Things You Thought You Knew: poetry

Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, February 12, 2022

Sleeping Beauty

I see Sleeping Beauty differently,

Her hair is not blonde and straight,

It's dark brown, curly, and a bit frizzy,

With as much elegance and grace

Skin with the hue of caramel,

Soft, silken and smooth.

Kisses capable of love spells,

With lips as full as the moon.

Dark brown eyes with the depth of night,

Agaze enough to lose yourself inside.

Her smile feels like the warmth of sunrise,

When it shines just a little too bright.

It took a lifetime to say I found you,

Traveled a world for just one kiss.

I'm a witness that the stories are true,

A confession that magic exists.

~Ivory

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Poetry: I Dislike Missing You

I spend my time missing you,

More than I have ever had you.

I wallow in a construction of the truth,

Where life is the wall that splits us in two.

Our time pieces together like a mosaic,

From abandoned parts of ourselves.

Moments that have become too erratic,

Peddler of dreams we can no longer sell.

My days are spent wading adrift,

Currency exchange for just one kiss.

A role that I play to simply exist,

I patiently wait for a time to live.

~Ivory

THE O COLLECTION

Freaky Fact: Standing 69 *18+

Instructions II - Unseen

Poetry: Courtroom

Your case yearns this verdict,

Let me touch your burden of proof.

Show your exculpatory evidence,

It’s justice in your courtroom.

I love hearing your plea’s,

During my oral arguments.

Disclose to me your felony,

While I taste your indictment.

Remove those articles,

I want to admire your jurisdiction.

Remand your collateral,

On my subpoenas injunction.

I lay claim to your appeal,

Enjoy motions from your counsel.

Admissive and concealed

I make love to your acquittal.

~Ebony

THE O COLLECTION

Freaky Fact: Standing 69 *18+

Instructions II - Unseen

Poetry: Drifting

I lift my hands from the wheel,

Calculated risk of random resignation.

Tight, smooth leather, pulled over steel,

Left on its own in search of a destination.

Adrift I wander from left to right,

To live I risk losing myself.

Running into everything called life,

I realize that I want nothing else.

Reclined I adjust my headrest,

I don’t mind the hum of the unknown.

This vehicle seems to run on stress,

That struggle to call someone ‘home’.

My life lacks alignment,

My transmission seems to be slipping.

I don’t know where I went.

All I know is that this is not living.

My surroundings are driven by traffic,

I was a young man when I sat in this car.

My direction now seems a bit pragmatic,

Maybe I’m an old man driven too far.

~Ivory

THE O COLLECTION

Freaky Fact: Standing 69 *18+

Instructions II - Unseen

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Poetry: I’m Sorry

I’m sorry you’re not enough,

Tipping scales of the unfair.

‘Look honey this is love’,

Tattered dreams worn and frail.

I’m sorry you’re so imperfect,

Blind standards of what we deserve.

I speak only in muddled curses,

Possession, my only concern.

I’m sorry you’re always wrong,

Conflict is our sweetest ballad.

Failure has become our only song,

An ode to this love of sadness.

I am sorry if I am mean,

This is all that is left of me.

From the outside looking in I can’t see.

Veil that adorns my apology.

~Ebony

THE O COLLECTION

Freaky Fact: Standing 69 *18+

Instructions II - Unseen

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Poetry: Please

Please don't love me,
You have stained this glass.
Lost serenity,
Amnesia of my past.
My days of quiet misery,
Grow quieter the closer you are.
Wrapped in complexity,
I try to stay warm from afar.

Please don't touch me,
You have done enough.
I sift through my own debris,
Collecting pieces you failed to touch.
Gone are those moments seized,
In the haze of aberrant love.
My time has come and I am free,
Embrace what I am to become.

Please don't mourn for me,
I rise in spite of your work.
From that place I have grieved,
I've dusted off the ashes of hurt.

My strength grants invincibility,
Resolute to grow from this earth.
Truth that rewrites my story,
A testament of my self-worth.

-Ebony

THE O COLLECTION

Freaky Fact: Standing 69 *18+

Instructions II - Unseen

Monday, June 18, 2018

Poetry: Vanilla Ice Cream

When I taste you I feel warm inside,
Even when you're always frigid.
Cold, I freeze to the core with pride,
Especially after a good licking.

Smooth and silken you melt in my hands,

Consumed you drip from my lips.

I tighten my grip as you come to an end,

Sugar walls I begin to strip.

Exposed

I lean in for the last of you,

Inside my mind starts to scream.

Sugar that resonates through and through,

My beloved vanilla ice cream.

~Ebony

Cum to my past:

Now That You're Gone

Come Between My Pages

Death of a Butterfly

Torturous Bliss

He said She said

The Clown Princess of Sorrow

Harmonica Orgasm

Bondage Around the House

Exploration of Self

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