The moment I knew you loved me by PoeticPath, literature
Literature
The moment I knew you loved me
The seats were hard as teeth,
and the air was slick with wet heat.
The Ferris Wheel engine had overheated,
and we were inches from the top.
Our bodies were melting-cotton-candy sticky,
and where our clothes left cracks
our skin sucked to the plastic,
and boiled where the metal bolts poked through.
The fairgrounds stretched fat and empty below,
and the sun screamed fiery daggers at our backs.
And in this violent heat you took my hand,
our greasy palms scalding as they slip-slid into each other.
And you spoke.
Such a small thing,
but it sliced deep and cold into the inferno of my bad decision.
"The beach was probably too crowded
I'm not a perfect person.
Even though I like to think I am.
I've made many mistakes.
And there are many things I do regret.
So many things I wish to forget.
But they make me who I am.
And they helped me grown into this man.
This is the reason why,
That I can run and even fly,
When I want to crawl
Or feel that I will fall
I stand and live this life.
The mistakes I have made so far.
Have forged the man from the very start.
And so I'm not a perfect person.
And though I never meant to hurt you,
And I wish I could take it back,
I can only learn and grow in this too.
I learn and live my life,
One small step at a time,
Sometimes
The raging sky turns darkish blue,
the clouds are covering the moon.
It feels I´m trapped inside this doom
and there is nothing i can do.
I can help it, I´m sedated.
I just wander in my mind.
Living life being isolated,
ripper of my own devise.
Too despoiled, I feel lonely.
My thoughts are poisoned inside out.
Somber morning lasting longer,
misty cover to our eyes.
Looking life inside this forest,
I´ve just killed the faith inside.
Wildgrown ivy they have called me,
things I touch can´t stay alive.
Yesterday my world revolved
Around absolutely nothing.
It felt good not being chained
By obligation,
Nor to be at the mercy of the tides.
Debris is what I am,
A fragment of a forgotten puzzle,
Whose image would have lost relevance
Whether whole or not
Long before it even mattered.
The full spectrum of the dotted skies,
The night riddled with holes bleeding light,
Patched with clouds,
The moon screaming between them,
Shrouded behind them,
Insane in its glory,
No one can hear you,
No one can look at you for long,
Wane as you always do -
When the terror of being alone is too great,
Return in full blaze,
Just to be ignored ag
Step- back from me
Look at me
Objectively
Faith
Alone
Can not s u s t a i n
(Sanity)
Do you have faith in me?
(I will show you the way)
Straight
To
Hell
The Way You Make Me Feel by PoeticPath, literature
Literature
The Way You Make Me Feel
The Way You Make Me Feel
For the longest time now
I have been alone in this world
Detached from the companionship
That only a lover could provide
I had become a reclusive troll
Hiding in my dark cave
My heart and soul slowly
Turning colder as time went by
Then one day you came into my life
Reaching out across the ocean
Breathing warmth into my soul
And touching my heart
In the short time we have known each other
You have made me feel alive again
With each letter I receive from you
My heart races when I read your words
I may never know what you saw in me
That brought you into my life
Or if this is a wonderful dream
That I d
You cannot be the Eve in my garden.
I do not desire your peddling of
apples and signifiers
as the darkness is choking out the moon
and this bridge leads only to Cain.
I am dreaming in symbols again,
and the madness of pills
is not honey enough for this desert.
This bread is not enough,
fed by cloven hands,
dust in my parched mouth.
Leave me alone!
Already the pounding of battle drums
fill my dull(ed) spaces
and all I can hear
is the falling name of Adam.
My Poem-Losing Sweet Joy by PoeticPath, literature
Literature
My Poem-Losing Sweet Joy
Losing Sweet Joy
Why is it that every time
Joy lifts me up on its sparkling cloud
I always have to fall over?
And things dont turn out the way Id hoped
My cheer now dangles from a spiteful rope
And Im left without a thread of my dreams Ive so highly revered
My imagination, once filled with laughter and smiles
Means so much to me
But it soured into a dusky swamp
Of strange illusions and rotten obsessions
How I truly wish to be free
And as the music was playing slowly in my mind
It drifted here and there, light and lilting loving melodies
Without a care in the world
But now it has flattened to a moro
O America!
O America!
Once exulted for bountiful Untainted landscape
Now polluted with Industrial smoke.
O America!
Whose foundation was based on Freedom
Now governed by Limited Liberty.
O America!
Founded by ideals of direct Democracy
But practiced virtual Hegemony.
O America!
Whose Acceptance of cultures
Was tainted by Trials and Removal.
O America!
Where had this Eden gone?
The beauty found by Explorers past?
The simplicity exemplified by the Enlightened man?
The ideals fought for in a bloody War?
The unity advocated by the retired King?
Where in the hearts of Americans
Is the native Pride?
The challenge to Tradition?
If I could give it all
I would give it all to you
Would you smile a little?
Would your sky grow blue?
If I could take your face
And paint it on the walls
I know it would shine
And they would form a line to you
I can take my paint
Take the deepest blue
But the eyes I make
Could never match the ones on you
I can grab the gold
And paint a circle above your head
It doesn't matter how bright
It will never match your light
If I could give it all
I would give it all to you
Would you even notice?
Could you ever have a clue?
If I could take your face
And paint it on the walls
I know it would shine
And they would form a line to y
I'm taunted with my own existence
I'm taunted with my own persistence
I'm taunted with what is mine
I'm taunted with what is divine
Everything is within hands reach
I can almost touch them each
Each time I reach, I fall
From the bottom, I hear them call
This last fall, I don't think I can get out
This time, I'm full of doubt
What if I get up and break down
What if I get up, reach, and fall down
These thoughts hold me
These thoughts cage me
Through the bars I see freedom
Through the bars I see … Freedom…
It calls me more than those that put me down
It calls me more than those that I put down
I see birds fly free upon the sky
Last strength gone,
Weakened leaf of Autumn.
Wavering, quivering in the wind,
You're failing grips, no longer strong,
For all the world, you can't hold on.
Torment, taunting my breaking soul,
Screams, shrieking wisped away to nothing.
A breeze that blows, was heaven that sends,
Drawing, living, breathing…an unpleasant end.
Rest, restlessly, lay by the fire
Warming your hands
Warmth only reaches…
As deep as your skin
Coldness, a shadow still tingles within
Chimes as The sword that touches
Your chilled heart, frozen, cold
Slowly the future, now present, unfolds
Caught as Light shimmering off a mirror
Shatters to pieces as icic
Thinking there's a fight between us
U've never thought
Coz I make this fight in my mind
I've never known...
Now this fight is over
No one won
But u're not a friend anymore...
I know my life is pointless
It's clueless
Ur life will always be better
And every time i think of it
I'm one step closer to the edge
And now I'm lonely as I've always been...
People often say loneliness is killing them
I never
Coz loneliness is all that's left
I love it
I love my pain too
It kills me and there's so much pleasure...
crux animis
tu es
non effugere possum
sed fugere nolo
lacrimi tibi hodie
minime, mihi lacrimi
cordis meo
nomen tuum scio
nomen tuum scio
nomen tuum Domina est
omnes tersi loci sunt
tibi, amor meus
"and I beg you find her name, take from Latin to someother language, find her and tell her. I cannot."
There was once a time that i believed it wasn't so
But on that perfect day i knew i was wrong
I felt a feeling unlike any other
My body overwhelmed with a new joy.
But after time of this happiness
I found out that it had a different side
The happiest thing that could ever happen
Is the worst thing that i've ever seen
It has shown a whole new pain
It has taught me how to see the future.
But dispite the pain it has brought me
Dispite how much it has made me sad
I cannot help but feel this feeling
Always, forever, till the end of time
Never ending, never stopping.
What is this unusual feeling?
This feeling.....is love.
Silver roses on a darkened path
Carrying the last sense of hope
Twenty-one roses, all so frail
At the end of the path, there will be none left
One is a memory, simple and pure
Marking times passed long ago
The other a dream, forever out of reach
Such a distance between it and you
The third a mirror image, so illusive
A world where nothing is what it seems
The fourth is nothing, only a picture
Covered in dust, just standing still
The fifth rose made of glass
So easy to shatter, so easy to break
The next a rose made of stone
Always strong, with a heart so cold
The seventh shown like a smile
Reminding you of happier times
Follo
I adore what is so distant.
I reach out for what I can never reach.
I call out to what is deaf to my voice.
I require so much from you, that I need nothing more.
And a pray that sometime you'll hear what I whisper, hear what I mean. I will never
Love someone more than you.
Come and hold me
I can't stand it anymore
Stay with me
Guide me through this mess
Never let me go
I've been waiting for so long
Don't ever leave me
I need your embrace
Take it all away from me
Only then will I be free again
Put your arms around me
So I can feel alive once more
Tell me everything will be alright
From your mouth I will believe it
Understand my thoughts
Help me solve them
Be one with me
See through this façade
Please be there for me
I will do the same for you
Comfort me in these strange times
Don't let me cry alone
All I hear is silence
Rescue me from this emptiness
Let all our dreams come true
That's wh
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Marble Myth by PoeticPath, literature
Literature
Marble Myth
I find you amidst dust and alabaster
where you stand in smooth, marble pride.
Your skin is stiff and plastered
against all my caresses. You hide
the rhythm of the stone in your chest
but my straining ear heard its beat
while my own lilting heart knew unrest.
The divine Art of Venus I will not entreat,
for it was not my hands that carved
your body. Still, like Pygmalion playing
lover to his ivory girl, I am starved
for flesh to yield to my fingers, praying
that my own art, not divine or of stone,
can still make your heart revealed
to me. Let it be my own art alone
that will make such cold marble yield.
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Well, that took ages. But the memberlist is totally updated now! Yay!
Also, the gallery is open again. But we won't do a new poet of the week yet. Not sure how fast the submissions will go, but the rules still apply.
All the unread submissions and logbook notes are deleted. And trust me, there were a lot. I am gonna do that differently from now on. You can resend them, but when I reach 20 submissions notes, I am gonna delete the ones that follow. I w
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IMPORTANT: I don't have internet at home anymore. So that's why I wasn't on for long again. I am still sorting everything out, but I will have a better schedule soon, to come online at least once a week, for my clubs!
I don't have time to post the submissions that were send in, right now. So I will do those next time, just do NOT send in new submissions notes for now. I will delete the ones that come in after this date. Also, I can't continue the posting, b
OK, I'm a little slow on the uptake. It appears this site is pretty much inactive. I'm curious, (if anyone still visits here) how does a place that seemed to be so vibrant just stop without any apparent reason?
Thanks for taking the time to reply . It's pretty early where I am so my brain is not entirely awake, but I got a look at some of your work and hope to get back soon with some comments/critique as you seem to be open to it.
I would appreciate that. Not that I'm an authority on poetry or anything, but I just looked at some of yours as well and am looking forward to looking at more.