![]() Time of DeathA Poem by John Russell![]() This is my most recently written poem; So I figure it'd be perfect to be my first posted. I wrote this in a sort of sad-sarcastic tone with a bit of feeling relieved or released.. feelings for a girl.![]() Oh, the timing! Her impeccable timing! As if my mind is ever minding I see her glow and how bright she's shinning Oh, she's shinning, and her glow's so blinding I see truth; her glow's inviting I see truth in her soul-I'm finding I see me when her soul's confiding As lost as mine and constantly crying As lost as mine, yet only hiding Damn this timing! She must be trying! An imperfect gift wrapped in sliver lining Oh, this timing! Why would she be lying? In my bed I see her lying In my arms is when she's shying As my life continues with no guiding My soul's been lifted yet isn't flying Meanwhile, in this dim inviting lighting On her smooth inner thigh I'm biting An ocean of eyes, a heavenly sighting While our lying is contrasted in our subtle fighting Oh, her Timing! So exciting! Enticing..writing..ask sex if it's the right thing! Is our love even trying? My useless emotion always whinning Why try when my soul's always crying Always denying that my heart's ever trying While denial is smart, my mind isn't buying That sex is all she's been supplying This sex with love underlying Her death consumes her while I'm undying Her hollowed shivers identifying Our nights together and how defining My resilient heart is now relying Oh, the timing! I swear she's trying! To sit there quiet and barely sighing! An answer made, yet mine denying Come out and say what you've been hiding! Oh, the timing! My mind is flying My soul is gone and your's complying My heart is your's for the rest of time and Now I lie to continue dying. © 2013 John RussellAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() John RussellWinter Park, FLAboutExperience the simplistic wonder of pure emotions felt by a young lion destined to become king. The words used are but a fragment of the expression wanting to be let out instead of stressing the tensi.. more.. |