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So abrupt, so telling,
A word to judge the rest by.
Deposits a feeling, a picture,
into the void you’re trying to fill.
Leave it alone. Walk into it
unaware.
Receive the answers, before
the questions.
Ask not, but be
open.
Open arms, open heart
open mind.
Allow it to fill you,
without reservation.
Pours in like boiling
honey.
Painful, but sweet
all at once.
Tears
The time ticks by so slowly now
I must but sit and wait
My heart beats so fanatically
As I approach the gate.
Oh, won’t you let me in? I cry,
Please don’t forsake me here!
“My child, I walk beside you,
I’ll always hold you near.”
He looks into my teary eyes
And takes my pain away.
I see my tears now in his eyes,
He led me not astray.
Here’s a little poem a wrote a few years ago, warning *explicit material* lol….
White Fire
His fingers slide into me,
smooth as glass, moist as dew.
A moan escapes the trappings of my throat,
eyes are misted, lashes wet with tears of pleasure.
He tastes, I shudder,
Tongue flicks, I gasp.
Bodies emanating waves of heat.
We are the sun, enveloped in fire.
I burn, I yearn,
keeps stoking the fire,
Hearts leap out, then back in
screaming for its exhausted satisfaction.
All senses are lost,
all but one
Fireworks bursting inside,
tearing my insides, RED, dripping with their beauty
Post modernism
Semi-viscous matter,
unsure of the state it stands.
Fluid, then abrupt,
obstinate and yielding.
Contradicting contradictions.
Breaking down walls.
Building shields out of
cellophane.
Nothing stands straight,
everything slouches.
Shoulders shrug indignantly,
Caring of it’s carelessness.
It stands for everything,
While justifying nothing.
Love everybody,
hate no body.
Never disagree,
peace, love, unity.
Minds of loose leaf.
Blank. But for lines
waiting to be filled.
Written by Candice
I wrote this poem for a class so the format is a little different than most of my work but see if you can figure it out.
The Sword
Hark but my sword, love, see this now.
It is likened to me as much as God allows.
In it holds power, which I wield with skill,
With only a flash, I move in for the kill.
Those fairer and meeker look at it with lust,
But only with man did it’s power God trust.
Their hands reach out, fingers of envy
Ah, but true power isn’t for many,
Though they yearn hopelessly.
The strength in the steel, this sinewy knife,
Tears out the heart, with the same stroke gives life.
Why should I sheath it in something not flesh?
Swords are just metal, unless blood and steel mesh.
My skill is so great, weak run into my blade.
Pride only heightens, as each of them fade.
Many impaled at just the tip,
Wounds fresh as rosy lips
From them I see moisture drip.
Those whom I chose will die many deaths,
The honor of my sword, heightens their breaths.
O, I yearn to meet myself in my glory
What luck! By my sword, for those it makes gory.
