Weblog » Tags » poetry (all)

  • My Dream

    Lips brush, fingers touch, salty breath laps my skin But it is a dream. Time consumes me You said there is no time, but I feel every movment of the second hand proding my mind Waiting. Louder, louder, the moments p…

  • Ocean of Time

    Wow, its been a long time. I didn't realize how long until now. Funny how that is. Time I mean. They say that time cures and kills. Well, maybe "they" don't say that, but I do. For me time seems to be seeping into th…

  • Quick Random Thought

    Have you ever noticed how when the waves are dashed upon the rocks they become white, no matter how dark they were the moment before. The water breaths like a huge body as it swells and it seems to move not according to…

  • Feelings

    Feelings are interesting things. They live inside like an animal partialy hidden from view. I don't know how strong the creature is or if it will eventualy bite me if I try to get close but right now I don't care. Why …

  • Know mE

    The centripetal motioN Of human existence fogs ouR Minds into a state of self-blindeD Ignorance. Assumptions incessantlY Contrive twisted demons of altered realitieS. Demons that are chosen to be seen opposeD To the man…

  • Words You'll Never Hear

    Unspoken words, unspoken words Unspoken words I can't tell you. My face burns, my heart convulses within And I pray my eyes don't betray me. My silkworm tongue weaves smooth half-truthes That slip through my lips like ro…

  • Daydreams

    I bleed myself to ease the pressure, My thoughts of you consume me. How can I still fear loosing you When you're already gone. We damage each other with our daydreams And potential nightmares, Our conversations collisio…

  • Surrender

    My heart it writhes in hot delight As I stare upon the blinded night, The warm night air caress my face And take me from my fallen state. I have no home or calm embrace My wondering soul, my lonely fate. I feel the du…

  • Unfinished Poetry

    Here's something I started and I came across in my notebook. I don't think its done yet, but I needed a place to store it and what better place than xanga?!Confusions, as twisted as my veins.Frustration becomes natural a…

  • Do You Know?

    This is a poem I wrote a while ago in response to the female babies who are aborted in India in order for their parents to avoid having to pay a dowry when they are to be married. Even today females chilren in India are…

Recent Weblogs