When I fall asleep grief guides me to the realm of unworthy dreams and secret fears

When I’m asleep you cover my body like fine sheets You wrap your cotton tongue around my woozy mind You hold my spine in a soft grip pressed against your abysmal creases never wanting me to leave Soothing my longing with only your rustling breath and crushing weight

When I wake up you’re a ghost hiding in the billowing field of my piercing nerves Waiting for me to rest my head again as grief never leaves my shaky bones

(Hi Amelia. I’d like to submit this one only with my initials K.O.M. I’m not fealing comfortable enough (yet) revealing my blog name. If you have questions or suggestions please feel free to contact me. Also please don’t publish my e-mail address. Thank you.)

The thrashing storm from boiling clouds descend upon my brain from an unknown place,

they have the intent to kill,

to kill every good thought and warm feeling my body latches on to.

With my mind drenched and exhausted,

i let go and allow numbness to overtake me,

to cripple me,

forcing my body to wrack with the sobs that seem to come from nowhere.

Whats wrong you ask,

if only i knew.

Seeing the twinkle of a thousand stars 
Adorn eyes ,blinking, blue
Capturing the breaths of every soul
With just a smile, a laugh, how could you

Not realise true beauty
As it forms willingly
On your china doll face

With every crinkle and contour
I can’t help thinking
That if you were a flower,
Each petal perfect in its purity
We would all be leaves

Obscured by true perfection but too 
In awe of  you
To care

And that
Is why i stare

It’s so easy how you miss everything

It’s easy to miss the way your nine year old dog looks at you

It’s easy to miss your grandma

It’s easy to miss how your back yard wasn’t just a back yard

            But it was your sandbox

            It was your jungle gym

            It was where your first dog hid behind those bushes

            It was when you told your Mom no because your Dad was going out of town

It’s easy to miss that you had a dram last night.

You were in your home and you dreamt that someone came in your room, held your arms down, and tried to kill you. And you tried to breath. You were suffocated. Wishing, praying for breath. Please could he not kill me, one more breath.

And yet it was so wrong, because how many times did you pray for death?

15?

20?

30 times, at least?

No cuts, just suffocation. And lost of memory.

It’s easy to give things up to education, or choices

It’s easy to pretend things are good with your sister and that you don’t smoke

It’s easy to pretend this wasn’t done in the shadows

It’s easy to pretend this wasn’t hand written

On a grill

Without lights

And you didn’t just blow away a cockroach

It’s easy

It’s easy to pretend

It’s easy

Im lost

To this poems initiation
Usually the first line sparks a conversation
But blank and dumb my time is quickly wasting
Im trying to pinch punch and push procrastination

Im sighing
Head back eyes up
Fiendishly fishing for memories among my thoughts oceans
I dive in
To blue and silver dreams 
Memories stir, clear and blurred, 
sea of imagination.

Bang!
Sudden.
Amidst my exploration
Exploding colours like bangers ignites my deepend vision.
I see bright lights blinding rays.
Ideas igniting ideas fuels up my motivation.

And i know why
Its because I see you
a floating memory,
I remember you.
My inspiration.l
So core emotions move me

So without delay
Nor hesitation
I put pen to paperto preserve my mental pace

Because

I am

A poetic alchemist
I will have your mind twisted
Visions
Warped
By lyrical majestics

Literary witchery from my psyche leave you demented
Creative metrical compositions my minds alerted

Because I am 

A lexical idiomic linguistic illusionist  
I can alter your mind and emotion by the magic of language 
So never ever think that a poesis stands for weakness
Our strength sits on our lips. Through the words by which we speak. 

I am 

a poet

By Renee Thompson

Keys part 1 - the angelic magician of the air
 
Sudden.
The Sultry seduction  subliminal to the naïve mind of a girl who writhes for loves touch.
His hands. Palms up, wide open as he spreads his arms like wings to cuddle the innocent
 
Comfort me.
Hold me.
Love me.
Are the silent begs of the naïve. 
his pouted lips blow smooth kisses on the napes of her neck.
The wooing words whispered softly appeasing the spirit
Alighting a spark in the naives stomach.
 
Wanting.
Needing.
the slow soft blows steadily increases it swoops
 til the wind triggers the spark to spread like wild fire through her body whole.
A new fire energy covered in pleasant heat sensations like cayenne pepper to the tongue.
 
Feeding
Giving
Like a warm breeze stroking all corners of a free body, she speaks
“Let it spiral around me and caress me whole til my eyes close and I am taken up towards the sky”.
Spinning.        
 Free.
 
Free?

Free but under control?

 Free as in the illusion.
The trick that was caste upon her so.. so…
Deceived.
 
Why did the friendly cool breeze morph into the breeze of a storm like an enemy?
As she is high and she looks down at the cumulus clouds changing its faces, changing its air.
She in mid-flight still in the arms of the angelic deceiver wonders
“How did I allow my mind and physical to be the magicians volunteer so easily? “ Why?”
 
He Smothers her.
As the fog blinds her sight and her minds sight leaving her confused; vulnerability.
Whilst the drones and rumbles of thunder, shakes her as it bites more aggressive and menacing,
Her eyes like a tide begin to well up , thus her tears like rain began a heavy down pour. She speaks.
“Angelic deceiver as the cold night air of the desert, please         don’t leave me. Despite foul play.
Don’t leave me cold.
If indeed I fall from this very height,
would you make me fall hard? Like acorn to concrete? Broken?
Or would you be so kind to let me fall like a leaf to moist grass in autumn?”
 As the naïve girl lay on fields of cotton, she looked upwards to the sky as the air around her softens.
 Thinking
Wondering
Longing
Whilst the winds last gentle brush upon her cheek leaves
She wonders
 If I had been stubborn like the roots of an oak, would the wind have followed behind me?
 Would the angelic air stay to please for the sakes of us both rather than himself?
 Her yearns to feel love was much too strong and thus caused her to be easy like the change in seasons.
 The naïve,
 Still innocent,
Only wants to feel loved.
 She speaks. “Why can’t I just feel like I’m loved?”
 
By Renee Thompson

I hate the way you make me feel, I hate the things you do.

I hate the laugh you always fake, I hate every inch of you.

I hate your grin, even worse your smile, your eyes, your nose, they’re all so vile.

You make my thoughts spin out of control, I doubt you even have a soul.

I hate the way your life’s a mess, I even hate the way you dress.

I hate it when you say you’re done, I hate the fact that you’re the one.

I hate that we’re a perfect fit, I hate the fucking way you sit, you walk ,you talk, 

you make me cringe, the things you do send me a twinge. 

I hate that I can’t leave for good, even though I really should. 

I hate the way I love you so, I wish these feelings all would go, 

and melt down like a winters snow. But that’ll never happen, no.

I hate the way I love you.

all my life i’ve been told

that the world is either black or white

but now, lying here all alone

i’m starting to dream in grey

noticing the shades in between

every two extremities

          - fygjf, http://fygjf.tumblr.com/