Last Lust

Love is a game,

In the name,

Of selflessness and trust,

That I have apprehended at last.


I thought she was in love,

With me and I was proud of,

The fact literally,

Until my eyes her phony nature could see!


From me, time and emotional support she got,

And what not,

Yet she did not trust me possibly,

Since she kept showing lame excuses to me.


Her coming closer to lessen the gap,

Was a sort of sly trap,

That I am now sure of,

Which she did in the name of love.


Twice I was given farcically,

The chances to be one physically,

With her but bizarrely enough like a flying dove,

 She did move away, in the name of love!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I endeavoured to portray an imaginary, lustful character.

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Feelings of inexplicable change

Emotions change..

From the yearning hunger of passion's lust

To the deafening crack of ferocious thunder 

The silent act of collecting dust 

The pain of hearts once cleft asunder

"Alas! No longer!

Must I endure such wonders and conundra? 



Author's Notes/Comments: 

My first ever poem, what do you think? It was really fun to write.

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Dreams and Schemes

My heart races as we lock eyes,

He is dangerous

I am like a gazelle

Who believes a nesting lion is my mate

Blinded by forces unseen. 

He is beautiful

Like an unfinished work of art

Free for interpretation

I am a painter

He is my muse on a blank canvas.

He is a schoolyard bully

I am his nerd

He hits me so hard i taste blood

Bile rises in the back of my throat

But i love the pain of it.

But He is poison

And i am his victim

Slowly suffering from his effects

Longing for a way

To turn the tables.

Now he is the target,

I am the loaded gun,

About to pull the trigger...

I Look For Company in the Cracks

and he will leave me alone tonight

Again within my darkness, my question and fright

and again, again my emotions are denied

And again I pretend to be okay, when a heart is fried


I'd like to know just one thing

Will there ever be an answer to bring?

Night by night, without a knock on my door

Tears so frozen, still thoughts bringing me so sore


I embrace my shadows and what I have been ripped from

I try to look up to the sky, and yet there's still no sight of a visible sun

Your lies cloud the beauty from what I could see

Your lies take away from what I thought could be


and it's all so obvious, yet my boredom chooses to hold me up so

To the still of chained emotions, trying to grasp the shadows made of woe

and again, I still do not  know why

When my only entertainment is looking forward to another lie..


With your words draped in sweet clever disguises

Lead me only to questions and silent demises

You again speak of love so freely

But I can tell by your eyes you don't hold it dearly


and I'll wait intently again for more words to keep me company

So I can cling to something, someone, but instead I look forward to agony

It's something I don't quite understand

but it's the closest I have to someone else's hand


and he will leave me alone for another night

Still without another explanation, I cling to an empty sight




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To Love

I yearn to love, a love with a passion

Joining hearts, a fatal attraction

To be fondled by your words alone, holding on to promises by your lips

To savor the sweetness and emotion that drips

Let us hold together, let our eyes slowly find and meet

Let all time stop, with nothing but our heartbeats

Wishing Upon a Polymer

Sometimes I sit alone, among the fire,

Like a Cartesian lover, holding desire.

I wonder what is love at all,

Be it lust or, like a blinded fool,

Is it nothing? Is it like air,

Breathed through despair?

Or something solemn, unkind,


You fly, drowned in the Icarian Sea,

Giddy with joy, soaring curiously.

Oh Daedalus, help me to fly,

Not too close, from the sun in the sky.

Lay me among natures beauty,

In those moments I sit and think of you.


Baruch likes
Marvel's wife
he likes being


with her
likes her near
Marvel said


come over
come play chess
have a few drinks


a smoke or so
and so he has
and Marvel's wife is there


and she's got the drinks
and made up
some sandwiches


and sits nearby
watching the TV
and he sees her there


wearing the red dress
her dark hair
and when she walks


across the room
he catches sight
of her swaying ass


the tightness of the dress
where it holds
and he looks


half knowingly
so as not
to arouse Marvel's


but little
does Marvel know


that Baruch has seen her
when he was out
on his job


little did he know
his wife has brought
Baruch in


got him a drink
and relaxed him
on the white sofa


shut the mutt
in the other room
and said


how do you like your drink?
and he said


and so she got him
a cool drink
and swayed back to him 


leaning down towards him
easing down
her fine breasts


towards him
and that time
when she was


all over him
kissing his neck
coming on strong


and the sofa
where Marvel's wife
sits now


has been a place
of serious love making
but Marvel thinks only


of the next chess move
his stubby fingers
moving his piece


thinking of checkmate
not seeing Baruch's eyes
on his wife


as she sits
on the white sofa
and Baruch takes in


her knees
the legs crossing over
Marvel smoking


his cigarette
smiling as he moves
his bishop


his eyes on the board
and his wife sitting there
behind his back


on the sofa
lying back
pointing to Baruch


her lonely cleavage
and he smiling
one eye


on the board
and on his queen
and the other eye


seeking an opening
in her dress
some visual


to take home
some dream piece
to take to bed


and turn around
and around
inside his head.

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some days im fine, 

some days im not

all these things i try to hide

i look for a place to run

should i just give up,

would i be able to walk away?

how do i do that

i been keeping quite

it wouldnt be fair to you

if i said what i wanted to say

i respect how you feel

and i cant change that 

 i can only hope that things will get better

but its hard some days

and doubt feels my head


how did i get here

where do i turn 

could i do i just turn around and walk away

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Dream For Me

Castrate the blame from your temper,

There is devotion to your temple;

I worship each drop of blood from your hungered kiss,

Drugged and sated; empowered, insatiable yearning,

A coffin for your fears to dwell in,

As forests burn and the skies crumble,

Passion burns so bright; all that is left are the ashes,

You smile, but your eyes show torture.


Child soldier bleeding, stitching the wound to keep on breathing,

Dragged through the trenches, with only himself as the enemy:

Identity fixed with a diagnosis and alien prescription,

Medicated cure for the human symptoms,

Creating a man-made preservation: 

Lawless, careless; trading handshakes for guns,

A lust for love, nurtured by anxiety:

Dream for me, and I will be yours. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The battles we go through ourselves, and through others, to reach equal ground, understanding, but also something much deeper than anything each have known.