I grew up in a small country place, and i loved it there. I enjoy gardening, cooking, painting, drawing, scuplting, and of course, writing poetry. more »
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Afrodita Alkline Poems
May my existence[my entity] trespass your thighs? Trespass into your being, such an untouchable force from the outside world- honor me with your inviting thighs. Allow the touch of my energy and feel the force of the world's gravity upon my fingertips on such tender premises. Your softness invites my shaking hands.
Acrostic Poem: Soledad
Sufres en mí? Otros no me conocen La lluvia es linda En el cielo oscuro
A steady Beat Does not repeat His wisdom shines throught the grapevines
Are you sleeping, my love?
Are you sleeping my love, deepening sighs fill your lungs Are you sleeping my child, angels play the night's sad songs Are you sleeping my love, a sleep deeper than quiet death…
pretty little dolls sitting in teapots driking special tea playing with their key
Im not ever here, I don't exist unless I exist in someone else Im a reflection of everyone ive encountered, I eat their words like air I am never present, I dissolve in their commands, I do as I'm told. They like it that way, be a good obedient dog, stay they say. And I do.
But ts All Me-
Somedays I know the world, Others I stand alone Somedays I feel at home Ohers my heart is stone
Little flower, little flower Fragile, delicate rose Little flower, stands so tall Do you not ever fear to fall?
Im sorry im not straight im sorry im not curvy im sorry I have an anger problem im sorry I curse
come into my world let ur mind undo let ur body swirl thoughts of color blue
i am me, but im also you
I am your lover, i would never hurt you I am your heart, i can kill you or i can give you life I am your sinner, I watch lustfully at women and I envy those with wonderous hands I am your mother, I cry alone at night not to have your father here with me
In My Haunted Dreams
Heavy and deep as the clocks do their ticks Slowly-by, the dreamchathers tricks- I fell into a deep-haunted sleep your heart was the one i tried to keep
I dreamt a girl.
Her body looked a more radiant way against the moon lit sky The stars, the backdrop, to her most soft curving thighs Her eyes, closed tenderly, made her face soften in peaceful deliverance Giving her self to the arms of forever. Her smile taken forever from her face.
'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'
Theres a Hyde inside of me, in surface, Dr Jekyll For if there was but one of I-then life would be too simple At times, the Hyde inside of me, torments me to insanity Appears before me, the sin of Hyde, in forboding vanity
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May my existence[my entity] trespass your thighs?
Trespass into your being, such an untouchable force from the outside world- honor me with your inviting thighs.
Allow the touch of my energy and feel the force of the world's gravity upon my fingertips on such tender premises.
Your softness invites my shaking hands.
Shaking. Afraid; will you break me down again?