| Poetry and Pictures |
a normal day I suppose I should fade into my head againa normal day by *lil-vespia-noir
Those twisted realms where the flowers bloom
In strange arrangements and parings
Any poet would scream at my mind
Why, I placed a Hibiscus near a Marigold
An offset match, I am told
But in those corners of my thoughts
Little creatures appear and play on the strings of my fear
Plucking the strands and dancing on my misery
I close my eyes and feel them in my eye socket
I blink them away and peer in the mirror
I see them dancing, and I smile ear to ear
I guess its not too much to ask
If I may pour another shot from the flask
And lay my head upon your lap
If I lean too far I can feel my py
Spring Cleaning The sickening slam-dunkSpring Cleaning by *Scarlettletters
his heart made
when it hit the floor
like a soft boiled egg -
so she scooped it up
and fed it lovingly to the bird,
wondering why the litter pan
had not been emptied
and the kitchen smelled of sweat.
Her husband took up
too much room
she decided,
along with the credenza
stuffed in the closet.
She couldn't get the vacuum
round them both.
and his shadow was eating up
too much daylight.
Ventricle There may never be anything betterVentricle by ~NeverTheWanted
than biting his tongue
and blood rushing in my ears...
Anything sweeter
than how his eyes melt
into pure infinity,
Anything stronger
than the beat
beneath his flesh...
There may never be another
who will let me let it go
and build a world
- a wall
a post -
for a dwelling
for a night...
So to the quiet,
to the silent,
the the inexperienced aural...
Just enjoy it.
Definition of Man Hands that bend steelDefinition of Man by ~snowraven0
and carve mountains
have the ability to touch me with
soft, secret, promises.
Lips that spin lies
tell tales
and hide regrets
offer up the most sacred of words
like
"I love you".
Eyes, the color of the ocean,
show roaring emotion when your
rosed colored lips show nothing.
when your hands stay by your side.
Hands, Lips, Eyes.
All surounded by your porcelain skin
soft and smooth where the sun doesnt kiss
and rough from your years of work.
You, My love, are the definition of
Man.
Sta.sh
