06-24-2006, 04:22 AM | #41 (permalink) |
Drifting
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a truer wish never made ...
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna |
07-03-2006, 12:56 PM | #42 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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I have tasted sweet wine
Milk from the breast of my lover Dopamine thrust of success Lips are licked for these I have sucked in Bitterness Failures rancid flavour Bile coated pill of dead Ego Salted blood on my tongue This Cuisine of lifes lessons spiced as it is never tasting as expected by desires Gives me the sustenance my soul requires
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
07-18-2006, 03:07 AM | #43 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Bringer of sorrow, my title changed
Not the lover of old No longer banked coals Bringer of sorrow head bent low Failed inspration, it seems I bring Poisoned nails of demon Pain bleeds from my fingertips Failed inspiration is all I know Moving the puppet, no skill it would seem Tangled threads confuse me Tortured soul my doing Moving this puppet from nightmare to dream Cold sweat awakening into a scream
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
07-24-2006, 08:09 PM | #44 (permalink) | |
Insane
Location: in a golden garden of grey
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Quote:
And Twas the night... was very beautiful. Very pure way of conveying the feeling of the season.
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09-20-2006, 03:34 AM | #45 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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This line of thought, feeble it seems
never understood solid only in my dreams not so very good once upon a time there was community defined I cannot let it go because it is so hard to find Now I find a world has changed not for good or bad the place I love is rearranged I long for what I had selfish, yes I must admit missing days gone bye Do I fight , or do I quit Do I even try This line of thought, is made from dreams or memories perhaps This line of thought.....this Line |
10-23-2006, 01:46 PM | #46 (permalink) |
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And so....my goodbye
To all those felt in my mind such splendid meetings we share knowing others in some way care But time....it seems contrives to give a sight to the blind vision showing us each where our use is sometimes better there Just know...you each and every one have been to me the rising sun and in my passing from this home I take a part of you.....never alone Last edited by tecoyah; 08-13-2007 at 06:31 PM.. |
08-26-2007, 05:13 AM | #48 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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I look into the demons eyes
and for once it speaks truth if only to spread the pain like blood on the sidewalk some monsters know love too well and like you, use it against me No hidden smile in the gaze its clearly painted on broken skin eager teeth to bite and consume whats left of my heart some monsters can never feed enough and like love, will eat me alive |
09-06-2007, 12:47 PM | #49 (permalink) |
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I just got news my second poem is now published....woo hoo
They liked this one: Flower You put flowers in your hair Soft pedals made brittle by your cheeks Bleeding fragrance to the air Dull sweetness lost in your scent You put flowers in your hair Wilted beauty in red by those lips As if attempting to compare No taste of sugar from its leaf You put flowers in your hair But they only pale in my minds light And it just seems so unfair Fading colors with your smile You put flowers in your hair But I cant see them. . .anymore Copyright ©2007 Matthew Patrick Martin
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
09-06-2007, 03:51 PM | #50 (permalink) |
But You'll Never Prove It.
Location: under your bed
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Love it. Tinged with a bit of sadness at the end, and I usually don't do sad. But it is very good.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Ok, no more truth-or-dare until somebody returns my underwear" ~ George Lopez I bake cookies just so I can lick the bowl. ~ ItWasMe |
10-27-2007, 08:02 AM | #51 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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No oak am I, though leaves do fall
Littered soil below my crown No aspen slender, fragile sway Shimmering in moonlight glow No cedar thick, in hide and bark Shallow tendrils just touching earth Perhaps a maple descript in leaf Sweet nectar in my blood No rose am I, though thorns do sting Scented pleasure sometimes found No violet bright, vibrant shade Adding dreams to where I grow No Lilly deep, in hue and root Colors made to match a mood Forget me not, forever yours As if you ever could
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
11-01-2007, 05:31 PM | #52 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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A brazen key defies this damp hand
as if it knows to shy from salt another door that awaits puncture another chapter in the poetic gesture of life I have to wonder if this time the fit is as it should be, in my mind making function from a past artists hand making a new doorway bleed its light Once a ring of jumbled keys this chiming bulk of lessons held turning endless in these tarnished locks turning a boy into some form of man
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
11-03-2007, 05:01 PM | #53 (permalink) |
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I am pain, a giver of dread
slight though my slipped tongue might seem some poison mixes into a waiting mouth just enough, to sting I am sorrow, a minds burden imaginings of those things in passions past darkening images held in the heart just enough to fade I am hell, burnt bastard of being holding your heart to this inferno I live roasting emotions in simmering juices of life Just enough to singe the one I Love
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
11-19-2007, 01:36 PM | #54 (permalink) |
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No dark corner does my mind look into
Misted thoughts playing havoc no more Sunlight bleeds through the clouds I peel apart Making me smile at warmth on my face No shaded meadow keeps me chilled today Instead, the grasses slide between my toes Seeing the figure you make in waist high winds And knowing, you smile at me from the other side In the middle we will embrace, and make these flowers whole.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
06-23-2008, 04:54 AM | #55 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Salted red on lips in grin
this taste of wrath dripping down my chin frustrated grinding tooth I'm well aware I bleed my youth...Don't care Dagger blade my back can feel she plunges where I cannot heal blood dries black my matching heart, attack...Ain't fair explaining why I sit and stare.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
06-25-2008, 09:33 PM | #58 (permalink) |
Fade out
Location: in love
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all I can say is that I wish you Peace in your heart and mind.
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12-28-2008, 06:47 AM | #60 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Though perhaps stained, from living
This grin is real in smiling light Inside laughter made for giving Adding sunshine to your night Infection spreading Bring out your dead Then sit inside, enjoy the living
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
01-28-2009, 07:14 AM | #63 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Dream if you will, with me
see the floating dust in this bare beam of light as dark as it is...there is a glow look beyond the veil, and see Dwell if you will, be free feeling this barely there fire is right staring long enough to until you know Sunlight stronger than you, or me
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
02-11-2009, 04:00 PM | #65 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Thanks Hunny
We have a windstorm going on: Whisper my mind to sleep Slender breeze while you rest So tender, I sleep as well Waiting for the nightmare Inhale now, breath deep Put your nature to the test Broken limbs, scattered hell Strip the quiet landscape bare Steal the peace and never care Reminding all that you are there
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
03-16-2009, 03:33 AM | #66 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Inspired
What breeze is this, that blows my mind My own breath is lost to wild winds she fans Lashes battering the walls from outside No gray clouds basking in a storms glow No gray clouds, only the glow of a sun That undefined moment that confuses dawn and dusk Beauty in the show of light making it okay to not know She hides there in my thoughts She colors the sky to make me smile I doubt she paints the mist for me, she does so unknowing But she still paints… Removing the gray When you live in pleasure Can there be too much If each moment is spent Dreaming of touch When hours are spent in perpetual bliss And highlights of days are awaiting that kiss Everyone else only hopes to find this Why not, take the treasure Enjoy it as such Dismiss all intent Allow finger clutch Accept human nature you cannot dismiss Knowing these times are the things you would miss Nothing in life, can duplicate this Nothing in life, compares to your kiss And there it is, laid at my feet Another chapter starts Mindful though I try to be The mind ignores the heart A sometimes wonder comes in play Can't be set aside Emotions that won't go away Enjoy the bumpy ride I may not know the destination And yet, I pay the fare Dropping petty hesitation Deciding not to care I may not know the destination But want to end up there. There is more...just is forcing parts of myself to the surface parts I may have forgotten, or neglected There is so much more, there just...is There are longer moments...just are some hour long minutes I will never trade She can warp my time, and she knows it...I tell her There are days of moments, week long...minutes Some parts of a love are beyond explanation, beyond my words I would have it no other way...even if I could I want more moments
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