Your Kiss (Sonnet) 2

The very first kiss, it was a cold day
It was so slow, honey lips and so soft.
Feel this warm touch, "this is crazy" you say.
My mind seemed to fade and I was so caught;
Caught in this feeling, you, your whole being.
I could feel your very breath in mine, so fine.
Butterflies in my stomach, I’m dreaming.
Our hearts are beating as one, so gentle, with time.
Everything seems to vanish in the cold breeze.
I focus on you and those lips, sweetness.
My nerves, my muscles, my veins, all seem to ease,
With a pleasing flow, your tender caress.
Yet, before I know it, you’re out the door,
Leaving me with a memory and nothing more.

Plastic Girls

Inspiration from a few new people....
Plastic Girls...you see them almost every where you go
They walk around clicking there little heels...twirling there hair, poppin there lipgloss on there lips... and if they see a girl better looking then them passes by then ohhh how those bubble eyes of theirs role, hating on each other. Competing with each other. It was once stated in researched survey that most women dress up to impress other women rather then men.... no matter where u go if you pay close attention you will see the competition with your own eyes. Instead of women working together and helping each other out we go against each other, say vicious names to each other, talk about each other behind our backs. I strongly believe that these are the reasons for why men treat and view women as they do. Men are ALWAYS comparing women to each other, " damm she got a sexier ass then that one" "yeaa her face is better looking then hers" " she’s a 10, I think the other ones a 7 1/2." All of this none other then the fault of women...do men compete with each other in the same matter that women do...NO they don’t and that’s why the don’t worry as much about there appearence as much as women do. I'd bet you anything that a man does not go into a bathroom just to check his appearances half as much as women do...
I really don’t understand, is this the most important thing on a woman’s mind is how she looks.
What about worrying about how she sounds when she speaks
How her words come out...
How she portrays herself, and if she is truly doing justice to her soul
There are so much more then appearances and makeup and clothes and shoes and allllll this materialistic STUFF! I just wish that some women could see that life isn’t all peaches and cream and about sticking your nose up in the air acting as if your better then everyone else...because most the time the person who believes that in reality is stupid ass piece of shit who doesn’t know shit about anything!!

Your Kiss (Sonnet)

The very first kiss, it was a cold day
It was so slow, honey lips and so soft.
Feel this warm touch, "this is crazy" I think.
My mind seemed to fade and I was so caught;
Caught in this feeling, you, your whole being.
I could feel your very breath in mine, so fine.
Butterflies in my stomach, I’m dreaming.
Our hearts are beating as one, so gentle, with time.
Everything seems to vanish in the cold breeze.
I focus on you and those lips, sweetness.
My nerves, my muscles, my veins, all seem to ease,
With a pleasing flow, your tender caress.

Yet, before I know it, you’re out the door,
Leaving me with a memory and nothing more.

DARK DEEP HEAT WATER

In the darkness of the night
I remain with my eyes close tight
Afraid of what I might see
I s l o w l y open one eye
With my hand covering the other part of my darkened face
SeEinG
Only through this OnE EYE
I see this dark, but somehow lustful form
That StAnds tall and 4 inches a w a y from me
This dark form starts to whip out strings of fire,
aLL
in
a
STRAIGHT
Row the stings of fire are laid
like a g u i t a r waiting to be played.
This fire it burns
DEEP
but I AM like S T E E L…
I can take this HEAT
So I begin to play this guitar of fire
As I play it I hear this J a R r iNg sound…
The guitar of fire completely V A N I S H E S
I am no longer steel
I am now
W
A
T
E
R
It’s raining these tears I cry are dark
T h e y f a l l a l l
O v e r G o d ’s E a r t H
INTO these m i l l i o n s of
D
R
O
P
L
E
T
S of tears I am [FORMED]
Half way between
Air
And
Ground
I…
B
R
E
A
K
Cr A Ck and S p i l l
E v e r y w h e r
And s l o w l y I begin to wake…
REALizing this was FAKE

Fantasy

Off-Rhyme
First draft

Together yet alone
They danced beneath the moon
Circled by butterflies
Monarchs centered a tie
With a whirlwind of color
Under somewhere un-real…
They were both crystallized
Abandoning reality
Each step, each move brought them
Close to a fantasy realm
With lavender skies and
Emerald sands of waters
To rivers of gold that
Sink beneath their stardust
Together yet alone
They float to the soft moon.

Sorrow walks its thin line

Soft faces covered in hot BLOOD

Black and blue marks…some spots of MUDD

Pain slowly drips…causing a FLOOD

These souls are lost…the cause is WAR

Children are gone everyday…how many MORE?

Enemies seeping and destroying their CORES

Land being fought for with dirty CRIMES

Mines of blood accumulating over TIME

As the sorrow walks its thin LINE…

Watch you

Again I saw her sitting there

Alone she stood, with silver tears

Bleeding down her soft pale cheeks

Making friends with Kleenex tissues

Black and blue lines of pain drip fast

She tries to speak, no sound is heard

Time is ticking fast, robbing

her life away, she tries to hide

from impatient death just a little

longer, an awkward silence and

beating hearts begin to tick with

time, I hate that everyday I

now watch you die a little more