The truth is disgusting

 

There it is

 

You sang to me

 

Complicated

 There are things in life that are complicated! There are things in  life that are very complex and hard to understand! Don't assume that you can understand anything about anyone! Don't assume that you can understand anything! There are things in life that are very hard to understand! You get that?

Aaaa! Curse words!

 

The Sun Rising Launch Audio in a New Window BY JOHN DONNE

 The Sun Rising 

BY JOHN DONNE

               Busy old fool, unruly sun,

               Why dost thou thus,

Through windows, and through curtains call on us?

Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?

               Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide

               Late school boys and sour prentices,

         Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,

         Call country ants to harvest offices,

Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,

Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

               Thy beams, so reverend and strong

               Why shouldst thou think?

I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,

But that I would not lose her sight so long;

               If her eyes have not blinded thine,

               Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,

         Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine

         Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.

Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,

And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

               She's all states, and all princes, I,

               Nothing else is.

Princes do but play us; compared to this,

All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.

               Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,

               In that the world's contracted thus.

         Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be

         To warm the world, that's done in warming us.

Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;

This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

Silent love

 

Love me

 

Vanilla

 

Why do you need attraction?

 Why do you need attraction? Why do you need to be attracted to anyone? Why? Attraction is random and pointless! It's unscientific for people to be attracted to each other. You're just being stupid for stupidity's sake! Grow up and get over having crushes! It's just stupid, so stop it!

My Rage © Lorilei Brown

 

My Rage

© Lorilei Brown

Published by Family Friend Poems September 2013 with permission of the Author.

During my childhood I was badly abused
and as I grew older, I became the accused.

The beating I took came straight from dad,
who used every obstacle to beat me so bad.

That tears that I've shed were because of fear,
that kick that I took it deafened my ear.

Doing hard labor at the age of nine
keeping the torment in back of my mind.

Eventually I became this child of steel
hard as a rock, with no tender feel.

I became immune to the blows to my head
as the tips of my welts that slightly bled.

The pain, it faded and my mind grew weak,
but as my body grew stronger, I became this freak.

He said he'll teach me from wrong to right,
but my rage grew stronger, so I stood to his fight.

He kicked down my door, I stood to my feet
he sensed the difference as our eyes finally meet.

I held no fear by the stare of my eyes
I was no longer afraid, but wanted him to die.

Speechless we stood as my fist starts to flinch
while he drew closer, I never flinched.

His first blow landed forcefully on my eye
I shook it off and said, "It's your turn to cry".

We fought like caged animals, He fell hard on the floor
I spat in his face and said, "NO MORE!".

After that night no two words were said,
walking to the beach with conflicting thoughts in my head.

Like: What did I do?, but yet felt as ease
I was happy to see him begging me please.

Was it the right thing for me to attack?
For the beatings to stop so he won't hit me back? 

It must be the way for him to leave me alone.
I saw the fear in his eyes that had once been my own.

As I grew older it lingered in my mind
the memories I harbored never stayed behind.

I figured, "I'll be respected if I fight my way through
because I've powered over my dad and I can power over you".

I never started trouble, but if it came my way
I'd fight to destroy with nothing to say.

The littlest thing you do can get me mad
who knows what will happen as you fade into dad.

My past still haunts me after all these years
it brings me power and hides my fears.

When I get into rage I can no longer see,
but I know you're my dad who stands in front of me.

I'll give all I've got till the damage is done
once again my past has won.

I've abused so many loved ones or not,
but I never cared and I never stopped.

It took that one night when she yelled it at me,
"The Devils in your eyes, Oh GOD please help me!".

The fear that I saw it made my heart burn
I wanted to run, but no where to turn.

I looked deep in her eyes and I seen myself there
she was badly bruised, just shaking with fear.

Now I'm in prison and paying my dues
for the damages I've caused with scared black & blues.

The memories continue to haunt me today
I want it to stop, please GOD take it away.

Lorilei Brown. "My Rage." Family Friend Poems, Sep 2013. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-rage 

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Ha! Ha! Ha! You're in pain!

The world says, "Ha! Ha! He-he! Hoo-hoo! You're crying! I caused you pain! I caused you grief! Let me la la la laugh, such laughter at your tears! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Such laughter at your tears, your pain! I make you cry! See your tears! I cause you grief! Such joy at your torment!"

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! For God's sake! For God's most high and holy sake! Care about others! Care about whether people cry! What if, in the sight of God, what if you found out that the people who you hurt are of more worth than you, you slime wad of refuse? What if you found that when you hurt others, that you deserve whatever pain you receive from them? Think about that! Think about it long and hard! Ask your own soul, "Can it ever be right for me to worship myself and hate all others?" Grow up! Care about others! Stop caring about yourself! Get over yourself and your greed!

  

From my truthful heart flows my love.... With my pen I speak it all. My pen , the extension of my soul, In you, my unwritten thoughts flow. My pen is my voice The passage of my heart, of my every thought, Of words, just whispering in my heart, Of words, I’m scared to confess, They say, pen is mightier than a sword Yes, through you, I can say everything, Word for word. _Snow_

In My Dreamland (With You)

© Snow

Seeking solace with my pen
Flowing all my unspoken words
All my thoughts, all my dreams
I know my heart will love you until the end.

In my dream, I will see you through
From dawn I will be waiting
Until dusk, I will be there too.

Soaring high on the wings of my dreams
Flying free to an abode of possibilities
Either a fantasy or a reality
It won’t matter to me.

In my dreamland where I wake up
With my first thought and
My last thought was of you.

And when the soft touch of sunrise awakens me
I get my pen and scribe everything
All my dreams, all my love, a life with you
Be my last heartbeat ends with you
I love you

Source: http://www.lovelifepoems.net/love-poem/in-my-dreamland-with-you

  

Pascal

Ma Chère Rose

© Sutekh Adamah

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

See her breast cupped; stretch the stitches of her blouse.
As if swollen with milk, my flame only her water could douse.
Lingers of secluded comfort, like a forest cottage house.
My fingers warm between her soft cleavage, like a hiding mouse.

Her nipples harden from my whispers in the air.
As her body heats up, her sweat gives off a scent so rare.
Undress her body, sounds of her clothes as they tear.
Like electric musical notes, rise from her body like hair.
No other woman has ever had a skin so fair.
Like a roses petals, no other flower could compare.
Taunting Eden's apple, as if to rival a pear.

See her sway her thighs and hips.
Like a rose in the wind, petals swell from the tips.
Softest leather feel, back arched like a crack from the whip.
Tall smooth legs, like a mast of a ship.
And the rain on her sails, taste of honey to lips.

Your arms like shields, rose's petal points lifted.
Touch of your fingers, ten angel pianists, heavenly gifted.
Easily make a man's emotions feel shifted.
Dancing in the mind of every dream he has drifted.

Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.
Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.
And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires.
Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

Her smooth bottled neck, over her soft shoulders
Holds a face of beauty, eyed in all beholders.
A rose lost in the forest, graceful, triumphant, and wild.
Enchanted mystic youth, pretty, majestic, like a fairy's child.

Beautiful arms even Hercules could not grace.
Like two pythons, leave a man breathless in embrace.
And the pressure they do impart,
Have the power to forever imprison your lover in your heart.

I could never forget her sweet smelling perfumed hair.
Blowing in the air as if God's winds, were trying to stare.
Her eyes which contact made you frozen,
Put you in a spell that made you swear that you were chosen.
Trapped in fleeting notions,
Her lips tasting of Love's potions.

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy

Source: http://www.lovelifepoems.net/love-poem/ma-chere-rose-french-for-my-dear-rose

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Recreation BY AUDRE LORDE

  Recreation

BY AUDRE LORDE

Coming together   

it is easier to work   

after our bodies   

meet

paper and pen

neither care nor profit

whether we write or not

but as your body moves

under my hands   

charged and waiting   

we cut the leash

you create me against your thighs   

hilly with images

moving through our word countries   

my body

writes into your flesh

the poem

you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight   

as moon fires set in my throat   

I love you flesh into blossom   

I made you

and take you made

into me.

[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In] E.E. CummingsBy E.E. Cummings

[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]

By E.E. Cummings More E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

E.E. Cummings. "[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]." Family Friend Poems, 2006. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-by-ee-cummings  

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Shakespeare by Nabokov

Amid grandees of times Elizabethan
you shimmered too, you followed sumptuous custom;
the circle of ruff, the silv'ry satin that
encased your thigh, the wedgelike beard - in all of this
you were like other men… Thus was enfolded
your godlike thunder in a succinct cape.

Haughty, aloof from theatre's alarums,
you easily, regretlessly relinquished
the laurels twinning into a dry wreath,
concealing for all time your. monstrous genius
beneath a mask; and yet, your phantasm's echoes
still vibrate for us; your Venetian Moor,
his anguish; Falstaff's visage, like an udder
with pasted-on mustache; the raging Lear..
You are among us, you're alive; your name, though,
your image, too - deceiving, thus, the world
you have submerged in your beloved Lethe.
It's true, of course, a usurer had grown
accustomed, for a sum, to sign your work
(that Shakespeare - Will - who played the Ghost in Hamlet,
who lives in pubs, and died before he could
digest in full his portion of a boar's head)…

The frigate breathed, your country you were leaving,
To Italy you went. A female voice
called singsong through the iron's pattern
called to her balcony the tall inglesse,
grown languid from the lemon-tinted moon
and Verona's streets. My inclination
is to imagine, possibly, the droll
and kind creator of Don Quixote
exchanging with you a few casual words
while waiting for fresh horses - and the evening
was surely blue. The well behind the tavern
contained a pail's pure tinkling sound… Reply
whom did you love? Reveal yourself - whose memoirs
refer to you in passing? Look what numbers
of lowly, worthless souls have left their trace,
what countless names Brantome has for the asking!
Reveal yourself, god of iambic thunder,
you hundred-mouthed, unthinkably great bard!

No! At the destined hour, when you felt banished
by God from your existence, you recalled
those secret manuscripts, fully aware
that your supremacy would rest unblemished
by public rumor's unashamed brand,
that ever, midst the shifting dust of ages,
faceless you'd stay, like immortality

itself - then vanished in the distance, smiling 

Who took the cookie¿‽

 

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Oh Say Can You See BY VIKTORIA VALENZUELA

 Oh Say Can You See

BY VIKTORIA VALENZUELA

By the dawn's early light, I think of skin; I think of how

Light can shine through my eyelids no matter how hard I close them.

I question, do they see

a lampshade at a neo-Nazi party?

When I think of eyelids

I pet mine with flower petals soaking.

We soak up the sun's rays to make chlorophyll.

Am I a daisy pushed up after someone has died?

When I think of flower petals

I think of honey bees hovering over the sex organs of flowers

and tongues

of black bears. Am I a black bear starving in the forest for lack of bees?

When I think of black bears

I think of polar bears who have white fur but black skin.

Am I a polar bear starving in the Arctic for lack of ice

and seal prey? When I think of I.C.E. I think of brown

skin, that looks just like mine, trying to make it in America.

Am I American if neo-Nazis are running America?

When I think of America, my body aches

for something more protective than skin. Skin is only skin deep.

Skin is only skin

Deep. Black-Red-Yellow-Brown as brown can be.