His lips were the color of shadowed mist His eyes were dark as we kissed His knife was glinting, sorely missed As the bleeding wound from my heart hissed. Like a promise the sun disappeared into night To return once in the morning light When we’d glance with renewed sight, to observe which was right If the fight was of anger and fury and might. If love was a form of slowly dying While I watched around me the children cryi...
Oh camel, oh camel,Wouldst thou believeThat you are not a mammal?You are not a cannibal either, it seems,So, what the fuck are you? A contortionist, I’d wager,Passing through the eye of that needle.Does that not hurt?..He’s gonna spurt!Oh my, oh me, oh eee!The bastard, he spat, he spat on me!The lesson here is do not arguewith a camel,or you will be, one spat upon mammal!
I’m starting with a line,Moving on to another,And here’s a third,Why not a fourth?This poem, or whatever it may be,Really makes no sense,But, really, don’t think me dense,I’m about as dense as a fence.A fence with nails in,What a lovely fence,I think it’s immense,Oh beautiful fence!I wanted to use hence,But I have no reason,I’m thinking of a season...Winter, it is so lovely,I love the cold, The wet, but no wind.Wind is ho...
A caterpillar, brown and furry, passed a ladybird in a hurry. "Where are you off to in your coat of red?" "I'm off to the ball," the ladybird said. "A ball? The caterpillar replied. "Yes, the Peacock wants a bride." "I need a dress," said the caterpillar, brown. "I believe I can buy one in the town." The ladybird laughed, until she turned blue. "Do you think the Peacock will look at you?""What you need is a gown of red, y...
The sun and the moon: two bodies so alike and so different, The sun: perfect, warm and bright, The moon: faulty, cold and dark. The sun gives off light and everyone wants to be near it, The moon just reflects light and no one pays much attention to it. Every day the sun and moon used to interact, There was happiness, love and laughter. But alas, the sun has gone away and now is only the moon, There is only despair, abando...
If I could curl into your arms, and stroke your chest hairs, I'd be a happy girl. If I could feel your arms wrapped around me, as you caress my back, I’d be a happy girl. If I could feel your lips on mine, kissing me tenderly, I’d be a happy girl. How I long to be wrapped in your arms, it seems like forever. How I long to feel your arms wrapped around me, it seems like forever. How I long to feel your lips on mine, kissin...
Perilous Socks Do you want me to buy you, girly-girl socks? For if I'm not careful, I'll start to buy frocks. Not that it matters or is of alarm, because guys in dresses don’t do any harm.You might think it weird to see me so dressed, but this is what I do to prevent getting stressed. Its never the garb, the dress or the skirt, the brassiere, the panties or even the shirt, Looking so shabby, without form or sheen, its the...
Some nights, are calm. No shouting, No screaming,No pain.Most nights, though, are just like tonight.Painful. Loud. Twisted memories, Horror-film dreams.Mother at work, Father drunk, Fists flying, Words stinging.A child's history being made.Why? Why Daddy? Why do you do this to me? Why?
This poem will be short, As I am with inspiration, Sat here on a bus, I wonder... Why did I say ON a bus and not IN, After all, I'm technically indoors. Ambulating, or more accurately, sitting. I watch the world go by, Listen to music, Lust after the cute girl opposite me, See the rain, smile and sing, sometimes out loud. I'm happy. The girl is cute, but gimmie my Kitten any day. Here's the love part of the poem: I love...
Give us this dayOur daily breadGive us this dayFor we, the nearly deadGive us this dayThe under-appreciated massesGive us this dayFor hard hats and safety glassesGive us this dayWho rise to catch the day's first busGive us this dayChasing notes that read, "In God We Trust" Give us this dayThat teach us well, the teachersGive us this dayThat forgive us all, the preachersGive up this dayFor the smile on the face of the lunc...
Have you ever stopped and wondered what if what if I stayed what if I just took a leap of faith what if I can never love another way I love him what if we were meant to be would it be different would it just be him and me or what if I was not meant to stay what if this is not where I am meant to be what if the love we share is nothing more then lust what if we were never meant to be would it be different would it just be...
Each second in passing my mind conveys A shroud of shadows, a dreary haze To spry minds a distinction so stark A harbinger of an inevitable dark Though murkiness approaches, ever so near My vantage remains, abiding and clear Primordial clouds configuring from naught Contour into storms of renegade thought This ubiquitous flurry envelopes me so Chiding the worries calling below Hushed by lullaby, content at ease Unable to...
Silence A blessing or a curse? Has daddy finally gone to bed With his reeking breath and angry eyes Or is he out there waiting Wanting me to move Another excuse to hit me A beating I enticed My stomach grumbles loudly When was the last time I ate?? Do I dare to risk it Is food really all that important? A second growl is rousing Me up from the bed Maybe if I'm quiet He'll never now I 've gone Down the stairs Skip the sque...
Ratta tat tat, the gunshots fire. The smell of flesh from a burning pyre. A bloody spray tints the mist. A dead man clenches his cold, white fist. The cost of honour is stained red hands, the mental burden of killing a man. Ratta tat tat, the gunshots sound, and every last soldier is on the ground.
The sounds of night darkness calling the sparkling specks of light in the sky twinkling a silent message of millennia gone and only centuries to come by their dwindling light In cities human-crafted plastic replacing stars blotting them out clotting the brains of materialistic beings greedy since freedom Beady eyes analyzing watching for signs of rebellion waiting for destruction hoping for chaos it will make a better sto...
