POTW 40 winner Wraith..
Soft skin glistens,
in the light of the moon
slow rhythmic breathing,
sings pleasures sweet tune
the gentle caress,
of rosey red lips
heartbeat in unison,
with steady dancing hips
the taste of the flesh,
so salty and sweet
the scent of perfume,
makes all else obsolete
two souls become one,
in this loving embrace
two bodies move together,
with passion and grace
a sense of fulfillment,
reaches the heart
then all of a sudden,
I wake with a start
the alarm clock screams,
a rude waking tune
just one more dream,
that ended to soon.....
POTW 41 winner Rummy with...
"Sad little people with little to do"
why must they display so much hate
torn and twisted, no remorse
is it life they can't properly navigate?
mayhem and drama they must create
no happiness anywhere of course
anxiety is what they choose to delegate
dragging me in with words as their bait
ill feelings inside their source
reactions to insults said is all they rate
is there a reason this makes them feel great?
low self esteem it could be of course
a life to be damned seems to be their own fate
abuse on a screen in a sudden spate
the words and language so coarse
making you sick like something you ate
Im very sorry to say but its all too late
my forgiveness you cannot force
there is no way the I will clean your slate
your significance to me will surely abate
POTW 42 Winner...
Was it that she simply wouldn't, or was it that she simply couldn't?
Maybe underneath it all she just thought that she really shouldn't.
It's a risk to speak her mind, for her peers would leave her behind,
They don't know that when she "jokes" she lies for fear they'll be unkind.
So now she is the "funny" one, she saved herself from being shunned,
But if even she doesn't realise this, how can she stop it from coming undone.
So far behind yet so far ahead, a separation forms in her,
So many things she hasn't said, the lines inside her start to blur.
The fissures in her start to tear, she screams out things, once she wouldn't dare,
It's been so long she doesn't care, all her thoughts, her feelings laid bare.
So much time had passed since she had spoken, she'd held it in 'til she had to be broken,
To speak the words, her only token; her proof of consciousness, always there, but just awoken.
She cannot talk anymore, so she just cries, but now her fears they all see too,
Emotions for her are a chore, and all those lies, they now see through.
She can speak her mind, and even if she's wrong,
She is not left behind, she learns and becomes strong.
She's free to speak, and knows her feelings are always true and right,
Her future is no longer bleak; she steps into the light.
And no, she's not the same, but over time, she comes to realise,
That no one is to blame, and she's just fine; she doesn't need to see herself through other peoples' eyes.
It no longer matters what they think or what they say;
What she thinks is what matters most, and she knows she's perfect, in her own unique way.
The winner of POTW #43...
Only under the glistening moon,
I still remember your face.
For it was in this blowing breeze,
You vanished without a trace.
I have tried so hard to find you,
The magic in your touch.
The way it sets my skin on fire,
I'm missing you so much.
When you are not at my side,
I wake up in regret.
It hurts so much that sometimes,
I wish we'd never met.
So I sit and stare at gray skies,
And wonder why your gone.
And call out your name so sadly,
I know I should move on.
But something holds me still,
I am caught in your spell.
I am caught up in your destiny,
You're my heaven in this hell.
Come back to me my darling,
And take this hurt away.
Be my salvation my darling,
Bring back our yesterday.