January 2012
whispering wishes into the night skies
may be a poets romantic folly
this does not dissuade me
but rather
encourages me
to find more creative ways
to dream write those wishes
to your waiting lips ears
December 2011
winter snows call me
the eagerness to return
my old bones scream “no”
i wrap my arms around you
tightly i squeeze
for fear of losing you
i could not live without my heart
nothing could ever be more important to me
than my love for you
until i take a drink of whiskey
then
then i don’t know who the fuck you are
i want you more than i want air
i need you more than i can bear
i love you more than i can say
i miss you every second of every day
i feel you with my fingertips
i kiss you with my tender lips
i hold you with spaghetti arms
i amaze you with all my charms
i am lucky beyond compare
to want you more than i want air
you and i
fumbling around
with forever
leather/bound…you are my novel
understanding an addict
lustfully i lick your whiskey flavored lips
tongue
the hint of regret filling the air
but i knew you would not go
could not go
as i worked my way down your body
to your soul
to your depths
touching you in places
having never been touched before
and i linger
just long enough to drive you crazy
but not long enough to…
we’ll get to that later
the sting of the whiskey
was...
the concept of a tomorrow
grows more faint with each passing day
so i will love as if there won’t be one
i have scratched away
no fingernails left
at the mortar between
the bricks
that held our love
what was once
so solidly built
now crumbles
to dust
between my fingertips
and sails away
upon the slightest breeze
she reads her books
well…she makes up stories
based on pictures
in the books she has
that she flips the pages to
i love story time
when my angel
reads her made up stories
to my heart
she’s gonna be a writer
Good Morning my Beautifuls!!!
at night
i love you
at night
when air chills
and darkness
rules
and love
blossoms
i love you
just as much
during the day
but loving you
is better at night
i write words with passion
and compassion
with aggression
and obsession
with power and grace
vulgarity and distaste
with love and lust
and feelings…a must
i write words that rhyme
keep cadence with time
they are filled with hate
up for debate
they are my inner most feelings
or my underhanded dealings
i write words that others won’t
express views that others don’t
...
i write words
i write them to be heard
for others
this may seem
a bit absurd
but you do read
and are lured
by my word
and i am cured
of my disease
called poetry
The Collective. PLEASE HURRY EVERYONE!!!
lilysofthefield:
I have 62 submissions to date. I will be extending the deadline until January 10th.
I, at some point, will be posting a list of the ones I have received.
“I Love You”,
Whispered so softly
That the wind sweeps them from my lips,
And carries them off
As they are formed.
May these words,
Meant for only you,
Be heard throughout the world
And one day
Finally reach your ears
i will not bow before any man
i do not have that in me
even if i were to be knighted
i would not bow willingly
so tell me…
how the hell
did you get me to bow down
without even trying
fuck you love
fuck
you
i am used to fists that bruise
or draw blood
i am used to razors that cut
or scar
i am used to needles that puncture
and deliver death
i am used to a bottles bottom
and not knowing where i am
i am used to the pain
or the indifference
but i am not used to you
or what the hell this thing called love is
kneel down in fields of lavender
with your dress of flowered linen
and mary janes in white and olive
and wish upon the textured petals
all your fairytale dreams
and of loves longed for…for ages
kneel down in fields of lavender
and sleep
smile
i want to have love
the love that lasts a lifetime
the love that allows for errors
i want to be able to come home late
throw my clothes on the floor
grab a beer and plop my ass
i want to be able to get mad
yell for a few minutes
and slam the front fuckin’ door
as i’m on my way out to Barneys Bar
for a beer…or 12
i want the luxury of knowing
when i screw up you will...
my heart has been broken
and my feet bleed
as i walk away
shards of glass
all over the floor
most of our lives together
are spent just trying to hang on
for dear life
in the hopes that it will get better
because that is what true love is
real, true, non-fantasy land love
the love between two very real people
to write otherwise would be…
poetry
i’m walking along with ghosts
they hold my hands leading the way
everything is in a haze
and i feel slightly silly
me walking with ghosts
who woulda thunk
we stop at the cemetery gates
not feeling silly anymore
a little scared maybe…
but silly…NOPE
next thing i notice they are gone
and i am alone
all alone
and still scared
and confused
why’d they bring me...
Defenestrations: Rhetorical Responsibility →
jayarrarr:
There is an exchange that has captured valuable brain cells of mine for quite some time; long enough, at least, for me to write about it. Because if I have a song stuck in my head, I can normally loosen it by playing the song all the way through at least once (this is a troublesome task if the…
Mike Frawley: Alliteratively Speaking →
mikefrawley:
Parents, preachers, pretentious teachers promoting lies so long ago bought Cardboard cutouts, compliant clones blindly believing whatever they’re taught Salvation selling sidewalk saviors failing to notice that God is free Mindless Masses, misguided messiahs two good eyes, why won’t they see …
why are we all writing about writing
when reading is the key
to be a better writer
it’s not what you write but what you see
i’m no expert to be sure
but how you read makes a difference
how the words sound
how they keep cadence and rhythm
don’t just read the next time you pick up Poe
learn
dive into his world
become the black of a ravens feather
or feel the beating of...
reaching for you out of habit
finding you no longer there
out of my mind
lost and alone and dying
each night now unbearable
each ghost of you i see
yanks my sanity that hangs on by a thread
i push the pillows
the many god damned pillows
from the bed where i reach for you
out of habit
out of my mind
out of
love
time
sanity
life
habit
Burning Muse: Why Burning Muse? [Answer for anon] →
burningmuse:
It’s simple. I created and continue to maintain Burning Muse because:
I love the written word. I think there are so many talented writers on Tumblr. Some are more established, others are brand new. All of them deserve to be recognized, supported, and held in high esteem. There are also many…
closer
please move closer
only then can you feel my heartbeat
yes
i said feel
i want you to feel how much i love you
not hear me say “i love you”
anyone can say it
but only a very few can make you feel it
live it
experience it
only the waves do tell
of love on a deserted beach
and kisses blown to the wind
beyond where hate does reach
the whitecaps break onto the shore
to wash the sands away
and our cares along with the grains
and allow love to stay
a hand brushes blond bangs
the smile slight and wispy
not even noticing I’m there
watching you
already falling
getting lost in you
honeysuckle scents fill my thoughts
and monarchs flutter my belly
rainbows decorate your lovely eyes
and moonlight guides my path to you
i love you, i love us
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My Addiction
you are my new jack daniels
love is your music
you play your tunes with my heart
strum heartstrings gently
every time i try to touch you
your eyes
my fingertips create ripples
that obscure my reflection
and makes me want to skip stones
i love skipping stones
and when it’s hot
i strip down to my naked-ness
and jump into your eyes
there i am at home
and comfortable
and in them i drown
Hope everyone had a great holiday...now it's...
for you with your hand in your hair
and a slight smile on your face
for you with brown bangs
and the ever quizzical looks
for you with the no name jeans
and the v-neck tees… that tease
for you with ink on your pinkie
and a calloused index
for you with the raspy voice
and the whimsical laugh…mischievous
for you
if you know who you are
you inspire…
“Poetry holds a poet hostage and its readers captive…”
– ~Kevin
the wind whispers your name into my ears
and it echoes through my being
driving me crazy with lust
and mad with the knowing that your name
is attached to a ghost
i will never love another
and i will forever chase your careless whispers
straight to hell
to dominate you would not be enough…i must own
controlling you without trammels
exciting you without needless stimuli
maneuvering you with just a will
and a tongue
overpowering you with
me
you will be mine
because i know how to make you mine
i know how to own you…
…the right way
at least this time it was a broken nose
and not purple and black bruises
on my arms and legs
i have ran out of excuses to explain those away
a broken nose is just a good lie away from
kicking some guys ass after he got in a lucky punch
i’ll be a hero at school tomorrow…
…i love my dad
and he must love me too
right???
what happens when the lights go down
the curtain falls
the music abrubtly ends in an echo
drifting off to nowhere
what happens when the eyes shut tight
the breaths become shallow
the heart beat slows to an eventual…
…stop
what happens when you walk out that door
when my world ceases
when i die
did you stop to think about that
before turning away
before...
i could not write a story just for you
just about you
in my brain
in my heart
that isn’t a possibility
i am woven into you
every fiber of your being
every breath you breathe…
…i am the air
every day you wake…
…i am the sun
every night you sleep…
…i am the moon
every piece of you…
…carries a piece of me
i am the words in the story...
Happy Christmas & Merry New Year E'rybody!!!