I pray you'll ignore this unseemly breech
As I press to your flesh like a ravenous leech
Absorbing the joy with which it is laced
While I taste and make haste with no moment's waste
A craving and longing for that sense of belonging
That relentless obsession and fanciful fawning
How can I stave off what I so desperately crave
I will cave like a depraved unsaved slave
Treasure each pleasure however it be dispensed
Consider neither cost nor dreadful consequence
Enduring the stares, the derision and the shame
No good name maintained or bursting into flames
Lying on my bed unwed as my mind swirls with dread
Weighing on my soul seldom consoled and heavy as lead
Days slipping away as hope disappears
So thorough this state of disrepair
My reasoning callow and my conscience calloused
Silently sequestered and surrenduring all malice
I solemnly watched as my dreams were debauched
So tenderly planned yet terribly botched
These grave and decayed displays fill me with unease
Frail foregone fantasies seized with festering disease
Behind my threats sadly lacking teeth
The bones disowned beneath these sheets
I love "frail, forgone
I love "frail, forgone fantasies siezed with a festering disease"...wow...that is a power punch line, peter. Magnificent!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very much! :)
Thank you very much! :)
Wow dude that was deeply
Wow dude that was deeply disturbing! Well done! But seriously, needs an authors comment... I need to know you're ok it seems a depth of pain Farr deeper than I even expected! Great write much eloquence indeed! Cheers s s
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you very very much.
Thank you very very much. I've written cheerful and romantic poems as well as the occasional light and funny one, but I guess it's much easier for me to tap into my dark side. My darker ones tend to be my most honest ones.