Tag Archive: Thoughts


Thoughts….

Your my pleasure

Your my pain,

Spin me in circles

Your such a drain,

The more I lose

The more I gain,

Tell me what

Your gonna do,

I’m so wound up

So into you,

Advertisements

All through the day

you do burn bright,

Set yourself on fire

see the light,

Oh sail away

on seven sea,

Run from a storm

you can’t break free,

From flame filled eyes

look at the dawn,

The light chase shadows

across the morn,

And through this new day

you will burn bright,

Burning embers in your eyes

to bring comfort and warmth at night….

.x.

She wasn’t made like the rest

no she wasn’t made that way,

The blackness the battles within her

for she kept her demons at bay,

Surrounding herself in the icy cold

none she let through to her heart,

She kept it surrounded by forests

a warmth many fires it could start,

A warrior her words

were her blade,

Her shield

something she had made,

No she wasn’t like the rest

she was a black rose,

Her mind filled with promises

and prose,

No she wasn’t

like the rest,

To a Knight

she would’ve been a mere test,

But her heart

was found by a King,

No easy feat

no easy thing,

And that’s where the

story does start,

This King

he found her heart,

No she wasn’t like the rest

sharp thorns so full of prose,

She wasn’t like the rest

Those velvet depths

hidden in a plain black rose….

.x.

I long to taste

your finger tips,

The sweet sensation

of your lips,

To tightly wrap

my arms around,

The depth of your heart

the only sound,

Feeling the heat

come off your skin,

You your sweetest

sexy sin,

Outside Inside

Don’t look through my armor

you won’t like what you see,

Don’t look through my armor

at the darkness that’s me,

I’m barren and tormented

don’t open that door,

Its a hurricane a whirlwind

throws most to the floor,

Jagged pieces that cut

shattered like glass,

Move on keep on walking

this door you should pass,

For if you opened this door

you should bare,

A torrential hurricane

that seems to not care,

Battle hardened

made a warrior from life,

That has thrown up enough heartache

danced on opinions knife,

On the other side

resides a quiet glen,

One given to nature

not seen by men,

And there upon 

the softest grass,

As the sun shines down

Shadows like

stained glass,

Lies a flower

jaded but pure,

Crushed a little

but stronger than before,

Beware of this flower

as it comes with these words….

….I am but a flower, so delicate and soft, a mixture of blood and tears, transparent when held aloft, life it gives you 2 choices, you can be harsh winter or soft sun, crush this little flower closed, or allow it to gently come undone….


.x.

~….Voice….~

That smile oh that smile I

hear it in your voice,

Kaleidoscopic colors from your mouth

made by choice,

And I fall a little deeper

a little deeper than before,

Drugged a little deeper 

needing a little more….

Tonight I watched 

as the soft sheets of rain fell,

My thoughts they swirled a vortex

but on many did I dwell,

I watched as the plume of smoke left my lips

and carried off by the wind,

I looked to the sky

the only judge that I’ve sinned,

My thoughts they spun

to which I’d rather be,

The softest of rain

or the wind wild and free,

My thoughts turned to the elements

to nature and more,

Each one impressive

not like the one before,

My innermost being Earth

this I know,

The scars of the past and yet still

she does grow,

To be kissed by the warmth

of the sun in the sky,

Caressed by the rain

with the softest of sigh,

Hear the song of the wind

like the call of a child,

And still she grows 

strength untamed free spirited and wild….

.x.

~….Two arms to hold….~

And it’s those days

those rainy days,

Those endless days

those days with many endless ways,

Where emotions bubble

from deep inside,

Where feelings escape

just go on the slide,

Those days you wish

the world away,

Where you just need two arms

and the promise of stay,

When the nightmares they came

haunt you in your sleep,

And they pick at forever

nightmare’s a secret you keep,

Those words and those eyes

stay with you til light,

And you long for that smile

that’s kept out of sight,

And you wake up exhausted 

you fall out of bed,

There’ll  be days that you’ll think

you’d be better off dead,

But get up you will 

with rain clouds your friend,

The soft pitted patter

feels it won’t end,

And softly you’ll 

sigh,

Tears will well and

you’ll cry,

All that you want 

is two arms to hold,

The words that they’ll be there

your knight brave and bold,

You’ll just want words 

upon your skin,

You’ll just want love

the warmth within,

When that day is so gray

innocence gone you feel old,

You’ll quite simply crave

two arms to hold….
.x.



~….Will You….~

Will you love me tomorrow

even though I’ve come undone,

Will you love me tonight

past the setting of the sun,

Will you stand here beside me

when the rain lashes down,

Will you be the rock in the ocean

to help me when I drown,

Will you be the reminder

when I forget how to breathe,

Will you be the light

When darkness pulls me underneath,

Will you pull me closer

when I feel so alone,

Will you be here

remind me I’m not on my own….

.x.


Memories….

And so the roses

fade to dust,

Tainted memories

fade to rust,

Blow across

the dusty floor,

Becoming ghosted echoes 

once more,

Open doors

curtains billow,

Dried up tears

on empty pillow,

Used to be laughter

in this room,

Now nothing but 

a sorrowful gloom,

Close the door

and lock it tight,

Sweep these memories

out of sight,

Time for you to move 

along,

Dance with me

to a different song….

.x.

Successfully Stressed

Surviving college stressed and depressed.

The Meat & Potatoes of Life

By Lisa Smith Molinari

dave94015

Dave's musings on relationships

Let's talk about the L word!

Yeah, I'll tell you a few things regarding LOVE...

agenda19892010

The value of those societies in which the capitalist mode of production prevails, present itself as "an immense accumulation of commodities", its unit being a single commodity --- Karl Marx

A directory of wonderful things

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

Beautiful Words

Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.

Elder Pipe

Just you - and the world.

Daniel Abram

Resilience against adversity.

To Every Choate 1 Empty

To write is to relive the moments, its Renaissance of time.

Crowned Nights

and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece

Power Plant Men

True Power Plant Stories

The Renegade Press

Tales from the mouth of a wolf

Selected Essays and Squibs by Joseph Suglia

The Web log of Dr. Joseph Suglia

Caramel & Vanilla

Ciao Bella. Our instagram: @caramelxvanilla

mastererotica60

A topnotch WordPress.com site

junkfreeds

From the bottom of my heart,

cycpyper

"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations"

The Müscleheaded Blog

"Nothing Exceeds Like Superfluous Jejunity "

y

what it comes down to

smilecalm

Life through mindful media

konviktion

BEAUTY IS TRUTH TRUTH BEAUTY

maggiemaeijustsaythis

through the darkness there is light

Jdawgswords

lost my mind...now what????

Diary of a Married Woman

Power Exchange and Letting Go........

kitten's blog

submissive girl life

English Delicacy

"Love is an insanity in and of itself."

Thrill of the Chaste

Personal experiences in the world of Male Chastity

Slippery Edge

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Arts & Rhymes

Colors 'n Thoughts

My Project 365

Appreciating the Journey of Life

RW Howell

Novelist, poet, other things . . .

V Söderqvist

Scandinavian Art & Design Talks.

ὂνειρος

Ipse mihi theatrum

sanpiano

Join Me On The Edge

Solitary-Poet

Musings and renderings of a solitary poet

The Feck it Philosophy

Writing, short stories, poems, creative writing, novels, novel, poetry