Belariath

I don't know how but these thoughts do lurk, somehow I seek to make them work.
Tumbling about and weaving, trying to make believing.
These words I fling together, bound by a tether might just spill forth and roll about forever.
But the fun and often so much more, in toying with words I do so adore.
Is worth every little moment, but I ask for no atonement.
In sometimes being silly but this world would be rather chilly.
If there was not ways to explore our minds and sometimes receive words so kind.

Thank you Tehya *cuddles* it is nice to feel appreciated .

She was meant to be a slave, to kneel and behave
To drop her eyes and spread her soft smooth thighes
Wearing but one thing and its surely not a ring
But a band clutching her throat, her fate was decreed and surely wrote
Written! indeed, led along on her lead
She'll do what is told, for she's anything but bold
The life she does deserve is to follow every single word
She's mine, by design
My slut, whore, toy and slave
This is what she does so crave

It seems time can pass us by, day after day to which we say goodbye
Bits of life flittered away, but there is no other way
We exist as we are, holding on to those who care
Yet words of one, really taken from a song
Show that a day can change all, pull us up to stand tall
To feel proud of who we are, to not let life bring despair
Strength seen in ways never perceived, but words spoken are truly believed
A good, true soul is held within, maybe not entirely free from sin
But values we hold dear, has spilt a few happy tear
For they brought through hardship, a long and often arduous trip
To one who wishes to be, with the man she does see
Already possessing my heart, each and every little part
A thing of beauty in all that she is, so would sell my soul to kiss
I love, cherish my princess of hearts, your life of which I wish to be a part

You may not see this here love but nonetheless my Anni..you are the one I love *blushes*

That was lovely.

Thank you Tehya, my poem and you have that in common dear .

Ad Infinitum

Precious to me, this dear friend
She'll stand right by, to the very end
Her eyes sparkle in glee, a pleasure to see
The joy she brings, remaining in me
Talking of much, with such ease
Surely though, she's a wicked tease
Through tear, laughter and more
She's a girl, I utterly adore

Made me smile, thanks, well done!

Small hours of the night, the hardest time to fight
All that time to think, my mood does so sink
To places I do not wish to be, from a life I wish to flee
I wish my heart did not so feel, because this pain is all to real
I want to run and hide, to be by your side
But who is the you I seek, while tears feel like defeat
Should I express this, a longing for but a kiss
To have and to hold, to who my spirit is sold
Clown, lover, friend, my love wont ever end
But I seek to share, to truly care
For nights of just me, is complete misery

Shadows, amid the rolling darkness
Sounds amid, impending gloom
Howls wrench the night alve
Prey for the hunt, begins
Once afar, distance closed
Steps crunch, the ground you trod
Dare even a noise you make
Flee, cry, scream for help
Feral fury, falls upon you
Claws, slash, tear, rend flesh
Suffer now, like the rest
No safe place, now nor never
Prize or victim, surrender

I could picture a scene in my mind when reading this, Very nice!

Just got to keep smiling
All the while my spirit is flailing
Must got to keep giving
Finding my purpose for living
Dust got to keep falling
From bones this cancer is crawling
Gust got to keep blowing
While this body breaks, is falling
Rust got to keep tumbling
Flicker of pieces spiralling
Trust got to keep failing
Coffin lid of friendship their nailing
Lust got to keep pulsing
For war, tempo of heart beating
Pushed to keep breaking
Vow of peace forsaken

Look what you did, look what you've done,
An angry tirade, so just begun,
Look what you said, look what you did,
The unceasing storm, that makes me feel torn,
Look what you are, Look like I care,
The cruel jibes, from which I can't hide,
Look what you think, Look what you say,
What are these crimes, that my soul should so pay?
Look how I turn from, Look that I've always won,
I relish the day, my tears no more, no way.

It is dark outside, creeping shadows in which to hide,
not yet to see, the coming day of what will be,
But this time of night, sometimes a restless fight,
Pillow and bed, roaming thoughts within the head,
Don't now join that utter black, misery a thing am learning to lack,
See though dawn is yet to shine, the rebirth of hope is all mine,
With these eyes I see, not was, but what could be,
Worry, fret not of how am seen, the man know to be shall remain,
Alas again soon to sleep, words written a simple ..beat,
To not yet face the morn, with a long tiresome yawn,
Come, now, at me life, bring it on,
One, true and fitting, is where I belong,
Now my time to roar, huh, nope, that's a snore.

Well done you might consider compiling your poetry into a book and publish it.

Well done you might consider compiling your poetry into a book and publish it.