Poetry
June 19, 2006
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by AzureSkyy <cruel_reality@hotmail.com>
For the love of god, someone else post! Kudos to Kutulu, and Stacy, and jhyde, though, of course, for their posts! Show them some love, comment, everyone? Kutulu especially, on Angels Have Wings To Fly. ^_^; Adieu.
Teeth, Nails, Sex, Blood, And Blades [*]
By: ~Matt S.~
I've been holding back for so very long
Trying to make myself known to you
But never taking that final step
Are you done is it over
Can we finally begin out fairytale?
I'll bring the flowers and poetry
You bring the whips and razors
Because I like teeth and nails with my sex and blood.
I don't want to strip on the table
But don't think I won't tease in private.
This Side Of The Moon By: ~Matt S.~ This poem is dedicated to Laura Leigh Blaine, without whom I may not walk this earth as a human, but as a soulless, broken being with nothing to live by ... I've been Broken up and Beaten down Used by them and throw around Where is my savior where is my angel Can you grant me sanctuary can I be Saved? Save me save me please try don't let me die Because I'm lost without you and You'd be lost without me You're my teddy bear, love Your laugher is what lets me say I can make it another day Your voice gives me life Your words make me whole And your comfort deflects the blade of strife I need to have you near me, because without you, I couldn't help but cry Only why does it have to be this way? Why why why? Together we make a person, but alone we can't even fly Alone we break ... Like another's shattered bed of lies ...You can't give butterfly kisses... ...If you have broken wings... We need to find our own person Who can give us those wings So that we can fly away to anywhere at all Because we're the most beautiful things This side of the moon.
Watch Me Watching You
By: ~[.x.Esoteric.x.]
Everyday I watch you ..
Your walk ..
How you hold yourself ..
Your hands ..
How you speak ..
Your eyes ..
How you hide it all away ..
With such perfect ease
But sometimes ... Your armor parts
But sometimes ... Your shields fall
But sometimes ... Your thoughts bleed out your eyes ...
And I can tell
That you just want to say
I'm weak My life is shattered
My heart is My soul is crushed
My resolve is no more My soul it is crushed
My sanity won't break But this pain I can't take
And this is when I wish ... That, sometimes ... You'd watch me.
Because ... When your armor peels away ...
I wonder: What makes you hurt this way?
Because ... When your shields melt away ...
I think: What brings you down so dark?
Because ... When your soul fills your eyes ...
I wish: That you could see the
Pain that fills mine
All the pain I feel for you ...
Each and every time
That I want to hel heal ...
The pain fills my eyes.. And bleeds into my heart
When I realize that .. You don't want it to be healed.
You don't want to be healed
Because now that you're hurt
You can hang your head
Tell your story
And say Look What Happened To Me!
I Don't Want That Again!
But you're really hiding
Denying yourself
By hiding it all away in the wells of your soul.
Leap Of Faith -- This one looks so much better center'd ... *sigh* By: ~Matt S.~ I'm setting myself up To take a dive A leap of faith Looking with blinded eyes This should be no surprise That I'm going to risk temptation and damnation To steal away your sorrow
Carnal Light By: ~[.x.Esoteric.x.] Swayed by your sorcery Embraced all of it's passion Tangled in sensual obsession Lost in the folds of erotic sensation Object of exotic possession Never let me go Magic and mystery Be my sorcerer Cast your spell on me So that nobody can see me The way that you see me In love's carnal light Pure and simple delight Watch these eyes bleed blue Pure and simple and true Sorcery consumes me Your spell weaves through to my heart Envelope my body in yours Share the passion give into the sensation I'm your object of possession Entranced with your erotic confessions Carnal light light this night
Published: June 20, 2006
Editor: stacy
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