Just memories
Of silent words, looks untold, and worse
The linger of a touch so long awaited
A twisted and unbearable bunch of contorted
And listless emotions
Come, play against my skin, and work me up,
And throw me down.
Enjoy this again.
Second sleep, dreaming of a moment of your flesh
Half glanced, deep fed,
And wander in amongst the weeds of immortality
That there will never be another, not a minute, not an hour
And not a soul so entwined as yours
Suppress my breaths and slip from
Stagnentation into a beautiful world of fantasies and
Decadence.
Name on my lips, hands on my body
Words encrypted on an empty memory, mind not needed.
Only full of painful half said words and desperation.
This was a world not intended for the living
And wasted on the dead.
Echo - and nothing more is you
or I or even substance.
Inconsequential fripperies and nothingness that
Binds a need to open up, and carry on
And just - stop.
Release the edge and take a step upon humanity
Cannot keep a soul in a body reaped with gaps.
Patched up and leaking,
Finally healing
Taking your words and a memory and a feeling
Intoxication.
Love and potency and prescriptions.
Suppress my breathing.
Slow my heart.
Beat - take a moment and enjoy the passing world.
So green, empty birdsong,
Enigmatic.
Slip into a world of self told happiness.
In the end I haven't give up
Just given out
Asleep before Epiphany
Before the world awakes a woven spirit
Tangled in Eden, swallowing finality.
Final words of sense
Open the gate and wander into overdrive.
Crash. And pillow lost, absorbed.
This bed was never big enough
This room is always mine. Always.
Please - hold me, love me,
Make love to me
Remind me of the preciousness, the delicacy of life
Breathe deep inside me and release yourself
And make me believe it - make me believe you
Force me awake, and lull me asleep
Too tender to be bearable
I cannot look into your eyes
All i see is unattainable salvation.
And don't act surprised
Rearranging artifacts and dusting for curls
Reading the obvious and letting the dust settle.
Choke and stumbles
And what was caught in my throat can dribble free
And release you at last.
Eternal burden - visit. Signs of life
[something in me that so few can have]
Burning more alive than anyone.
Lost. walking. finding a way. And choosing not to come back.
Miss you - Miss me?
Dead kisses and wilted flowers
The blossom died, and tinged with brown
But always with the memory.
Flowers on a grave don't last so long
But I am not there.
This is a heart experiencing entrapment
In the Rapture of joy.
Make love to the passing moment.
And dreaming of you, as I go.
Goodnight, Godbless, sleep well.
Sunbeams, bathed in warmth
Never so cold, but never so radiant.
[just hold me]
please.
Return to the beginning, a little bit early.
Pale and perfect.
And totally gone.
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Written September 2nd, 2006
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interesting.
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thankyou for the comment
but this poem is one fluid entity therefore splitting it into any small piece would remove the feeling and point behind the words
as for "reigning myself into a harness" - this is a form in its own right. i beleive u will find a great many literary techniques that have purposely been intergrated. -
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Gad save us if your raw tallent is ever brought into harnas.
When I read, the words are almost a torrant in movement.
Form not withstanding, there are a lot of well made thoughts in here. Again, almost multiable poems of free Verse. In that this
is a creative art, all ideas are acceptable, as is.
I would love to see some portion if this made in freestanding
words in some basic form. Again, it is unique, and excellent,
it could be Mememberable.... forgive my spelling
Rick
Glad you are posting again -
we have a comedian. i choose to accept your comments graciously
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slippery
please touch my penis.reading that made me so hot.very dark and mysterious.i dont even want to know your name just please touch my wang doodle.now that ive gotten that off my chest let me say that this was a rare bit of excellence.very very good,if you keep trying everyday for the next 3 years you might be able to compete with me.3 years without potty breaks.i love being drunk and having a few unsupervised moments for just this very purpose.i loved your poem -
The only poet i know who gets better each and every time
You have TRUE talent
Excellent
Stunning write. I loved it all. That is a hard thing to follow, but I know, for sure you will, which only makes me smile more.
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Wow, that really was something special. I have to agree "Love and potency and prescriptions" sounds fantastic, I picked that line out straight away.
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Haunting
Hey baby, this poem is gorgeous. Where some of your recent poetry has smoldered with emotions, this feels like the ash that is left behind- cooling and blowing away. Even tho I dont follow it completely there are some absolutely fantastic lines here. I love the sounds in "Love and potency and prescriptions." and all the layers of concepts in "Make love to the passing moment." A stunning and bittersweet write xxx -
I have no words for this poem. Don't worry, this is a good thing, it is a rare poem tjhat can render me speachless. I've said it once and I'll say it again. You are fucking amazing.
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semi-speachless
whoa.... that one took me to times over read to hit... wow... very well written... you couldnt have used better words... powerful yet fragile... idk... just wow! -
Intense and Raw
Wow........intense and raw. Powerful write you've got here.
Very well done. I'm impressed.
You seem to compose with a wisdom of an old spirit yet youthful at the same time....complex.
Blessings! Tammy
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