There is a monster in my family. And he shows his hideous face at the worst of times. He likes to whisper seductive words to my love, and promises him the world. The monster stalks my love, and tries to snatch my love away. By the end of their sadomasochistic evening, my lover returns broken and weeping. I do my best to comfort my love. I try to chase the monster away. But in the end, my efforts fall fruitless, for that monster comes back, whispering in his ear. I can't make my love see, how this monster hurts me. My love glares, and makes excuses for the monster. Some days the monster smiles a wicked grin, as he creates chaos between my love
I've never been good at expressing my feelings. I'm one to bite my tongue, suppress my emotions, and bottle everything up. But when all those feelings and emotions get shaken up, they mix to form a deadly toxin, exploding from the bottle I've kept them in, with such force, it could take an eye out. I know it's not good for me, and it certainly isn't healthy for me. But in the moment it seems easier to lock it away, than try to put it all into words. That's why when things get bad, it all goes downhill quickly, and my whole world shatters. I've always sucked at communication. Even when writing, I tend to ramble in long, run-on sentences. Like
I want to help you understand
I hope to make you see
This absence of yours is painfully felt
And sometimes it overwhelms me.
I try to be supportive
Understanding is what I do
But I need to see your loving eyes
And spend some time with you.
I long for your affection
Your loving, warm embrace
I long for the way you shine my life
With your sexy body or a silly face.
A part of my life is missing
With you so far away
I feel incomplete without you here
Every night and every day.
Please come home, my one true love
It hurts the more I wait
It's you I'm always longing for
My heart, My soul, My mate.
My world dissolves into autumn,
the shade and the fire draped about my throat
like so many jewels.
I met the mist as an old lover,
let the dew paint my lips
with the scent of harvest.
In a white memory, you are still walking away,
down that same road.
Your hair was shining like the fall.
Your shape in the fog beckons;
ghost or vision, I care not.
I lose myself.
Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme by ladynyk, literature
Literature
Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme
Insomnia:
twinkle twinkle
little pain
I see you've come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
twinkle twinkle
tearing ache
please let me sleep
to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..
twinkle twinkle
empathic strain
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
twinkle twinkle
falling tear..
how i wonder why i'm here..
Do you know a poem when you hear one?
Then you know this couldn't be a poem.
Poems have a purpose and a meaning.
Not this one -- you follow where I'm leading?
Poets claim they ask all the right questions.
Some may say they also have the answers.
Even if they bit me on the buttocks,
Played the drum and fife, shot off fireworks,
Still I wouldn't recognize the answers.
Consider this example: my two friends
Gloria and Jimmie, married couple,
Four years, maybe five, a devoted pair.
Put them to one side, and try to follow.
Matthew called me yesterday, exclaiming
"Call them quickly! Call the Catalinas!
"He who hesitates is lost. Do it
A quick synopsis for me, speaking only for my personal beliefs and no one else....
I believe in a Universal concept of God, which has male and female attributes, and which has no physical form, but exists as energy ebbing and flowing to and from us. I believe that all religions are reaching out to this divine force, but that the differences lie in cultural upbringing, family upbringing, personal reflections, studies, beliefs, and life's experiences. In essence, I believe that all beliefs are true and correct for the people that follow them, and that spiritual experiences are primarily a personal connection rather than a