The King is back
- Mar 31, 2008
- Nowhere in particular.
I think it's time I start posting the poetry(or whatever you want to call it) regularly. I have too many to post them all, so I will just do my top twenty favorites and just do my most recent after that.
Five will start off.
Five will start off.
On this piece of white paper,
I am the blue lines that ink writes on.
You are the red, thin margin that keeps me in line,
And the pen that brings us together is our bond — our love.
Together in our notebook, we write out our journeys.
By flipping page-by-page, we see something special.
A special something that is ominous —
It's so magical that neither of us expected it to be true.
We were once alone when we didn't express our words,
Just follow my pen, baby.
Together, I'll write us a sentence to hold onto forever.
A poet with no thoughts,
The idea comes to mind,
But the words come out flat
They’re emotionless in appearance,
And entirely false;
They are a fraud in meaning
And the poet searches for a way pass writer’s block
Here is the poet who has no concept
But writes for the thrill of it.
You probably know him by his name,
But that is irrelevant.
He writes for the love of it,
And not cause of emotions thrown into it.
Yes, the poet just writes because he can
And because he can, he continues to write.
The poet is very tired, as that is very obvious
His words sloppy,
And form is off.
His meter is not correct,
But he does not care;
His writing is about what’s fair,
To him, and him alone.
This is the poet
Who writes at night,
And this is quite alright.
Night falls on darkened skies.
Tonight we make love under twilight’s eyes,
Touching each other in suggestive poses.
We’re so close, everything touching - especially our noses.
Angels will sing the name of their beautiful creation.
They speak only in riddle, sparking confusion.
Light beckons down onto the ground from the heavenly skies,
It reaches down to the beautiful maiden where truth and hope lies.
I've known this for sure and definitely.
I’ve been making love to an angel so heavenly
The gods themselves envy my fortune
This is why I shall hold onto her until she goes away from me.