souls rich in the passion of a uncertin day.
No money can touch that excitment of just what comes next.
Sweet mercey we exist on a favor we cant repay.
A old radio and room no bigger than postage stamp.
***** windows give the best moonlit visions indeed.
Five star dream's I'll take a greezy burger and cold beer
my hand inbetween her thighs.
Her eye's speak the direction we shall take.
A devilish grin a twisted snake of plessure
leading to a old bed's dusty retreat.
But millions can't taste this moment.
Inside her plessure I grasp a key turned towards
the locked vessel to which she does give.
My nights are rich in splendor.
And a endless river in thought.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
Shes always my past waiting to drag me to a time eternal.
As nightmare's are but my deepest desire.
When happiness was more than a word unknown to me.
As we cling to it gently knowing the reality wakes
us alone.
Togather in desperation I wish only to erase this
vision to save the pressent.
She's knows it's near the moment we can never face.
In the darknest it's in fear I regret what we'll
remain of my heart a vacant space.
The breeze slip's over the over the dying summers breath.
A angel's last rites and this demons favorite disgrace.
As sunrise kill's my heart of dreams im left alone.
The feeling so real.
False was that time killing only me still
This fool yerns to embrace.
The memory that never matched the face.
I write my farwell to you everynight in the
theater of my faded heart.
Killing me to live the shock has left me numb.
Tortures of a sadness smiles sweet as the kiss
We share that only in my souls bitter reflection.
As the sunrise take's me away to my waking misery.
My days but a marker to my bittersweet end.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
I lay in his arms and wonder
is this the right place to be
my head on his shoulder
and still I couldn't think
would it be right to move?
would I be ok?
sitting against his relaxed musles
i want to know what makes him
his body built
his mind quiet
but his eyes give everything away
he is here with me
and i want it as that
yet i want to know
will he always be there
when i need him?
when i cry
when im scared
when im hurt
or when im in laughter?
yet my heart yerns him in
and my mind goes quiet when im near him
and then i realize
this is were i belong
in the arms of my lover
this is were i would call home
i am home
i am safe
no more worry
no more heartache
i am home
i am with my love
and i will never leave my home
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
Inside my body the guilty seeds have rooted through all my veins
and in to my heart
strangling it dead.
Inside my heart the anger fights to still beat,
no matter the pressure it competes,
its cold because its a zombie heart but it still pumps blood that reaches
my brain.
Inside my mind is misery,
its been confused so much it yerns to shut off
but somehow it can't,
it won't let me sleep,
too many memories and thoughts eat it
from the inside out
but nevertheless my rotten brain still allows me to have a spirit.
Inside my soul is death,
the once bright white doves have darkened and can barley lift one wing,
choking on my bodies misfortune,
as I sit so small in this big monstrous world thats poisoning my skin.
My skin is covered in eczema,
my face in blemishes
it coughs on the pollution and cigarette smoke that its too exposed to,
its infected but somehow my eyes still survive on the surface
with it.
My eyes are worn down
with a astigmatism
from all the rough things I have seen
but they still slow me to see
more.
I'm falling
apart,
I guess you could say that zombies are real,
just not the kind you can see
with your own zombie eyes.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
A disturbing lack of interest
has risen to the surface
struggling for purpose while
school work seems worthless
unimpressed by the standards set
or perhaps just pensive
wondering where the road leads next
the feeling that textbooks
only hold answers for paper tests
not physical, substantial assessment
That ****** diploma a chain
keeping my brain and body locked
to this spot, this location
when my very essence yerns for motion
for some cosmic lotion to apply
to this burned romantic
helpless, maybe, but awakened
none the less
even if I can't be bothered to
laze over homework
two weeks and it'll be no work
to fall from the sky
back into my old house
and maybe
her
eyes
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
I live to sleep
I sleep to dream
Sewage holes fill kinny bunk port out of the box Mr. Krull yer big headed Joyce fixation lets the dead dogs in leave the dead frogs to fry read a dull heart and mind
Down for the do little sing song hallelujah chorus let the whole world adore us we are the resurrection and you are the night take old children's programming to extremes and brainwash the yellow things
You asked don't tell so I wish you well and this drug you sling is a dangerous thing of letters and numbers all forced into the machine good girl great guns you'll do what I've done
It's a lie, my foot, there's a false ring to it's nose can you be so cavalier about things you don't know is the the grease going to settle and ruin your good clothes who knows Mr. Whitman, who knows
Words they say cut like blades in another setting where the mice eat men and dry ol' John Steinbeck writes with a pen fall out boy fudge to your granny sue I'm sure she'll agree that'll do, that'll do...bartle doo
Put 'em together yourself, old salt, here, every one on 'ems yerns, twist 'em and turn 'em, pick 'em and burn 'em, take a spoon or a spatula whatever you need to turn all this idiocy into a creed
Cut a few out they shouldn't be here what's wrong with the fool who gave 'em the time of day, there's surely a reason but his girl wouldn't say that evil ghost ***** with no reason to stay
That'll do.
Bartle doo.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
she's bent, and broken
soon to be shattered
but she puts on a smile
it's violent and scattered
she gave into the night
but she yerns for the light
but she gives in to the fear
she's afraid
she won't take a chance
if it's not in her plans
so she will never know
how you could help her
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
At some point you shut down
In fear of it all
At some point you tremble with pain
causing you to fall
A glimpse of your past
Awaiting your return
Ignoring it while your flesh still. Yerns
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC