poeticsoul1

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Author of Diary of a Poet, and Depths of the Soul...I eat, sleep and breathe poetry.

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  • poeticsoul1 190w

    Tongue tied
    Tip dipped deep inside my ink well
    As I feel your quill swell
    Write your story on the canvas of my skin
    Grab the back and hold steady
    Follow every curve
    Together we can create the perfect story
    Lips locked
    Climatic shock
    Shook till the last drop.

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    In the air tonight
    Sorrow tattooed on my skin
    Even though I try, I can not wash away the sulfuric stinch
    Eyes closed, I hear distant children chase one another, bare feet pounding out a rhythm against the earth
    Their jovial laughter echoes flutter with the bonfire's ash
    The taste of bitter regret, in the air tonight.

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    In the air tonight
    Sorrow tattooed on my skin
    Even though I try, I can not wash away the sulfuric stinch
    Distant children chase one another, bare feet pounding out a rhythm against the earth
    Their jovial laughter echoes flutter with the bonfire's ash
    In the air tonight.

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    Do I punch something?
    Stare redundantly?
    Where the heck am I supposed to put this pent up frustration?

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    Passing Time

    11 years
    4,015 days
    96,360 hours
    I remember in numbers now

    May 26, 2007
    11:30 p.m...said goodnight, knowing it was probably the last goodbye

    May 27, 2007
    1:15 a.m....the world began spinning backwards, as I was told it really was the final goodbye

    Watching the clock turn ever so slowly, one scar on my heart, faded but I can still feel the sting...

    11 years
    4,015 days
    96,360 hours

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    After Midnight Confessions

    I find myself jealous
    Jealous of the way the moon lights your face
    Wishing instead, it was my lips, highlighting your cheek
    Go ahead and call me weak
    But I'm jealous of the "what ifs" and "could be".

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    The light fades
    Words tumble out
    Alone, imagination escapes
    Nimble fingers bend,
    twisting like the shadows
    dancing about.

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    A Learning Curve

    Learning to crawl
    Two scoots backwards
    Shaky knees
    But before long, you're going full speed
    Then time flys by
    Learning to walk
    Two steps forward
    Shaky knees
    Might even fall
    But before long, you're running
    Days turn to weeks that melt into years
    And as much as we'd like to freeze the moments, we can't
    Life goes on.

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    A Learning Curve

    Learning to crawl
    Two scoots backwards
    Shaky knees
    But before long, you're going full speed
    Then time flys by
    Learning to walk
    Two steps forward
    Shaky knees
    Might even fall
    But before long, you're running
    Days turn to weeks that melt into years
    And as much as we'd like to freeze the moments, we can't
    Life goes on.

  • poeticsoul1 191w

    Born of Fire

    And his kiss will be electric
    Our lips aflame
    While purging pain, eyes stoic
    A fury, both unable to tame
    Long awaited
    Consumed by desire
    Much anticipated
    A hunger born of fire.