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Showing posts with label sam. Show all posts
Sunday, August 2, 2009
In Mind
Build then four walls cascading into each,
my peripheral vision only the sky to reach;
the simmering clouds seemed like a fairytale
as I envision thee as glamorous as a nightingale.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sunshine
Dark clouds are forming,
and they slowly enshroud;
bright skies are blackening -
the approaching thundercloud.
It wet the entire place,
soaked, for hours drenched;
until a ray of light embrace,
glimmering from the other end.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
An Embrace
Touch me where it matters,
and as you run your fingers,
outline the shape of my heart
attaching it so it may not part.
Dramatize your fingering pressure
and stir my heart a pleasant fissure,
as I try catching my breath,
my increased breathing that I hath.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Myriad
I know, that there is more than meets the eye,
and that these poems are not sufficient to express,
not of how much I would be missing you,
but rather, the unwillingness to say goodbye
as I have not shown you what I deeply suppress,
my soul, my heart, my thoughts for you.
There is but just a never ending unwritten list,
and it gets longer as I ruminate my thoughts,
intriguing to conspire, to familiarizing you,
making you see, that I am a mere pragmatist
with a devious sickening mind and insights
sending many running and fleeing, all but you.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Recollection
I would like to bring forth the present
and banish the past into an abyss,
wishing somehow that I was god sent
as I slowly ache closer to Eve's kiss.
Thinking; this could just be it,
the break from my perversion.
Anxious and impatience meet,
and cold feet stumbled my motion.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Fore Words Motion
Rest thy soul, and relax the mind,
indulge in me, not or I shall insert
these words of comfort, to bind,
to constrict, and hugging to assert.
We then move in sync bodily,
and through mentally they link
with a slight tingle anatomically,
as we have more, than just a drink.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
In Thoughts
How can I perspire
in this cold and frigid state,
when my heart alone is on fire
and constantly thinking about our date.
I cannot imagine
how dull life would have been,
if not for such rush of adrenaline,
for the likes of such at the age of sixteen.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Impart
For me to say;
it is but yet the time...
that perhaps someday, one day,
together we could entwine.
To say of my fondness,
I like how crazy this feeling,
if I can just feel your loveliness -
my day would surely be amazing.
For me to speak;
I am muted to as my heart is,
to confessing, my knees will grow weak,
thinking solely of giving a butterfly kiss.
To speak my heart aloud,
I shall, facing upon one another,
the adrenaline higher than any cloud,
sealing with pashing under a three-leaf clover.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Impressions
A promise made, unbroken and true,
this could be fate but I have not a clue,
and while you appear to be pretty and psychotic,
I just love someone with such characteristic;
let me in, allow me to dwell deeper,
show me your heart that I may know better.
Believing in fantasies - imagination runs wild,
your picturesque physique all timid and mild
but deep down, you are a caliente archetype,
annoyed as your sister she would incisively gripe
and leave you moaning, grouching the innocent me,
and then having me composing a poem for thee.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Shyahn
Allow me to cuddle your outline tonight,
never letting you fall out from my sight
as we embrace the stillness of night
and burst out in laughter as we may fight.
If there is another time, don a miniskirt;
pardon my words though, they tend to blurt,
but do say thank you, least for my effort,
to be the uncanny suitor as we flirt.
Awe-inspiring
I know not more than I think,
fathoming this, come lets' drink;
let me buy you a cup at least
and we can catch up till we please;
tell me then of your awesomeness,
your silliness and your craziness
for there is more than meets my eye,
and I am not ready to bid ye goodbye.
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