Since I write a lot n not everyone who can be bothered to visit my blog really want to hear poetry I figured I’d start keeping them in here. :)

My tempting deceiver has me kept on my toes;
My heart starts to crack as his resentment grows.
I only long for my love’s mutual content;
To recollect the emotion, the attention spent.
My vessel sits cold, to aid his neglect;
My pleas for romance are never direct.
My gatekeeper, my fortress are practically moot;
My tension is raw yet my thoughts are all mute
He gnaws at my passion, chews up my remorse;
Takes a bite from my heart, returns for another course.
I lay indebted to him, though he lacks the desire;
My mind quakes at the thought of putting out our fire.
So wrong, yet so right, I could never repel;
Never drown the terror that’s progressed so well.
I refuse to let go, though our souls are opposed;
I gave a letter to him with my lifetime enclosed.
He looks at me as though I’m ablaze with destruction;
How could I improve through no gentle instruction?
He fails to manufacture but a simple gesture;
He treats my affection as an attempt to pester.
He refuses to look me directly in the eye;
He acts as though I should go curl up and die.
Maybe then he’d be happy, though I just wanted to feel home;
Of course making a change is like seeking blood from a stone…

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That firm but gentle grasp emits warmth and security;
The movements so intricate like playing a harp;
To penetrate thoughts encased in obscurity;
The silence turns to words that are discreet yet sharp.
To abstain from a compliment is futile at best;
Feelings drip from my vessel and embalm the beholder;
I spill my emotions therfore failing the test;
A butterfly flits down the back of my shoulder.
Those eyes are glazed like ice while mine begin to thaw;
It hurts that the fixations mute the results;
The world quakes and souls quiver, yet it’s easy to ignore;
My infactuations are raw, Im opposed to follow cults.
Alternating from blissful delight to quivering pain;
It’s hard to feel a difference, it’s so beautiful and decadent;
There’s no right way around it, names are taken in vain;
Thoughts are more simple with the lack of a resident.
Engorged with desire, entwined and weaving;
The cool air turns musky, through emitting heat;
An overwhelming sensation keeps it’s member from leaving;
Astounded we lay with our fantasy complete.

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She wandered in darkness with a heart made of stone;
Praying for sanctuary, she needs to feel home.
The painted on smiles of the idle puppets;
Are seemingly sweet, though their lies come in buckets.
They’re pure and they’re pitying, but she can’t help but wonder;
Why does her distain illuminate from under?
Is it authentic or is there a motive?
Regardless of which they are endlessly doting.
Though they may be of cloth or of china or wood;
Her heart would refuse a new life if it could.
There’s a ray of light in her cloud of despair;
Her world would be lost if the light wasn’t there.
Yet with such beautiful vibrance and intention for good;
She feels the light doesn’t shine as bright as it could.
Her hearts waking up yet it feels like she’s choking;
Her aortic saviour is thought provoking.
With her heart so courageous it’s a mystery why;
Her mind makes her feel like shed much rather die.
In the darkness of her imagination lays the evil sorceress;
She weaves intricate webs of horror to aid her stress.
If this wretched demon should ever let die;
And find the guts to look her straight in the eye…
Maybe shed put out the fire inside;
Who knows then, if her hate would reside..

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It knows nothing of the world outside it’s own;
Gently stirring in it’s solitary abyss;
Its barrier refuses the urban stenches;
The constant stream of steel corpses hauled by mankind.
It knows nothing of the worlds omitted sincerity:
The deceitful robots, the beings without compassion.
Though there’s beauty in the world it fears being loathed;
With no instinct or guidance it’s cowers;
Naturally frightened.
It knows nothing of the worlds merciless glare;
It reclines towards comfort while awaiting an answer;
Eventually mabye it’ll coax it’s way out,
It’ll free itself from fear and find the good in the world.
With so many roses in it’s backyard alone;
Surely the inner workings of earth might have something to show;
Something that hasn’t been corrupted;
With the aid of love it’s life will excel;
After all,
It knows nothing of the world until it leaves it’s own.
Without courage maybe love will lead the way.

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Kept awake in the night with the thought of losing you;
Its hard to fathom what light you see in me.
I tremble at the thought of our loves funeral,
I pray to my imaginative figment that your love never ceases.
With your delicate rememberance of my salt in your wounds;
The gentle reminders, are more than skindeep;
Yet you remain my diamond, your flawless exterior holds no battle scars.
The abyss that consumes me when you’re contained in your cell;
My vessel becomes a wick, alight with emotion, ablaze with torment.
My senses are heightened around you;
Like rain on rose petals, your scent and your touch remain after collisions.
I crave your sultry scent and your invigorating tones;
Your gentle caressing, your charismatic mannerisms.
You are my rose, your thorns are overlooked;
Yet while my porcelain skin is pricked with jealousy it’s harder to smile.
One wish is that my perpetual inadequacy might stumble upon your ill acclaimed history;
Maybe it could discard it’s self loathing and enjoy this moment.
My recollection holds blissful memoirs, with your face carved into my mind;
I only hope that your beauty and grace can overcome the past.
I’ve dreamt, I’ll dream again;
Though i’ll always remember, endlessly devoted, youre with me along the way…

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Laying here on my raincloud I can’t help but wonder…
How something so light, so virgin, so beautiful…
Becomes but another disaster waiting to happen.
The disturbance of a wedding, the exhasterbation of a funeral…
The destruction of your new skin, the birth of a renewed plan.
Though it’s vessel contains miracles and it’s gifts are sacred for others;
It’s hard to find comfort in the darkness of it’s chambers.
My nostalgias what kills me, my heart fills with scorn;
Through the tears in fabric a raging flame burns.
Why so much pain stirring on my silver domain?
The replicated answer remains as true as your beauty…
While you await your shallow destiny as you venture towards our future;
My heart crumbles, yet I envy your commitment.
You’re embedded in pixels, wading through surreal messages;
Your mind, consumed by inexplicable text is being exploited by robots.
Though the robots are programmed to smile, they brainwash, they utilise;
Their one objective to excel, to sell and work well.
No life past their laughs beneath their hollow shell;
Yet without them your world is as bleak as mine.
Your cloud dims when you’re not in your tower;
My spark dies as you look at me like the mona lisa.
To let your flame live on the nights have to be cold…
I miss your scent, your warmth, even your sound.
As I try to fill the hole, to purify my cloud, I think about your fire;
I wilt and I weep, yet my heart refuses to let your flame die.

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