A Poem from Neil to Safire (Neil's Fire Teaser #2)

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Sexy Love

Its been a while (not to steal Staind's title) that I've shared a poem with you guys so today I decided why not.

I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this but I hope you enjoy!!

 

Sexy Love

You step into the room

All eyes on you

Your scent wraps around me

Sinful and decadent.

You lips tip ever so slightly

A secret smile

And mine answers.

Last night

Not a distant memory

Tonight

I tingle in anticipation.

The way you wrap your hair

Roll down those thigh highs

Ever so slowly

The way you lick those cherry lips

Slowly,

I shudder

Pings of delight scotching my spine.

What you want,

What you need

Clear

With that look I know so well.

My heart pounds

My loins melt

Truly sexy, my lover

Lovely

My sexy love.

The Confusion that is Life

An innocent baby is born

With no knowledge of this cruel world

But she learns

She learns from a tender age

That, things do not come in easy packages

Food, education, clean water

Sleep

But….

She is strong

She learns to depend on herself

To take the heartache and forgive

That courage is not without fear

But fear conquered

That tears are not a weakness

But a cleansing of the soul

That success is not based on the salary you earn

But the appreciation that failure leads to knowledge

That strength is not sitting on the throne all alone

But knowing when to reach out a helping hand

This baby learns

She grows and matures

And realizes that in this chaos,

All that is left is choice,

The choice to live for material possession, fame, recognition and all the unimportant things we are now taught to crave

Or….

The choice to live for self-discovery and self-acceptance

To appreciate family, friends and even strangers

To bask in nature’s treasures

To realize in times of pain

That there is someone worse off

Who knows what she will choose

What anyone will choose

The one thing that is sure

Is that life is a journey of many roads

Some are smooth, others bumpy

Some carefree, others filled with worry

Some lead us to the things we want

Others lead us to the things we need

No matter where these roads take us

Know that life is never easy

However, the following tools are always a soothing balm

Strength of character

Sense of integrity and honor

Honesty

Compassion for your neighbor

And most importantly

Love for one another.

Lost Love

You say you love me

Do you really?

Actions speak louder than words

Yours say you don’t.

You claim to need me

If I were gone, would you miss me?

My company seems more of an annoyance

Is my character that much of a nuisance?

“I want you,” you say

Why do I not feel desire in your touch?

A lonely bed is my only companion,

Cold and unaffectionate.

Your eyes used to light up at the sight of me

Your body ready and responsive.

Now dead eyes greet me

As your body turns away.

Our conversations used to bring laughter to this cold apartment

Now there are only words left unsaid.

We used to love

We used to share.

Now passion is a distant memory

Will we ever again be as we were?

Only time will tell.

Late Night Creativity-Imperfect Me

 I'm a night owl. Some of the best things I writing, happen late at night. Something about a quiet house, everyone else asleep gets the creative juices flowing.

This is a poem very close to my heart.

It's call Imperfect Me.

If you can relate, I would love to hear you story.

Enjoy!!

IMPERFECT ME

This loneliness eats at my soul

My chest is heavy with sadness

No matter what I do, I can’t shake it

This listlessness saps the energy from my body

Leaving me wanting

What exactly am I wanting????

*Sigh*

Maybe one day I will figure it out

Until then, I want, I need, desperate; I crave that something just out of reach

I hear the ticking of the clock

Seconds, minutes, hours

My defeated shadow moves across the cold room that feels so much like a prison

The telephone, useless, no one’s calling

I have nothing

Nothing but this self-refection

All this pain I need to dig through to see that infamous light on the other side

Inside my still body, the tempest grows

It beats at the shores of my mind, leaving me drenched

The pain floods the weak boundaries

And I am unable to suppress it, unable to contain it

I spills over, battering my body, curled, tears streaming

The sobs assault my senses

Self-reflection, this necessary evil that sweeps every corner of my being

No matter how dark, no matter how isolated

Nothing is inaccessible

Nothing

And finally

In the sparkling rays of the morning sun,

I rise, cleansed, a better me

I step forward, all the self-loathing, doubt and hesitation left behind

In its place, self-love and appreciation, confidence and self-acceptance

This is me, flaws and cracks, parts of all the things that make me unique, special, worth love

This is me, breathing in what peace of mind feels like

And I smile

Love is…..

Here's a short poem. Enjoy!!

Love is…..

The way you say the sweetest things to make me feel alright

Love is…..

The way you can make me smile with a glance when no one else can

Love is…..

The way my heart sighs when you enter a room

Love is…..

Every day that I have with you and the anticipation of tomorrow with you

Love is…..

The feeling that I feel this and every year with you

Love is…..

The hope of many more years with you

Love is…..

The way you love me

Love is…..

The way I love you

Love is…..

You and me, together for as long as we live

Love is…..

Having you reside in my heart and being forever alive in yours

In the land of imagination

In the land of imagination

I am queen

Prepared to rule as I see fit

Any offenders disagreeing with my reign,

Are free to leave

In the land of imagination

My kingdom is rich with laughter,

Flourishing with good health and wellbeing

Peace and love prevail

Greed and war have no place here.

In the land of imagination

Children are revered as the heirs to the future.

No child is hungry or thirsty

Or unloved,

Education is free

Sweets are aplenty,

Vegetables are a daily requirement of course.

In the land of imagination

We all appreciate each other’s difference

And celebrate our similarities.

Each man is flawed

But imperfections make us human and free to be

In the land of imagination

I am queen

Ruling with an iron fist

Understanding with a soft heart.

When my time comes

Another poem.

When my time comes

No matter how soon

Will my existence have made an impact?

A difference?

Will my actions today

Make you say, “Good Riddance.”

Or will tears of grieve accompany my departure from this earth?

When my time comes

Will I look back and think

“I wish I’d….”

Will my life had been filled with incomplete actions and words?

Would I have lives every day to the fullest?

Joyously; without reservation

With complete abandon

When my time comes

Would I have shown the ones that I love

The depth of my feelings?

My adoration?

Starting today

Every day will be an opportunity to say

“I love you”.

Starting today

To everyone who has wronged me

“I forgive you”.

Starting today

To everyone who has shown me an ounce of kindness

“Thank you”.

Starting today

My life is an example of a life truly lived

Not merely an existence

Starting today

Every breathe is a gift

And when my time comes

My last breath will be complemented by a smile.

Dreaming of a New World

Field of wheat?

Or is it a field of dreams?

Where none of the realities of today’s unforgiving world matter

Where the smell of the sweet breeze wipe away the smell of gun powder, the decay of dead bodies, the stench of greed.

Is it a place where the rays of the sun feel like beams of hope?

Hope for a better today where we are not so concerned with meaningless material possession, titles, and positions.

I look into this field and I almost believe

Believe that we can learn and appreciate the lessons nature tries to each

That we are one, divided not by race, class, nation, our own prejudices

That what you put into life and really living is what you get out of it

That we realize that protecting mother earth is the only way to continue this life and the journey beyond.

Sigh…….

This field can almost make me believe                

But reality awaits, cruel and unmerciful;

Like the hands that will ultimately harvest this land

But at this moment

None of it matters

I dream and feel the naïve hope

That maybe one day it will be as I see it.

A world where dreams grow and bloom and produce succulent fruits of hope

While seeds germinate into trees of peace.