Deep Love

A really deep poem , on how Much you love this someone.
And hope this someone won't cheat or leave or hope their love Is as true and sincere as yours ~

your poem can really go anywhere, not exactly what I'm asking for, but could be amoung those lines, as long as its deep loving.

-Two weeks
-3 poems per Poet
-New or old poems, doesn't matter
- no extremely long poems
-must be meaningful

Swinging the chains that bound us,
We end our imprisonment together in a vortex of convulsing destruction,
Nothing to hold us back now,
You are thrown from the fury but land gracefully somehow.
I land on my back leg on the other side of the world.
Swinging the chains that bound us,
I will not end my whirlwind of hatred,
Until your deceits are found.
Your wretched lies will not go unpunished,
Even if I have to exact karma's vengeance myself.
What have you done to me?
What have you made me?
Goddess, you are petty,
Ignore my distant cries of agony if you will,
Take comfort in what little time you have left though,
Because I will reign supreme,
And I will conquer your wicked infidelities.

Dear Corpse Bride~


Her bloody eyes haunt every vision,
Her ghastly whispers steal my diction.
A freezing feeling drowns me,
Has She finally found me?
My dear corpse bride, what wakes you from sleeping,
inside my mind, your torment never ceasing.
You wanted me to end your pain,
Told me not to worry, I'd see you again.
I didn't think it would be like this, though.
Didn't think you'd haunt me, little did I know.
I cant get any rest or close my eyes,
Plagued by visions of my ever-rotting bride.
I dream such lovely dreams of Her when She was pure,
Like kissing Her and holding my whole world.
But then a shadow casts its veil,
She's struck with lighter shades of pale,
And rotting flesh makes foul the air.
Before me stands my worst nightmare.
I try to run but cant commit,
I want to say I'm scared, but that's not it.
I'm sad and crushed by sights of Her, my bride,
I'm scared of how She looks but then I look into Her eyes.
I see such Pain and Agony like She's hurting still
and wants me to ease Her pain I've already killed.
What do I do to stop Her face
from haunting me with cold embrace?
Maybe She's just lonely there?
Forever is a long time to bare.
Maybe she just needs a friend to confide?
I promised I'd be there, ever by Her side.
I never failed her or her will,
And wont now that She's gone.
If She wants me then I've been killed,
I guess this is so long...

My Little Devil~



At glance She's is an Angel,
 
Beautiful and bright as Day.
 
But if you look inside, she says,
 
That little Angel fades away.
 
She's convinced She is the voice,
 
That whispers songs of Wickedness,
 
And anyone that listens
 
falls from Grace with such a quickness.
 
And If what She says is true,
 
then on Her list I'm number one.
 
For none have listened with such passion,
 
with such interest, as I have done.
 
None have seen the light that shines,
 
upon Her when She's not aware.
 
As words flow freely and abound
 
Her Spell spills out into the air.
 
If She truly be a  Devil,
 
And if I'm under Her Spell,
 
Then I  welcome possession,
 
For she is my Beautiful Hell.
 
She has always been right there,
 
guiding me from by my side.
 
But know the choice was always mine,
 
To be inside her hand, confined.
 
Cause She's my little Devil,
 
and Her Fire burns like Hell.
 
But, I admit, I love the burn,
 
In fact, it's how I fell.
 
For so long I held on to Grace,
 
and what I felt was right.
 
But that left me empty inside,
 
with no real grasp on Love or Life.
 
Then I met that Angel,
 
whom I loved once I caught sight,
 
ever so persuasive, and
 
Beautiful as the cold, dark Night.
 
She took me in Her great embrace,
 
She even offered me Her hand.
 
Thats when I gave my Soul to Her,
 
and made the choice to be condemned.
 
Eternity inside Her Flames,
 
to me it's more a Paradise.
 
I, too am Wicked, just like Her,
 
for Devils catch the Devils eyes.
 
She's my little Devil,
 
one who's touched my darkened Heart.
 
And if She truely is so vile,
 
then I'll let Her tear my World apart.
 
Cause I love Her in Her every way,
 
as Wicked as She think them be.
 
And if She is to be ever so Wicked,
 
Then I'd Love it if She'd be to me,
 
That little Devil torturing my Soul, so Devilishly.

Simply Put~

I'd like to tell you about this girl,
A wondrous soul that lights up this darkened world.
She's got eyes that melt me down to size,
Each time I stare I realize:
I live to feel her love and laughter,
Maybe She's the Dream that I've been after.
She always knows just what to say,
To take all bits of life away.
She may not see but she's my cure,
This life's disease just fades with Her.
She's everything, to me at least,
While all else wages war in me she only brings me peace.
She steals my breath each time she kisses me,
And her finger tips fill me with electricity.
I want so badly just to keep her near,
And find a way to disappear.
Just get lost somewhere in time,
Where I am Hers and She is mine.
Her voice is a song that nobody sings,
Her Love is the drug that numbs everything.
I just cant explain how she makes me feel,
Or how the Beauty in this World is inside her concealed.
She is simply amazing, although she doesn't see.
Simply amazing, that's how She took control of me.
I love the way she looks at me and smiles,
She makes me feel just like a little child.
I Love how she fits perfectly in my embrace,
And how each time she's there I'm in a better place.
I love the way she snores when she's deep in her sleep,
And how it slowly subsides the closer that she gets to me.
I love the things she does, simply put, they make me melt,
I love the way Her Love's not said,
I love the way Her Love is felt.

Rendered Speechless.             

 Fresh out of prison, a man scorned of women, upset and fed up, I swore them off. Never will a woman get close enough again; never let a woman inside, able to hurt me. My way of coping, self taught.         
           
           A month and a day un-incarcerated, miserable and hurt... beat down and bloodied from pains, and scars, and the ever present broken heart.. all in all, done with life. But the she... came along... My Angel in flesh, met upon that one social network, a love eternal I had, before I knew life. The woman who would become my wife.         

            Within 5 minutes of to this wonder, I sensed the purity of . The soul of a saint... and within an hour, without a doubt, I could have said those three words, until that point, the three, furthest from my mind? Deeply entombed, deep inside my head.. And as I listen to her angel's chorus sing forth in her voice, I pondered with utmost sincerity, "I..love...you".. So soon, I can't fathom it, with a heart, thickly calloused from time...         From over the phone, a symphony of angelic proportions rang forth, and I knew unequivocally, unabashedly,  without a shred of doubt and more sure than anything in existence, I was in love... but, Jason, how?         On the phone nonstop for hours, without end, every second that passed, the feeling welled up inside of me... From the tips of my toes, a wave moved up completely unaware... over my knees, thighs, up into my gut... the proverbial knot... inching towards my chest, and THAT!! RIGHT THERE!!!         

            From the middle of my chest, came a rush... The rush known only by new love.. and not just your, "average, run-o-the mill" normal kind of love.. Rather, the "I found the woman that was made for me" love. The "I will spend the rest of forever with this soul, for truly we are mates" type of love. The type known by very few in the world, for truly it is a difficult feat on a planet of 7 billion to find the one... True.... Better half of you... The spot deep down inside, that you know you're missing, though you can't single it out because you don't know what it is until it falls into your lap. The very essence of why human beings were placed upon such a beautiful rock... the never-ending search for the most powerful force on the planet.. LOVE.. and the overwhelming rush: the overall flood of emotion that engulfs you as you come to the realization that you will never again, on earth or above, ever have to search for love.. it's such that will slam you back in your seat... Buckle in.. hold tight, for this is the thrill ride to end all thrill rides....           
       I was in love.. I truly found my soul mate (within 12 hours of speaking to this saint).. Having not spent even a full day speaking to this enigma, and I could've said those three, all powerful words presented in, I...love...you.... though, for as powerful as the feeling was, I didn't want to scare this woman away, because in a normal early love, those words have a damaging effect. All the while, unknowing that she felt the same. She, just like me didn't want scare away the sorce of her new found, feelings-so-strong...       

  The next day, our first in person meeting, the swell of emotion magnified to immeasurable magnitude. The incredibly intense feelings from the previous day's interactions via phone, came full blown into my mind, as, for the first time in my life, I came face to face with the truest form of innocence: the truest definition of "Angel made flesh".           

        As I greeted her at her car, the feeling that didn't ease it's way into my heart of hearts -the slam- which would've been easier greeted by a gentle ushering of; and again, I was floored by an unknown surge of awe. The first time in my days, I felt true chemistry and absolute attraction. It was a chemistry that I had only thought that I knew. And as this vision of Greek Goddess, Aphrodite stepped out of her car, my queen and love, became more than a voice on the phone.. her words in the text messages became a manifestation of beautiful skin, as if carved of marble, curves and physique on a land unknown, left for discovery by the Meriwether Lewis that I never knew I had within me. The hours of phone to ear, became a woman at my door, and a culmination of years of pain and sorrow and hurt, completely washed away.                 
             On day two of talking -day one in person- I knew that I stood before my one... the one... that I would be with.. The one that was forged in flesh, for me. The reason that I was blessed with lungs to breathe the air that u breathe. I stood before the woman that would teach me the true meaning of right and wrong... the value of right and wrong. The woman before me -I knew on a deep subconscious level- would be my salvation. The one who would teach me through immense patience and perseverance how to cope as an adult should. She would be the one to do what countless thousands of dollars of kiddie shrinks couldn't do. She would be the one to prove that it is ok to open up, and for once in my life, let someone else in... completely. Before me stood a saint who would show and teach me a love unknown by me, aside from lessons learned by Shakespeare, and "The notebook". A love unconditional. A godly love. A love worth dying for.             

         Deep inside, had there been a window opened to my soul, one would have seen a unique fusion of pee-pee dance, happy dance, and all around elation step.            Head exhausted and swarming with unknown, heart elated, skipping beats in tune with Oasis' "Wonderwall", I just knew.           

          From that day forward, this man, your humble narrator -the lost cause since age 8, my age of psychotropic induced fog- suddenly became a worth cause to work on. I realized my worth as a person, and a soul. The swell realized during the walk from her car, through my threshold... into my living room... into my heart... into my life... and into the history books, as an example to follow. A beacon to look upon. A testimonial to read, as to how it feels to truly love... how it feels to truly be loved... how it feels to be booted in the ass by the size 10 and a half of living proof that soul mates exist.           

         This woman did her strut, followed closely by a man and his unknown, soon to be redemption of lost cause.           

         13 days after the "on the phone" day, I would say, "I do". And, right up to the point of hers, I feared. I was waiting to wake up, pinching my leg to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was waiting for her to back out last minute. And then, from her lips, departed two words that would forever alleviate my worse fears of dying alone... completely melt away and shed any doubt -however miniscule- that lingered from 27 years of pain.           

         "I do...." Two words spoken, the pinnacle of my life. My mind, body, and soul, turned on their axis and created before me, a new path to trudge with the perfect travel companion adorned upon my arm.             

         Thirteen days after my very first word spoken to this vision, and sound, and feel of perfection, we were one. One in soul. One in god. One in matrimony, and a pair. Two, now one..           

          To this very day, this woman stands firm. She stands true. The love of my life, and heart of my soul... Lover of lovers, never to let go... 

Captured

You captured me with light words,
Your intentions weren't corruptible
In the end I ended up falling hard
And you were there to capture all, good memories

Like a camera yet you showed me life
In a light I couldn't see
With that first day behind us;
You left a tingle in my cheek

Captured in a flash was my attention
You distracted me from looking back
The road was long but the time was short
Next to me you'd stand

Your conversation drove me crazy
I stopped adoring sleep
Your body felt so natural
As it became a part of me

Though I don't have many pictures
I've got vacant patient frames
And though there are many years between us
I'll agree to take your name, for babe; you captured me :)

i love this shit ^_^

Solitary

I miss us
I know we're not over but
we're not like we used to
Happy with one another

You used to never be busy at all
But that would make you horribly upset all the time
And you're so far away
I miss you
I miss us
I miss what we had

Yess !! Thanks for entries !! Keep it going !!!:3

To Love Beyond the Deep

To define my love
Do I need a pen to write
with ink of heart blood
that trickles to the whiteness
of a page unsullied
by memories of grief

Or shouting my love
from rooftops
from the mountains
listening for rebounding echoes…
Do I then validate
the depth of my love

Love, shall it be stressed
Should I go to Gehenna
For you, to give my life
To the fire
So that you may live
Greater love has no one…

Depths of love
Has no word indeed
To say one love
To serve with faith
selflessly and fully
Such is love truly

My love define all
the faith, the need
to cleave as one
Bodies, hearts and souls
Your pain, my agony
Your joy, my ecstasy.