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I am mesmerized, oh fantasized,
This beauty is something else.
I am a madman, oh street man,
I cannot see beyond myself.
I was asked, oh lover,
Why is your hair unkempt?
I said, “Let her, oh bring her,
For she is the cure to this ail.
Those eyes, oh amazing,
Those lips, oh am depressed.
Why do they give me a shock?
I am gone, torn and dead.
I want her to know,
She is that magician…they foretold.
 May 2016 Proxii
Pauline Morris
The only sound in my ears is the crashing of waves
I exhale, trying to be brave
But I can't stop the scalding tears
I'm waiting for my vision to clear
Kneeling by your newly dug grave
I feel that to this place I am now enslaved
I can only muster a hushed whisper
"How could you leave me dear sister"
 May 2016 Proxii
Free Bird
Thoughts thoughts thoughts
Racing through my mind
When all I want to do
Is lay here && unwind

But these thoughts thoughts thoughts
Around the corner they're always looming
How could I ever be at peace  
When they are all consuming

Thoughts thoughts thoughts
Still running through my head
I just want them to quiet down
Ah well, maybe when I'm dead
 May 2016 Proxii
Free Bird
Gullible
 May 2016 Proxii
Free Bird
They tell her that's she's gullible
They tell her she's naive
All she wants is to see the best in people
She truly just wants to believe

That there are still good people out there
Decent people, like herself
That live their lives with integrity
Helping others for more than an exchange of wealth

Yet time && time again,
People seem to take advantage
Of her kind hearted nature
Of her willingness to always bandage

Everyone else's wounds
All she really wants to do is mend
The hearts of all the broken
To listen whenever they need a friend

The girl whom is always helping
To fight other people's battles
The one that you deem weak
For helping piece back those who have been dismantled

Though she feels all alone at times
Though she could use help with some stuff
She'll never ask for anyone's aid
For her, helping them out is enough
Kindness is not weakness, it is strength.
 May 2016 Proxii
Pauline Morris
She whispers to me in the dead of night
I scream for her in the bright daylight
She's my sweetest siren, she sings  a fatal song
Such a rush, falling headlong
In her embrace nothing can go wrong
With her venom, I feel I belong

With a single fang
She spikes my vein
A sudden rush
The quiet hush
A body sigh
Touching the sky
Nodding out
No voice to shout
Wonderful phenomenon
Worries gone

She whispers to me in the dead of night
I scream for her in the morning light
Responsibility she slays
Chases memories away
My beautiful queen
Erases what I've seen
I have succumbed
I have become
In every way
Her prey
 May 2016 Proxii
Kathryn Heim
The ladder that
I had in mind
did not look too
hard to climb.
and as I ventured
upward bound
seeking what's on
higher ground,
leaving everything
below,
all that I had come to know,
I heard the voice
of God proclaim
that love will
always stay
the same,
and heaven is
a place that's higher
where peace has
lit eternal fire,
but love is love
and can be found
anywhere
and is not bound
by space or time
or life or death,
and must be shared
as life's sweet breath,
so as the heavens
serenade
I saw that if
on earth I stayed
the love in every heart
I find
is closer than
a ladder climb.
 May 2016 Proxii
Ann M Johnson
The sun  is brightly shinning
may it shine through my thoughts
and break away the cobwebs deep within my mind
I had a head injury (concussion) in mid April and have still been experiencing problems such as extreme headaches and difficulties with my vision and slight memory difficulties.
 May 2016 Proxii
NV
 May 2016 Proxii
NV
What I am trying to say is,
I am well aware that it matters not whether I am with or without you;
I will keep moving,
but I much prefer your limbs with my limbs,
and I enjoy the tragedy you think makes you unable to be loved,
and I'm sorry I didn't touch you a little bit longer,
and when you're here I feel it,
and when you're not I feel it too.

by : Alexandra Crawford
 May 2016 Proxii
Sequestered
Breathe in my breath,
Intoxicate me with your presence;
Let me lose myself in your fragrance,
Till I don't exist anymore...

Ensnared and enchanted
By the one essence of our existence,
Woven into the web of our own wonders;
As we nestled in our lover's nest.

Stinging passion with poison,
Let's attend with urgency to our fervency;
Burning fully in fervent fire and fury,
Flowing in frantic frenzy.

Bodies dripped and dribbled
Lavishly with lickerish longing, lust and love;
Splashing and thrashing in lake of lechery,
Till we're submerged beneath our sin.

Thrusts begets shivering rush,
Pounding with passionate pain and pleasure;
As groans become cacophony of cravings
To be harmonized as symphony...

Hell's hysteria breaks forth,
Thundering into echos of volcanic eruption;
Calmed by the zephyr of heaven's touch...
Cuddled into cocoon of pure bliss.
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