OUT OF A SPECIAL REQUEST FOR ME TO START POSTING MY POETRY, I'LL START WITH THIS ONE. HOPE YA'LL LIKE. IT'S ONE OF THE MORE RECENT, I WILL POST MORE LATER.XOXO.
I Killed Chivalry
gray lights shine through hastily drawn curtains.
-is it dawn? or is it late in the day?-
sickly thoughts and vague recollections overflow.
virtue smeared shamelessly on cold stale covers.
the palatial night that drowned our sorrows, our lonliness;
brought about by translucent lies and depleted hopes.
so much we hungered for. damn restless sensations.
-give up. just gave in.-
live out this explicit fable.
-just be reckless, don't hesitate.-
passion is only reserved for the adventurous few.
dark rooms light up with our entry,
cold streets seem warmer when you are close.
half empty glasses begging to be refilled,
ignored after awhile, finished and left aside.
beneath your governed exterior-
your contentious ways and artful charm;
you subdue me, as unyielding as i am.
it's a peculiar feeling, a relief actually-
it's nice to let go of our principles.
a lifetime of gratitude in return for a little time.
a hand open in friendship paired with a lustful heart-
my new aquaintance, haha, my eyes are open.
i'll take corrupt self-indulgence;
no-one wants desolate reality.
I Killed Chivalry
gray lights shine through hastily drawn curtains.
-is it dawn? or is it late in the day?-
sickly thoughts and vague recollections overflow.
virtue smeared shamelessly on cold stale covers.
the palatial night that drowned our sorrows, our lonliness;
brought about by translucent lies and depleted hopes.
so much we hungered for. damn restless sensations.
-give up. just gave in.-
live out this explicit fable.
-just be reckless, don't hesitate.-
passion is only reserved for the adventurous few.
dark rooms light up with our entry,
cold streets seem warmer when you are close.
half empty glasses begging to be refilled,
ignored after awhile, finished and left aside.
beneath your governed exterior-
your contentious ways and artful charm;
you subdue me, as unyielding as i am.
it's a peculiar feeling, a relief actually-
it's nice to let go of our principles.
a lifetime of gratitude in return for a little time.
a hand open in friendship paired with a lustful heart-
my new aquaintance, haha, my eyes are open.
i'll take corrupt self-indulgence;
no-one wants desolate reality.
i love it
first the audacity
i love a poetess in the undress
but here's the thing
my sole
hesitant
feedback
use space
or some other device
to control the flow
to slow me down,
like a stroking lover
whose pokes are too quick
who is too likey to be happy
satisfied
but feigning apology for ee cumming to soon
i like
e e cummings
i like no punctuation
in fact
i eshew it
shoo
punctuation
so be fucked punctuation and capitalization
i'm with ya
but how am i to catch
a breath?
or understand where you breath?
you pant
or you panic?
when they all run together?
but aside from that.....
what's not to love?
and who hasnt suffered love at dawn
as we have?