Somenosuke

Reveal Me

Plant a kiss on my lips with sticky sweet abandon.
Touch my soul with gentle hands.
Dance with me in the aura of the silky moonlight
In a blue field with black flowers
While the wind blows through us.

Embrace me with arms of burgundy satin.
Look into my eyes to see the flame within.
Whisper to my ear with porcelain words.
Feel my heart beat with the primal rhythm of the universe.

Sing to me like the lonely bird that sings at night in my trees.
Uncover my secrets, my enigmas, and all that I am.
Uncover it to find the pure blue inside of me.
The pure blue that is my love.

Reveal Me.

(And now for some random haiku.)

1
gentle flower blooms
in a sun-kissed valley of life
teeming with wonder.

2
the fires rage on
feep inside my tortured heart;
the fires of love.

3
water flows like silk
between my tired fingers
but cleanses me well.

4
rustling leaves fall
into the swallowing stream
on journeys unknown.


That's about it for now, I guess..

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Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.

Angel

I like your style. It sings to me.
Hope you share more with us.

And I am really liking your sig. line.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

Somenosuke

Thank you, Angel. I was kind of afraid to post anything, because I am my own worst critic, but I said "what the heck" and just posted something. I really like your poetry, as well. Here is something else I wrote.. It's kind of depressing, really, but happy love-related stuff isn't all I write anyway. Best to give a sampling of everything I write, yes? Without further hesitation..

Untitled Poem about Badsucky Things (<---I guess that's a title, isn't it? ^_^ )

This indigo leech of loneliness nibbles its way to my tired bones
While I lay motionless, like a weathered, rotted log
And the earth gives birth to walls of impenetrable materials made
Of alloys never before seen by the blind, but alert eyes of man.

Layer after layer, more walls tear through the dirt and encase me
In a prison with no ceiling, too high to climb out of, too deep to allow
Even one shadow of hope for escape, and my black and white eyes see
Only the sky with the acid rains, or the clear sky with the cold stars and hot moon.

So, so many try and break through these walls, and many believe that there are
None between them and me, but contrarily I am heavily guarded like the world’s
Last diamond, doomed to see nothing but that which keeps me safe,
That which keeps me isolated, that which keeps me from being reached, touched,
Fondled, held, kissed, ogled, marveled at up close, and appreciated for what I am.
But I will these walls to be built. Yet, I don’t.

Indigo leeches and alloy walls you can’t penetrate
I am protected in my prison with no ceiling
Doomed already to see only two skies
No happy medium
No freedom
No climbing, no aid, no one to hold me the way I want to be held..

For I am a lonely diamond.

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Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.

J.R.V.A.

Great writing, I enjoy reading your stuff. Thanks

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Somenosuke

Thank you. The opinion is mutual. Here is a little more..

Untitled

So here this girl sits,
Eyes on the dirt at her knees,
And soaked with tears.

She laments silently without
But screams within,
Her steel-covered heart
Creaking in a sickening chorus
As it tries to mend the scars.

She opens it so easily,
Knowing the pain is inevitable,
But she takes it anyway.
She is the unfortunate doll of chance,
Anguish’s bitter whore.

She is all too optimistic,
Despite the pain thrust upon her,
Running her through with ten thousand daggers,
Turning her heart into a putrid, pathetic mush,
While she waits for the fairytale ending that will never come.



Delapidated..

Like teeth grating on dry bone, your voice scrapes my ears viciously, making me want to weep..
wanting to sink into the deep, foul bowel of agony.
Your thoughts spew from your twisted lips,
clouding my clear mind with a putrid black paste,
shrouding all I know in darkness, and making it the unknown.
Confusion births calamity in the dirtied trails of my mind where
thoughts push against thoughts and scream to be noticed as
they run about, veils over their eyes of choking, clogging sewage.
Seeping from the pores of befuddlement is my undoing, woven by
your spider-like words, thin legs working like light to enslave and
suck and drain and choke and strangle and mangle and leave to
decay..

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Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.