Posts Tagged ‘intense’

Lying..

I know your good at lying
You’ve got the lips for spinning webs
One slip of the tongue can build a tower
A tower can live in together
We can grow old in the little house of lies
The strong castle you built for me
Sit by the fire, fed by fairytales you tell
And tell each other more lies all night
So, lovely liar, would you you tell me one lie?
That I mean more than anything?
It really would be wonderful if you lied
And told me how much you love me

Don’t lie. you’re good at lying
You know what everyone wants to hear
One or two minutes and you got them smiling,
Even if it isn’t the whole truth nothing but
You and I could smile for hours, you know
I can tell the little things that drove us crazy
No doubt you’ll smile at that
Then you can lie and say you love me,
You can lie and tell me how much better
Life got for you once I stepped in
It’d surely make me smile it you lied
And told me how much you loved me

No one knows, but i know your good at lying
You’ve got the sincerity in your voice for telling tales
One word can build a boat 
A boat we can live on together
We can sail the sea of lies on the rowboat
The indestructible rowboat made of are lies
Every single lie you told me
And I wont mind
If you lied
And told me how much you loved me.

“It fits both not just one I think”

Goodbye, My Friend

Posted: January 27, 2011 by Marya in Poems
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the time to go has come
this is goodbye my friend
it was nice to know you
my time here has come to an end

please dont forget me
as i wont ever you
but time to go away
is something i must do

iv places to go
people to meet
some maybe far
others up the street

im going back home now
from which i came
iv spent been many years away
but it almost looks the same

i shouldve went back long ago
so much time has passed
things are different now
and i cannot change the past

maybe one day we shall
meet again
but now its time to say
goodbye my friend

Reality is that slap in the face
When you think you have the world by the tail
And life seems to be moving at your own pace
When you feel like there is no way you can fail.

Reality is there to open your eyes
When you find you were walking with them closed
And it shows you a sight that can surely make you cry
Because with reality, it shows you what you already know.

Reality breaks a person’s heart and soul
And destroys dreams and hopes that a person feels
The truth and only truth is reality’s only goal
And it doesn’t care whose world that it might kill.

Reality keeps me in a state of mind
That I know it has complete control
But sometimes my dreams overtake reality I find
And love lives for a while in my heart and soul.

Reality is not fair.
Reality does not care.

Time to let go

Posted: December 24, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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How do you walk away from someone you love
And take the road of friend;
Can you reroute the course you have taken
And start over once again?

I don’t really want to let you go
But inside me I know I must;
The times we’ve loved . . . the times have left
My heart says stay . . . but it’s my mind I must trust.

We have shared so much together
Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;
Yet sometimes we can’t turn back time
We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.

I know one day you will be happy
And your soulmate you will find;
I know we each have one out there
Even if for now . . . only in our minds.

May life be gentle with you
May life’s best come your way;
And on some quiet tomorrow
You will realize things were better this way.

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I’ve made or the fact that I can’t bring the past back?
What is it that I’m afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I’ve hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I’m scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won’t seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can’t be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I’m feeling sad?
The person I’m expected to be? is that what I fear? . . .
I think the thing I fear most . . .is me 

diving headfirst into words
as the midnight air curls around
and tickles my toes
blushing at his thoughts

I am carried into his bed
lying there now as his words are
now whispered

hands touching
delicate…
hot….
aching…..
flesh

fingers touching lips….speechless
to the neck….breathless
eyes never leaving mine
fingers dancing across fields of heated nerves until
the sweetness that I hold for him
is found

sensations take over
rubbing circles around and around
body shaking (yes, right there)
moaning (wanting to cry out)

looking in eyes with feverish passion
while these eyes open and close
my hand finds his
(maybe he will slow down)

faster …
more pressure…
eyes still on me
body losing control…
sheets intertwined between fingers and toes
kissing me …
more circles (maybe cylinders)

moans entering his mouth ..
and they must be sweet and he can’t get
enough

letting go
arching the back
breathing hard yet hardly breathing
legs weak
hands limp
breathless..
speechless..

eyes opening
only to find a flashing screen
of heated letters

Make love to me nice and slow.

Make me pour out to you all my heart and soul.

Make love to me,make it sensually last.

We got all night so don’t go to fast.

Make love to me, stoke my body with your finger’s,

go up and down.

We don’t need no music.

Our moaning will be the sound.

Make love to me,

make my body tremble from head to toe.

Tomorrow my family and friend’s will see me glow.

Make love to me, make me feel that burning fire.

And you shall become my forever one true desire.

Make love to me without making me feel insecure and used

.With you i don’t wanna feel emotionally confused.

Make love to me, and after we’re done,lay down close to me,

hold me tight.It’s OK you can spend the night.