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Elements of Love

Elements Of Love

Come be with me
We will talk
If you listen,
I will hear

Come walk with me
We will move
If you touch,
I will feel

Come share with me
We will learn
If you receive,
I will be blessed

Come stay with me
We are one
Apart we will only
Survive

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Don't Go Loving Me

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2017

I remember

seeing those signs

Dropping them at your door

I remember sitting here

wanting nothing

I remember wanting more

 

And she said

Don't go chasing those sunsets

Don't go thinking you're free

Don't go thinking your hand is tied to mine

Don't go loving me

 

I've been told

my mouth is too dry

I don't have the words to explode

I've been told I'm a world

I'm a desert

I don't know how to follow this road

 

And she said

Don't go chasing those sunsets

Don't go thinking you're free

Don't go thinking your hand is tied to mine

Don't go loving me

 

I leave here

with an ache, with a smile

I'll return for this close and this need

I leave here wanting more,

wanting something

I leave here and I don't care if I bleed

 

And she said

Don't go chasing those sunsets

Don't go thinking you're free

Don't go thinking your hand is tied to mine

Don't go loving me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 5/24/17

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Crime Of Passion

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Rey Teca

Let your lips cry for my kisses,
Let it be that it Remembered for its fullest,
For it reads no pain,
So that of justice never seek of vengeance, 
For our our minds stood firm like no other,
Like of that stones that never weathers nor erodes,
Forever kisses weathers our souls,
As for love is crime i committeth to have it you ,
For as long my heart seeks for the one it storeth its wealthest love for.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Angel of Crime - Reloaded 

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Unrequited Puzzle Pieces

She bottled the impossible

With silent gestures she kept audible

While constantly perfecting improbable obstacles

She was always steady and volatile

Keeping reality optional

She moved in a way that was almost comical

Methodical in how she kept  herself intentionally watchable

She was an angel draped over something diabolical

 

But you see,

Her love, it was kind of clumsy

So before she could even share something

Her heart, it was already crumbling

But some how lucky

When most just stared dumbly

As people asked what could be done in tones quickly hushing

And were answered with nothing

She licked her lips and they tasted of honey

Then she knelt in a sunbeam and she began softly humming

As she put back together Humpty Dumpty

 

She was meticulous and neat

And she memorized each shattered piece

Right there in the street

She stayed on her knees like a priest

And as the light teased to the east

The beast eyed her technique

But didn't speak

A deep heat seeped through her cheeks

Time seemed to increase in speed then ease

 

Sweat glistened over her skin and muscles

She was deft and subtle

As she shuffled through the rubble

Trying to coax a whole from this puzzle

We call Humpty Dumpty

She was trouble

But Humpty, he thought she was lovely

See, when he was all about beneath her heels crunching

Thinking this is the end it must be

And is, there a special hell for his particular type of shell

Or just nothing

 

No matter where the end

She was able to put Humpty together again

She repaired him, but you see her intent it was just pretend

She filled in each crack with future revenge

Making a mortar of resentment mixed with torment

In a violent and bitter personal blend

That she could later rend and augment

Again and again

 

But, she stayed...and there were more falls

Never had one seen an egg so mauled

Humpty, he would fall then drink and drawl

He would scrawl small obscenities all over the wall

He would crawl to the top dripping ethanol

And scream about his cholesterol

And the proper protocol

For being a neanderthal

 

But, it turned out Humpty was jumping from the wall after all

Time after time just pissing

Missing the seat and painting the stall

Wheezing deep breaths of albuterol

While screaming who made him the intercontinental apostle

Made of Swedish meatballs from Montreal

For Humpty it seemed to be now, that lucidity was a fluid thing

And he was just barely able to forget his faults

With an hourly top off of propylene glycol

And Rubbing alcohol

In a way that couldn't really be considered sub-lethal

 

Instead of braving what might be  waiting

And facing down the sound at the end of the hall

Humpty became addicted to the whoosh and rush of the fall

He'd hide from the shame engraved in stains across his frame

By breaking and cracking his own skull

Always seeking the oblivion that called from the bottom of the wall

 

Now left alone with only pieces of him galled

She became used to her tears and the taste of their salt

The manic habit was static and so sad but too late to halt

Till one day she looked down at it all and

Couldn't find a single thing in her life by which she wasn't appalled

So she finally took all of Humpty’s pieces

And she mashed them into a lumpy little ball

That she placed upon her lap

As she sat atop the wall

 

Looking down wondering what it'd be like to fall

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is an allegorical analogy of true stuff. tell me what you think....

Fantastically Fictional Phantasms

Blushing his mind was suddenly buzzing

With a rushing kind of thrumming thundering

His hands fumbling with wistful whispering

As he stilled listening

Quivering in attention to her symphony

Moving so fluidly it seemed

She was perfect symmetry

If symmetry could sing infinitely

While still breathing

 

Red lips and a tongue ring

Swayed hips like an epiphany

He used ink viciously

As he tried to capture her being

In pages of calligraphy

Ultimately ending in simplicity

And writing only two words worth keeping

Lovely,

And Epitome

But even that seemed to be a study in futility

Close, but still just a facsimile

 

Now even attempting such a thing

Was like extemporizing a soliloquy

When she’s not in the scene

It was a crushing ruptured something

Lusting up toward her but just...brushing

See because,

 

Crystallized starlight and sunbeams

Are the color of her eyes for one thing

Her makeup was made of the constant fluttering

Of a thousand different shades of butterfly's wings

Her body wrapped with swirling images of things

Half shown only teasingly

Blues and pinks perfectly painted in permanent ink

She wore a meticulous modesty like an alluring anthology

Audibly dancing the lines of an infatuation with her body

Calmly, and without a hint of apology

 

Never did they speak

But he thought of her with a quietly

Quickening need

Like a disease

Degenerative and growing constantly

Her motion kept within a distant proximity

Close, but still just out of reach

Orbiting fitfully like a belief caught by gravity

Even the fleeting demons seemed to freeze

The needle points of their teeth not quite so pressing

Folded and creased with every word that she’d speak

 

See,

He wanted God but was stuck in the ministry

She was the girl of his dreams

Literally

An Ideal over which he found himself continuously

Waxing rhapsodically

Lasting and wrapped softly

In prose and in poetry

She was the standard for every real meeting

The source of a lonely rising anxiety

Only interspersed by other versions sporadically

By terse blurred physical excursions endured silently

Violent and briefly blinding

Lost like a leaf in lightning

 

She was a masterpiece paraded in pageantry

Absently grasping at the fantasy of his own imagining

She was a fiction with...

Cherry flavored lips and a tongue ring

Swayed hips like an epiphany

And eyes the color of crystallized starlight

And sunbeams

Too caught up in the dream

To realize he was sleeping

He fell in love with a faery

 

He just couldn’t see her wings

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Tell me what you think...

Anchor

Anchor

By Jfarrell

 

As I am here

Being torn apart

Within the maelstrom of my rage

I close my eyes

Take a deep breath

And she is here.

 

My butterfly

My rainbow

My angel

My queen

My anchor

 

Children murdered with a bomb

Teenagers stabbing each other to death

Our politicians and big mouths spreading the hate

My own insignificant cares and worries

 

My anchor smiles at me

Reaches her haloed hand towards me

Calms my soul

Takes my anger

And turns them into butterflies and rainbows

 

And fills me with peace

With hope

My butterfly

My rainbow

My angel

My queen

 

My anchor

 

        Xxxxxxxxxxx (you know who you are)    :)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

butterflies are beautiful

Alienate Beloved

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Poetry

There is silence in the world

Since we didn't said farewell;

And your beauty with an alien speech

An alien tale would tell.

 

There is silence in the world,

Which is not peace nor quiet;

Nei; a golden heart

Ever I seek to flee therefrom,

While I belong with Thee,

And walk the ways of the riot.

 

But when I hear the music moan

In rooms of thronging laughter,

A serpent-tongued demon drives me forth,

And silence follows after.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos love poem.

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A.M.A.N.D.A.

Amazing 

Mind consuming 

Awe striking 

Never ending 

Daily 

Actual Love

Author's Notes/Comments: 

79 days into eternity

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I wish meditation works

I wish meditation works

By JFarrell

 

Trust me,

Today I so wish mindfulness meditation actually works;

Let my thoughts come and go

Without judgement

Without holding on,

Without clinging to them.

 

Every thought, every breath screams

“Need alcohol!”

Waking to my cats vomiting;

Four days waiting on a so-called friend,

To get in touch with me,

After spending time I haven’t got

Doing him a favour.

 

Just wish,

I could close my eyes,

Take a deep breath

And let it out.

 

Especially the anger,

The nuclear rage I am feeling.

I’ve tried,

But, every thought, every breath

Just feeds the nuclear reaction.

And I know there is more to mindfulness,

But thinking, without judgement is central

To how it works,

And I can’t achieve that.

 

If it wasn’t for my love’s smile,

Engraved upon my heart, my mind,

I would be totally lost at sea.

She is my anchor,

My salvation.

You know who you are,

I love you, absolutely.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i hope mindfulness meditation works for you