Blue Apple Pie

Mama told me there would be days like this, but I never thought I would get this pissed. All of my happiness is left numb by a deadly kiss. I would do everything over if I had one wish. The hands of time I'd rewind and would find what was lost due to an expensive cost. Covered in frost with fuzz in my eyes, the lies that bashed and bruised also confused my thoughts which brought me to shame. A piece to a puzzle and a player in a wicked game.

I remember the times when I use to cry and wondered why I couldn't die. Hollow tries helped me cope and revealed shallow hopes of suicide that I couldn't abide. Caged anger polluted me on the inside and pulled me under dejection with an emotional tide. Not to mention trapped in a dimension with intensions to do me in, again I weep because the pain is deep. Never said a peep and fell victim to a night absent of sleep.

As the world turns, the years burn and I count the cracks in the wall, incompetently fall trying to forget it all. Days I sit and feel like shit, the drug loneliness I always had a hit. Life as a sin, I repent, out of shape I was bent and through torture I went. Throwing hints that I was mad a vision of misery that made people glad.

Spining in this tour, I begin to bore, impatiently I wait for answers to come ashore. I wear a disguise to hide the truth in my eyes and yell surprise to brutal demise only to be served another piece of blue apple pie.

My First Love

Letting the rhythm of your style open me with
passion you and I only have come to know.
Amazed by the methods, simple desires and
power from which your river flows.

Rotating around you and conversing with the
rays of your sun. Reeling me in closer with your
Intelligence and making me one of the chosen ones.

Soaring through your sky with ambition and
hearing the rumbling sound of your voice that
race through my every aperture. Riding the
intensified surge of your hypnotic will and letting
new sound waves hold me in their capture.

Vibrating in your dimension and giving you
the right to take over me. Oh, by the way, I'm
talking about poetry.

Stained Glass

I'm far from being perfect, so a fallen angel I remain. You see this glass has stains that windex can't wipe away. So why play this game of back and forth to avoid the voids? So I say fuck it and begin to look at me for the first time and listen to the voice within. I was chained to deception with corrupted beginnings and believed love was only bedroom stories where I let monsters and goblins run through my forest and kill what was left of my ever green hope. Inhaling snow for numb affections and bathing in short lived companionship of liquor bottles that knew my name quite well.

Fragile was every heartbeat, pumping blood through my veins razor sharp with fear and remorse, I wanted death's blanket to cover me and strip me of an unwanted life that was already absent of unwanted life. Why did I let rejection own me? I was a witness of shattered reflections of what used to be the innocence of a steady drum beat that soon became filthy with poisoned finger prints on the window of my humanity. Damaged by the muck and grime of cruelty, I let hate and pain pull the strings of a puppet gone wild and I became the architect of my own damn destruction.

Remembering the very first time I cried, I watched ice sicles fall because this cold piece of crystal forgot how to embrace the warmth of the sun and lost his way in the darkness of an abyss that drowned all of his dreams and birthed his nightmares. So why do I even exist? A constant question I asked myself everytime a piece of me shattered when I tried to acknowledge a blurred image in the mirror. No reflection just broken memories like wine glasses fallen to the floor empty of the lips that once held them. Ignoring the power of forgiveness, I chased the quick fix of a psuedo reality, relied on the pulse of negativity and walked with hollow shadows that whispered suicide was my only means of survival.

Me, my own enemy. Tiring of the constant tug of war, I let go of my normalcy and I break down mentally and begin to embrace my chipped memories stained with the inflicted turmoil that was meant to do me in. My blurred image slowly being revealed, I smile now with a hope of understanding an inner peace I never knew. 

But still....Far from being perfect, so a fallen angel I remain. So why did I play this game of back and forth? I have cracks in my glass soul but I can't call maaco and all repairs fall on me. So I set a blaze to the glass graveyard where I buried myself to be long forgotten and from ashes will rise a diamond phoenix.

Voyeur

Under a soft light, I watched two bodies plunge into the heights of sexual beauty. Nothing but the sounds and sights of what was going on surrounded us. Passionately they kissed, making love to one another and taking deep breaths because of the euphoria they were experiencing.

The concentration of this session elevated to depths beyond conception. The love scene was arousing and my hard dick begged for attention. Witnessing every thrust of confidence made me wish I was part of the action, burning beings linked together swimming in their splendor.

Originated from the wings of sin, they both shared a space allowing me to vision their joy of gratification. The print of my erection was spotted by the two vessels and sweet delicious fires began to pour from the air.

I, now in the mix of what was just sights and sounds of what I was visualizing. In between the two I became part of what they were allowing me to observe.

The twilight of their presence soared through every inch of me and sweat and precum touched our bodies and the sheets.

After being lost in their dimension of sexual beauty, the soft light guided us back to reality. Spilling over are confessions of past, present, and future desires.

Resting are our minds and recuperating are our bodies. Locked in today, in our our circle we sleep.

~Poetryzchyld

Words

Words can cut deeper than any weapon formed against. Nights I layed in bed heavily breathing because of the tears I've wept. Each fallen tear regretting the day I was born. From the womb of my mother I wished I was never torn.

They say pictures speak a thousand words but all of my childhood pictures remain deaf and blinded with silence. My pretend smiles in family portraits sheilded my quiet riots.

Sorry for not being that little boy who chased girls or played ball,  that child you wanted me to be. Physical and emotional scars I have to show how you broke me.

I cradled hurt to form walls to strengthen my barricades to protect me from the hate, turmoil and your giving pain. But still your words penetrated and injured my soul with their demented parade.
 
I remember days I'd ask to hang with you, pretend I wasn't gay and tried to adopt your habits. But the words sissy, punk and homo ushered in the words queer and FAGGOT!

I'm not the most intelligent, but I am able to count pass one. Yet you always found it necessary to use the words stupid and dumb.

Time has passed but not all scars have healed yet. Words can cut deeper than any weapon formed against.

Him

I confess to you my desires of bodily attraction. Casting spells in wishing wells isn't enough to claim you.

I climb inside my dreams craving to breath you. My heart stands in the palm of my hand begging for your attention.

I uncover my silence listening to your secret yearn. Face to face are our souls and we unfold...but forbidden to touch.

In Between The Sheets

Relax your mind and let your fantasies unwind and allow me to spill a thousand chills of ectasy and passion devine up and down your spine. Then I'll dive within to open you wide, only to unleash the sexual fury that you hide on the inside.

Breathing in the love that has taken over the atmosphere, harmonized moans are we here while our bodies are pressed against one another sending warm vibrations through your feet. As we fuck under the moonlight in between the sheets.

Drawing forth the power that I need to devour every inch of your sculpted frame. Calling out my name at the same time while I deliver the ism's to give you your gism's

The flow then becomes mesmerizing and we then encounter spellbinding adventures of erotic journey's made exclusively for you and I. Filled with devotion and a drop of lust, to us the stars shine given as a reminder of encouragement so our goal we can meet while fucking with no discretion in between the sheets.

I thunder stroke you as you lay beneath me with my chest to your back. The wet smack of our skin is the sound of sweet treasure found, harder and harder I pound feeling the warmth of what is a temple of pure delight, tonight we took flight to private
V.I.P heights.

Teeth clinching, hands gripping pillows while receiving the explicit pleasure I was willing to share. From your eye escaped a satisfied tear. Drinking from you your juices such a wild enticing treat as we fuck and play in between the sheets.