Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
PhoenixBurning in my flames, I rage my fire
Leaping with the cinders to bring this heat higher,
You come along, bringing the spring rain,
My fires smolder out, I rise up cooled again...And now there you stand, laughing and smiling wide,
The fires ate your clothes, but you didn't hide...
Unabashed you walk towards me while winking...
I go WTF? My eyes won't stop blinking...You grab me by the arm, drawing me near to you...
Leading me to the river, we plunge into the blue...
Now the burning is gone, and the scars soon fade,
We lay under the surface, and under the shade,I fall asleep in your arm, as they protect me...
Don't care if I wake up, or if I forever dream...
Just happy in this moment, when loved is what I feel...
Hope you know my thanks, for helping this heart heal...
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Lonely ImmortalityWould that I step down from my postion,
Taking up another tradition,
Willing my body to age with grace,
Finding on earth a resting place,
Not losing a love, and falling again,
But rising above, free from this sin,
The harm that is brought on being me,
This pain, this hollow Immortality.
Weiber...
For women everywhere.
You see great kindness, loving and compassion,
A knight in shining armor that's never out of fashion,
A gentleman, sure, and some would say handsome,
A man for whom you'd give a king's ransom,
So I pose this question to all those ladies around,
If it is so awesome, why don't you make a sound?
Why can you not feel for him this wondrous love he needs?
What is wrong with him that you ignore how he bleeds?
Not from a wound on the flesh, nay much deeper inside,
This particular wound is one which he must hide,
But you know it is there, you can feel it in your soul,
He only wants the one, his center, to make him whole.
So what is he doing to frighten you off?
Please an answer, 'tis demanded, and please do not scoff.
Is it the intensity you see as you peer into his eyes?
Or the truth you find behind his usual disguise,
When he lets down the guards that he holds so close,
What about him makes you as a ghost?
Perhaps not the man that drives you away,
But your own soul and heart that permit not your stay,
Well then why not just say so? Relieve this poor fool.
Heal up this wounded heart pierced by the arrow of ridicule,
For other men who see laugh and sneer at him,
Saying amongst themselves, "he should be with women",
"We're so much better, look at our harems full!"
"He's never been with one, He's so uncool!"
He hears this and frowns, for chances he has had,
But to use a woman would turn good into bad,
He has honor and chivalry, a lost art in this time,
These bring about his pain, and his design.
Not a physical act does this warrior desire,
Just the true love to quench undying fire.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Weiber...For women everywhere.
You see great kindness, loving and compassion,
A knight in shining armor that's never out of fashion,
A gentleman, sure, and some would say handsome,
A man for whom you'd give a king's ransom,
So I pose this question to all those ladies around,
If it is so awesome, why don't you make a sound?
Why can you not feel for him this wondrous love he needs?
What is wrong with him that you ignore how he bleeds?
Not from a wound on the flesh, nay much deeper inside,
This particular wound is one which he must hide,
But you know it is there, you can feel it in your soul,
He only wants the one, his center, to make him whole.
So what is he doing to frighten you off?
Please an answer, 'tis demanded, and please do not scoff.
Is it the intensity you see as you peer into his eyes?
Or the truth you find behind his usual disguise,
When he lets down the guards that he holds so close,
What about him makes you as a ghost?
Perhaps not the man that drives you away,
But your own soul and heart that permit not your stay,
Well then why not just say so? Relieve this poor fool.
Heal up this wounded heart pierced by the arrow of ridicule,
For other men who see laugh and sneer at him,
Saying amongst themselves, "he should be with women",
"We're so much better, look at our harems full!"
"He's never been with one, He's so uncool!"
He hears this and frowns, for chances he has had,
But to use a woman would turn good into bad,
He has honor and chivalry, a lost art in this time,
These bring about his pain, and his design.
Not a physical act does this warrior desire,
Just the true love to quench undying fire.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
For women everywhere.You see great kindness, loving and compassion,
A knight in shining armor that's never out of fashion,
A gentleman, sure, and some would say handsome,
A man for whom you'd give a king's ransom,
So I pose this question to all those ladies around,
If it is so awesome, why don't you make a sound?
Why can you not feel for him this wondrous love he needs?
What is wrong with him that you ignore how he bleeds?
Not from a wound on the flesh, nay much deeper inside,
This particular wound is one which he must hide,
But you know it is there, you can feel it in your soul,
He only wants the one, his center, to make him whole.
So what is he doing to frighten you off?
Please an answer, 'tis demanded, and please do not scoff.
Is it the intensity you see as you peer into his eyes?
Or the truth you find behind his usual disguise,
When he lets down the guards that he holds so close,
What about him makes you as a ghost?
Perhaps not the man that drives you away,
But your own soul and heart that permit not your stay,
Well then why not just say so? Relieve this poor fool.
Heal up this wounded heart pierced by the arrow of ridicule,
For other men who see laugh and sneer at him,
Saying amongst themselves, "he should be with women",
"We're so much better, look at our harems full!"
"He's never been with one, He's so uncool!"
He hears this and frowns, for chances he has had,
But to use a woman would turn good into bad,
He has honor and chivalry, a lost art in this time,
These bring about his pain, and his design.
Not a physical act does this warrior desire,
Just the true love to quench undying fire.
I'm a beautiful woman, and frankly I am quite sickened by this repulsive post. I resent your pseudo-sensitive nature and I would prefer to be treated like the skank I am. Now please, spit in my love-face.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Weiber...For women everywhere.
You see great kindness, loving and compassion,
A knight in shining armor that's never out of fashion,
A gentleman, sure, and some would say handsome,
A man for whom you'd give a king's ransom,
So I pose this question to all those ladies around,
If it is so awesome, why don't you make a sound?
Why can you not feel for him this wondrous love he needs?
What is wrong with him that you ignore how he bleeds?
Not from a wound on the flesh, nay much deeper inside,
This particular wound is one which he must hide,
But you know it is there, you can feel it in your soul,
He only wants the one, his center, to make him whole.
So what is he doing to frighten you off?
Please an answer, 'tis demanded, and please do not scoff.
Is it the intensity you see as you peer into his eyes?
Or the truth you find behind his usual disguise,
When he lets down the guards that he holds so close,
What about him makes you as a ghost?
Perhaps not the man that drives you away,
But your own soul and heart that permit not your stay,
Well then why not just say so? Relieve this poor fool.
Heal up this wounded heart pierced by the arrow of ridicule,
For other men who see laugh and sneer at him,
Saying amongst themselves, "he should be with women",
"We're so much better, look at our harems full!"
"He's never been with one, He's so uncool!"
He hears this and frowns, for chances he has had,
But to use a woman would turn good into bad,
He has honor and chivalry, a lost art in this time,
These bring about his pain, and his design.
Not a physical act does this warrior desire,
Just the true love to quench undying fire.
This poem is really really good.
Heaven
To sir across from you
In a dark and smoky room,
Seeing firelight dance,
Your eyes light up the gloom,
To hold you close to me,
Dancing on dew-moist grass at night,
The only witnesses the stars overhead,
To hear your musical laughter
Tickling the air sonorously,
Seeing a smile from you
Lifts my spirits wondrously...
To be near you, to know you,
is Heaven. ..... To me.