Unrequieted Love

Twice is enough to tempt me

Folder: 
Now

 

Lie and try to love the empty, every way I can.
Deep desires pushing me, like self fulfilling prophecy.
I hold on to these moments and watch them turn to dust
fleeting favor then it dies as we both know it must.
No favors for my friends no favors for myself
life is a casino, my own love is my wealth
first red, then black, a queen and jack looking for a sign.
eyes are rolled I need a 6 and somehow I get 9, every single time..
on Monday wake up after 10, but time is lost on ole big Ben
mothers warning rings out in my head "Rest, succeed, know retreat but guys like this need friends.
 You'll know burns and no returns if you get what you think you need again"
sand will make you gold that glitters doesn't matter what they pay. Trust the words I could never say and in the god I'll never pray to cause motives are friendly, emotion's not my friend. Shaking the habitual and bad behavior trends.
I still carry your lantern, cause I thought that I knew you best, and til you tell me just once more to put it down I'm gona hold it to my chest.

If you just keep holding me, tomorrow I'll go quietly
If you just poke holes in me, I promise that I'll never bleed.
Body contact is enough to tempt me, when you find one that fits I'll be twice as empty
Until you find a fit I get what I need but I'll be twice as empty when you succeed.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was inspired by my always being attracted to "straight" guys and the situations I end up in as a result. Would really like some feedback on this as it means a-lot to me.

Impossible

Folder: 
A Love

Like oil and water,
We can’t mix.
My heart you slaughter,
It’s no easy fix.

Like Chalk and cheese,
You’d never be pleased.
I see you everywhere,
For me, you’d never care.

Like fish and white wine,
Our bodies could combine.
The dream of us sharing one heart,
A most destructive art.

Within technical thinking,
My heart shouldn’t be sinking.
With a logical mind,
I should’ve resigned.

Imagination reaches astrological,
It’s time to face the inevitable.
I hold onto the idea of improbable,
But in truth “us” is impossible.

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The Rose's Note

Folder: 
2001

He was always there

Always watching over her

Yet she never knew at all

That she was even alive

He was poor; she had fur

 

He loved her with all his heart

He would have given up the world

Just to let her know he cared so much

But she would never talk to him

He had no car; she could travel the world

 

Although he tried with everything he had

He could never give her that rose

Long stemmed and crimson red rose

He could never talk to her quite long enough

He had few friends; she had no foes

 

So he left it on her doorstep with a note

“I loved you for so long and you never even knew,

Just wanted to let you know I am here for you

That I truly care and am so devoted to you”
He waited for a reply; for the first time her heart flew

 

She knocked upon his door that very night,

“I have never heard such beautiful words in my life,

I envied you for so long, you have strength,

You have intelligence, and so much patience, I love you.”

He proposed, and she said, “Yes I’ll be your wife”

 

~Chrystal

Written on

June 13, 2001 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a fictional piece I wrote 'just because.'

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