Onin

Saw your band playing
Told you I’d be in the black satin cocktail dress
With the bright red stilettos
That I’d look different than I do now
Not mascara run
Walked in the smokey scene
Everyone turned to look
But none looked like your description
Then I saw you
Over in the corner
Talking to the drummer
He was holding sticks
You turned
Face scruffy
Hair dark, windblown back, messy
Face so clear
Eyes sparkling
Black shirt, with metal art design
Some kind of hot jeans
Huge black boots
And some thick black belt with a huge metal buckle
I saw peek out
I could tell already you were going to smell good
Because you were ready for me
And looked meticulously put together
I walked up to you
My hair long, straightened, dark
Coral red lipstick
Intense big brown eyes
And a grin
That said I’m here..
You looked at my curves up and down
All the way down to my shoes
The look on your face
Like.. you were just ready to have me
That and your astonished smile
Gave you away
Really
Just like that
Just like that, I thought
Hmm
I felt a quick surge of naughty
Maintaining composure, I was quickly grounded
But
With relaxed eyes
I continued to stare with you
Your lips full
Your eyelashes long enough to be
Hot
Your voice.. husky
Calm, hypnotizing
Strong
But gentle
Alluring
Didn’t notice the intensity so much
Earlier
Different circumstances
Different outlook
I suppose
And you said, please sit here
One could tell if they knew people
You were a true gentleman
As in gentle
You were earlier
That’s for sure
And pulled a chair out for me
You asked how I was
And I replied better
We talked of
The place
The band
That I wasn’t familiar with it
They played rock
And rock was not really my thing
That was not a genre I knew well
Or even the whole live band thing
I wasn’t too familiar with you either
But I wanted to be
You looked so enchanted
As was I
We were completely enveloped
In each other
The background would be just a blur
We had our focus
You held my hand
Said you wanted to take me somewhere
Took my hand up the windy flighty stairs
And to the roof top we ended
Opened the door
And exhilarated
I smiled subtly
Composure, composure
I reminded myself
The stars decorated the sky completely
No corner left forgotten
What a night
Moon was in its usual spot
Sporting a full suit
City lights and landscapes before us
Our theatre
There.. lay a fluffy king size comforter
Laid completely out
Over the oddly smoothed gravel
Champagne
P&J Rose, after this night
it would be my favorite
Buried in ice
My face in total amazement
A cognac glass
With a white peony clipped
And floating
I sat there with you drinking
Talking
Taking in the scenery
With light winds
Of how we met
How funny
That you were there
At the moment
I lost it
Anxiety attack
Right there on the corner
When I saw my boyfriend kissing
Another
You a familiar face
dragged me away, kicking, screaming,
Crying
By my hand, telling me
You’re not seeing what you’re seeing
Come follow me
And I’ll tell you
Confused and upset
You sat me down
By a red brick building
And told me of your girlfriend
Who did the same
That broke your heart
As you clung to your chest
So animated and creative
You were
Which I thought clever
To get me away
A free spirit you are
And that I suffer insanity
For being with you there
We shared coffee
And talked more
And you looked at me
Like everything would be all right
Forgetting all that just happened
As if it were nothing
And here we are..
On the same night
How things are different
How magical this seems
Kick off my red stilettos
Outside the blanket
And somehow the night drifts
While we tell each other
Of past stories
Laughing and conversation
Until the sky turned a dark lavender
And as the dawn crept
We fall asleep
I on your arm, nuzzled in your chest
You wrapped completely around me
The bottle empty
Long ago
And when I wake
Surely from dreaming..
You were still there.

In the dark silent cold night
An air breezes through
It carries dried leaves
You can hear them dragging on the floor
Not many lights are lit
but there is the one window
Still glowing
That room that has light
Also holds many emotions
that travel through vents
Recycling itself
Thoughts of her being
Inner faults
Gifts or curses
'We can only do what we set'
'We can only care for ourself'
She says after a life of giving
However
it's hard..
The window has shades
The thin worn kind
I'm sure the light shines
not so softly
Through the outside
Resembles an organ she owns
She thinks to herself
To fathom what is going on inside
is of a sole person and her shadow
Just cruising in blankness
She sits on that empty page
looking around
at all the spaces to fill
and finds herself the vivid object
amongst a bleak background ..
An eternity it seems
When will it lift
What will it take
For it to all make sense ..

Causilities


There is only outcast now,
It can only be allowed now,
Prepair the burial shroud,
      Now,
Save sometimes when i'm called,
When it becomes real, when it finally,
     Dawned.
Running up a c-130 ramp,
Fate becomes like a person following you,
Invisible at times,
     Even with a lamp,
Some times She leaves signs,
Other times you won't even hear,
She is cold and cunning, slipping in with silent,
     Zeal,
Other times She is is vicsious and violent,
And after all the times i've seen it done,
Watching smoking sub machine guns,
I can't help but look,
And wonder breifly of the lives that fate,
     Took,
Sometimes she becomes visible,
Hallucination or visual;
Transparently following you; talking to,
     You-
After enough body counts,
You begin to become jaded and shrewd,
Causilties, some were true,
Nothing to do,
   But count some more-

Awake

As my dream is ending,
and though i'm sound asleep,
A tear i'll cry,
Slowly mending,
It was how i got by,
Eyes half open now,
     Fully awake-

You can’t take your eyes off her
I’m dancing all alone
While her fingers play heartstrings
On her beautiful guitar

And I’m watching as you whisper
As you start to fall in love
On the outside, twirling ‘round two
Of the people that I love
While the music you are making
Is tearing me in two
I know she’s right, I know she’s right
I know she’s right for you
But I’m asking lonely nights long
Why am I always wrong, so wrong?

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On the very edge of a knife's blade, I stand there, alone in quiet solitude
Thoughts, daydreams and inner dialogue, being my only true companions
Or perhaps they are enemies to be feared? For they offer no sweet escape
So there I continue to balance precariously, and upon the edge, I'll brood

© Donna Roberts

My eyes burn as the hot tears fall

No sound escapes my pressed lips

As I sit in the deep, and the dark letting my depression devour me

and wrap its chilling arms around me

as its hard grip tightens around my heart

draining the last ounce of light

I have I don't want this!  Why am I still here?

I don't want to remain in this cold, stark, painful place

alone

I feel a spark inside as I break the grip he has on me

and look down at myself

Watching as the light inside slowly rekindles itself

feeling the tears dry up on my face

leaving no trace

as I pull myself together and prepare to leave here

This isn't how it was supposed to go.

You were supposed to court me daintily,
caught up in fancy promises
and the intricacies attributed to my good heart.
You should have entered on a grand steed,
all decorated for your heraldry,
and wooed me until both of us were content
and drunk on church bells and paper dreams.
You might have asked for my hand
and let the fair storyteller do his job,
mingled in magical nights
and mornings that came too early
with you.

Instead you tossed me from your kingdom
unceremoniously
and cast me out as not worthy.
Your grandeur was stunted by your wasted demeanor
and you required no frills or flare
to make you what you've become.
You let me fall over you
and strung me up like I mattered not,
like I should be on display for misdoings.
You offered no corner of a smile meant for me
nor an ever after remotely resembling closure.
You were supposed to be ideal.

And I was so enraptured that I allowed it all,
but now I see all of it unraveling
in a dream, evolved into nightmare.

Don't stomp on the next one's dignity;
she may not be so forgiving.

--dlf

Um, I guess this poem has nihilistic themes... that may offend.

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I just joined the community, and I thought I would just share the poem I had just written a few minutes ago.

The title is: Comfortably Numb.

He has been hurt...
Felt like dirt
Beneath your shoes,
You let him lose
 
For now he must try.

Look him in the eyes,
Tell him your lies
Because with you,
The truth dies
 
His soul has been swallowed,
Body left hallowed
He is left with but a shell
For all we can tell

There he is, a wonderful creation
That cannot live, beyond frustration
Fire blazes deep within
Laced with blackness, tarred with sin

Here he has a broken heart,
They have fallen apart
Now he fears for what he has become...
Alone and
Comfortably numb.

Written by: Angelou

The Man/Boy/Best Friend

 

He looks like a man when you don’t look at his face

His body fully developed

And his stride striking

Throwing me off balance

 

His face comes into the light

And now I see the child

The innocence in the waters

The innocence in that smile

The innocence in those happy blues

 

But then, when he speaks

He is someone other than what his looks present

His wit is sharp

And so is his mouth

 

He is by definition a person you cannot read by their cover

He is always more than a lover

He’s my best friend

 

I observe him as he walks, reads, talks…

And the more he does

The more I fall

Every time I see him

I fall in love all over again

He means the entire world to me

He even helps me with all my problems

Without complaint

Even when it’s something he should hate me for

 

I don’t deserve him

And yet here he is

 

By Wilmary

I’ve been

You say you lost your faith in me
I don’t remember you believing, I just remember
You shutting your open mind down
I’ve been opening some doors, while you were standing around

If you’re wondering where I am going
If you’re looking for a destination
Just open your eyes and take a look at your son

I’ve been living with my arms stretched wide
I’ve been climbing to highest heights
I’ve been running in a steady stride
There’s no quitting now, no giving life up
I’ve been laughing till it’s hard to breathe
I’ve found friends who love me for me
I’ve been doing what it takes to achieve
There’s no quitting now, no reason to leave

You say you don’t know me no more
I don’t recall at all you knowing, I just remember
You deciding just who I was
I am not your definition, I am my own man

If you’re wondering where I am going
If you’re looking for a destination
Just open your eyes and take a look at your son

I’ve been living with my arms stretched wide
I’ve been climbing to highest heights
I’ve been running in a steady stride
There’s no quitting now, no giving life up
I’ve been laughing till it’s hard to breathe
I’ve found friends who love me for me
I’ve been doing what it takes to achieve
There’s no quitting now, no reason to leave

I've been going
Got the dice rolling
I'm in control and I've been to so many places
I've been going
Got the dice rolling
I'm in control and I've learned from so many faces

I’ve been living with my arms stretched wide
I’ve been climbing to highest heights
I’ve been running in a steady stride
There’s no quitting now, no giving life up
I’ve been laughing till it’s hard to breathe
I’ve found friends who love me for me
I’ve been doing what it takes to achieve
There’s no quitting now, no reason to leave

I believe
that embedded within
the 'God-given' right
to the pursuit of happiness
is the invariable 'God-given' right
to the pursuit of unhappiness.

I believe
we exist to bare witness.
For without the perceiver,
the perceived does not exist.

I believe
that you shouldn't hunt
what you can't kill,
and that you're only as strong
as your wit
(which not a lot have nowadays).

I believe
that none of us are a sacred,
unique snowflake of special
unique specialness,
or manifestations of love.
But that we are not
crap or trash, either.
We just are.
And it's up to us
and our dreams
and the Grace
and maybe a little luck
to make us more.

I believe
the Internet hath no fury
like a gamer scorned.

I believe
that if you can find it
in your heart
to become less of a ghost
that you could be loved
instead of just existent.

I believe
that freedom is
when you lose everything;
your ties to people,
your earthly materials,
your selfish wants,
all of it gone.

I believe
in new beginnings.
I believe that those
alleged "Missiles"
that Russia sent
over Norway
were not missiles at all,
but in fact a portal to another dimension
( or not, but that would be so cool).

I believe
in the phrase
"Live long and prosper".

I believe
in making art
not war.

I believe
that the AI
will take over the world one day.
And I'd be there to stop it.
Because...
I noticed
that I can break computers
without doing anything.

I believe
that maybe
I'm talking too much.

A sighed farewell subdued the rainbow into a smear of sepia; I watched, enfeebled, as you walk betwixt wakefulness and sleep.

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A sighed farewell subdued the rainbow into a smear of sepia; I watched, enfeebled, as you walk betwixt wakefulness and sleep.

(the rest here).  

fingertips
strong and soft
mirror mine
as electrifying waves of warmth
overcome the shores of my body

lips touch
like pink rose petals
as a rush of love
flows into my heart

A soulless being
A loveless one
who has never found the honest one

an agony keeper
a lovely seeker
a misery day for a dreamy lad

loved by no one
unloved by someone
a lonely lad in unwanted land

an infinite feelings
of definite trials
hoping still
that would never spring

an endless thoughts
of worthless works
a soul of doom
that will someday bloom

i just joined here..and here's my simple poem.thanks