Category: Poems….


I want to be your favourite seat

all comfy soft and warm,

I want to be your favourite shirt

wouldn’t care if I got torn,

I want to be your pillow

where you rest your weary head,

Your blanket soft and warm

to snuggle you in bed,

I want to be your cigarette

against those gorgeous lips,

Or let me be your belt

wrapped around your hips,

I want to be those simple things

that you use throughout the day,

Those insignificant normal things

you don’t notice as you go about your way,

I want to be every little thing

that to your face a smile bring,

I want to be your happiness I love you

so much my King…x.

.x.

~….I Long….~

I long to hold you in the afternoon
as you go about your day,

A precious few moments of silence
as you go about your day,

I long to hold you in the evening
the tv playing along,

And its only you I’d notice
as some actor sings some song,

I long to hold you at midnight
when there’s silence and no sound,

With only my heart beating fast
as thats what happens when you’re around,

To hold you close in the darkness
way past the setting Sun,

You’re the missing piece that makes me whole
i’m a zero but you make me one….x.

~….Crimson River….~

As blood runs down the staircase

echoed wisps of decay,

The night is eerily calm

not how it was that day,

Drip drop drip

the crimson gold,

Follow the trail

a story unfold,

Floorboards creak

from heating pipes,

That keep the blood warm

on these cold nights,

River of red

along corridor,

Slowly oozing

from under the door,

Ghosting through

the solid wall,

You expected to see?

not this at all,

Lips the tinge

of deaths kiss blue,

Eyes of glass

do not see you,

Such beauty in

her deathly grace,

A masterpiece amid

torn velvet and lace,

She lays like

A work of art,

Her hands they hold

her delicate heart,

Across the floor

the crimson gold,

So eloquent in death

yet horrors unfold,

The torn drapes

around her bed,

The broken vase and night light

smashed windows ahead,

A tornado happened

inside of this room,

Plundering it of light

leaving nothing but gloom,

Deaths softly kiss

such beauty and grace,

A crimson river

from splendour and lace,

A delicate heart

cut from her breast,

And in her fragile hands laid

in eternal rest…

.x.

~…Him…~

…and that’s how it starts
something so simple that you say,
But it reverberates within me
as it travels on its way,
In that tiny simplistic moment
it hits me like a spark,
It creates an enormous light show
here in my deep dark,
Passionate fires and colours
and I lose it as they spin around,
Your voice it flames within me
as your colours build me from the ground,
The blood in my veins heats up
and I swear I can’t take no more,
But what you unleash in me
makes me open further than before,
Tell me how you do it
spark colours within me so bright,
You chase away my darkness
replace it with blinding light,
You smile and it’s there in your words
the heat spreads across my skin,
A slow sensual fire
spreads slowly from outside in,
And my heart fills
And overflows,
And my mind agrees
because it knows,
The world it keeps turning
but mine it has stopped,
So many things they happen
But you just can’t be topped,
My perfect drug you drug me deeper
So much deeper than before,
And I’m such a little addict
i need you more and more….x.

Watch over him….

….and to the moon

In the starlit sky,

I ask watch over him

from way up high,

For he is my one

my love my heart,

To be without him

would tear me apart….

~….Musical Rush… ~

Let the music fill your soul

Make you whole

Lose control,

Feel your spirit lift

Such a gift

Heal the rift,

Escape from thoughts that tear you apart

Where they start

Mind and heart,

The rush through your veins

Cascading rains

Relinquish chains,

Feel the beat

Burst of heat

Such a feat,

Pulsating light

Such a height

Give up the fight,

Inner glow

Such a show

Music ends time to go…

Written to the song “Intense” by Armin van Buuren/Miri Ben-Ari. The violin (played more than once), always floods my entire being while the rest lights me up. It’s a feeling of being weightless of being free…

I’m a huge music lover who can find the soul enlightening passion of music in every genre. If you’ve never given trance a go? Try at least this one…

….what would this world be without music but a desolate barren place….

.x.x.

And it’s you only you

always you,

Cascading my heart and head

so true,

Your words

your smile,

Wrap them around

let them hold me a while,

Oh how your tender

word I miss,

Those sweetest nothings

that soulful bliss,

The silences haunt me

as they appear throughout the day,

And I just want to beg

just please don’t go away,

And then there you always are

that sweet sexy smile,

And I drown deeper into you

mile upon mile,

Our lives they are so busy

but find I need you more and more,

The love we share our precious moments

love you deeper than before…

I wanted to tell you

What you mean to me,

How I so desire those things

Which right now can’t be,

And how you would know

(If I was there),

That I need every part of you

Lay your soul to me bare,

My fingers should be softly

Caressing your lips,

As they make a sensual dance

Down your skin to your hips,

My lips and my tongue

Following down in a line,

My feverish desire

to make you mine,

To lick my lips at the taste

Of your decadent skin,

I wanna feel you burn

Your passion from within,

My sweetness know

That my fire burns so true,

I’ve fallen so deeply

In love with you….

You your 5 parts heaven and 5 parts danger

got me walking on the edge,

Simple mere words

and I’m tipping off the ledge,

And I swear you just don’t care

that’s just not your way,

You give that cheeky smile

say you’re here to stay,

No wonder

My minds a storm,

Emotions getting

torn,

Fallen…

Alone she sits

with wings of snow white,

Weeping soft tears

as day turns to night,

Tragic little angel

fallen from grace,

For you loved to much

to leave this place,

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