Dreary Cold

I close my eyes
and dance
under the rain's dreary cold
wanting to drown
in each drop
that falls
like tears from a distant heaven

It hurts
my God
it hurts so much
as they fall
it feels
like a stinging reminder
of a time long ago
I hate yesterday
because that's where our memories reside
I hate today
because I miss you so much
and I hate tomorrow
because you won't be there
to wake up next to me
my God this hurts so much
I want
to see you
again
I want
to hold you
again
I want
to not feel this hurt
anymore

I hate
that I have time
to miss you
I hate
having to wait for the darkness
of an overcast
to dance as if I'm alive

Deep . . . amazingly deep. Damn I like this poem!!

Nope not gay but this has to be the best response imaginable. I'm going to seduce my girlfriend tonight with hopes of our evening being like my poem.

No I've published anything but honestly it's amazing to even think my work is good enough. I simply write because I enjoy it.

Body Language

Although
midnight's sensuality
has left our words unspoken
my soul
can recite
every rhythm
moan
and whisper
your body wants to scream

Teasingly slow
you reveal
the essence of your beauty
as I shiver
with excitement
wanting to explore every part of your nakedness
until the passionate flow
of your femininity's perfect river
begins to ebb and flow
as if the flood gates of love
has opened
and the emotional tide can no longer be restrained

I want to drown
in the eternity
of this one night
the soft kisses of your breath
against my flesh
the touch of your hands
defining each breath
I take
the star glistened sweat of our bodies conversation
as desires
takes us on a journey
never before experienced

This is simply beautiful

Unquenched Thirst

Can you
feel
the ache
that burns beautifully painted dreams
into my thoughts
so that I am never without your presence

Can you
feel
what this pain is doing to me
how it's twisting me so
that each moment
with
or with only my thoughts of
you
makes me lose
every breath
and ounce of strength
I have
to where it seems as if I'm melting

Can you
feel
my unquenched thirst
of wanting you
more
and more
the delicious
soul manipulating hunger
of the desire
deep within me
to be
with you
to be
a part of you
for the forever of my life time
and throughout
heaven's eternity

Thank you mzrosie

Definition of . . .

Permanence
the state of everlasting
unchanging
indefinite
never ending
perpetual in its existence
indestructible
like
our love

Throwing Punches

Cloaked
in the madness that authors my soliloquy
I sway
in drunken anger
throwing punches at the emptiness
you left me in
yes
this is your fault

I'm mad
that you're gone
and it's ********
that you’re gone
because I yearn the burn of the liquor
that eases our arguments
you don't understand
I'm not
an alcoholic
I’m not the drunk
you make me out to be

I laugh
at the perception that I'm an addict
I can quit
if you stop wanting to fight
and it's YOU
that's throwing our life away
you're destroying our family
I worked so hard to make
LEAVE!
I don't care . . . I'll just keep throwing punches
at the emptiness

Home Is Where . . .

As I closed the door
the sound of its click opened our memories
leaving me to stand in silence
thinking
feeling
the moments when we were
more than the words
that led you to the very door
I can't seem to let go of
the one that led you to the path
from my life

I know it's not possible
but it's almost as if
I can feel a draft as cold
as the emptiness of not having you here
so I imagine
the warmth of never arguing with you
never saying the things
I knew would hurt you

And as I stand here
hand still on the door because I am afraid
of letting it go
I wonder
without hope
if I will hear the knock my heart is begging for
if time
and love
if it ever
really
had a place in our hearts
will allow you to discover a reason
that will lead you back to where you belong
to where your heart is

Simply beautiful . . . and I haven't had a chance to do anything in the class as my business took over another agency. So we tripled our client base and let me tell you, it's been sooooo busy

I thought about making this more about hope but in the end, sometimes we do cry. And sometimes crying heals. But thank you.

Thank you for the compliments . . . now I have a big head.

Thank you everyone . . . I try. Hey 2kids and Ainjel, glad to see you still enjoy my work.

I Cry

I stand
as close as possible
to yesterday
knowing
it was then that I felt alive
hoping
it will comfort me now
through the grieving wind's chill

It is my thoughts
that drag me through
the pain
time and again
and yet
it is those very same thoughts
that fill my soul

I wrap
my arms around myself
wanting to believe
that though you're not here
my hands could never be
as empty as time's churning hands

Maybe
this is why I'm foolishly
dreaming
that you never left
yet you did
and I am here
alone
and that is why
I cry

You're very welcome

A Few Clouds

A few clouds
move
about
around and through
the last vestige of sunlight

It's kind of warm
for an autumn evening
especially since the rain has passed
so there are a thousand things to do
in the city
on a Saturday
but here we are
sitting in the easy quiet
of us alone
feeling the breeze from the open window
there are no words
and none are needed

As the first star
awakens
it seems to struggle to find its way
as a few clouds
move
about
around and through
the evening's beginning light
it's night time
on a Saturday
so there are a thousand things to do
yet here were are
waiting
for the last star
to rise
and the candle to flicker out
as we discover
the beauty of a soft kiss
and the rest of the evening's possibilities
that are there for us to enjoy

Yes

Though
you've yet to touch me
I can feel
your hands
slowly
undressing me
teasing me
as the intentions
in your eyes
weakens my resolve

My heart
is sure
you cannot know
what it is
that you are doing to me
how you
dangerously manipulate my desires
making me believe
in you . . . in us

Damn

You see
I've told myself
that life's impossible
is the softer side
of love
the part
that doesn't hurt
the part
that is gentle
the reason why
fools fall

And this is why
my thoughts beg you
without words
to stop
because this cannot be real
I need you
to please stop making this feel
beautiful
because my body
my soul
my heart
is losing control
and I want to say
yes

This is real poetry. Seriously. This is what I strive yet cannot write. This is what drives me to write more and more. I love this one. Seriously.