Poetry

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My Choice

Will I ever be satisfied, or forever be amiss.

I have had a few flings, and they seem to sting my soul,

 for I know that I am better than this.

Yet to be owned by someone, makes this hole grow.

I wish not to be controlled; you cannot put a fence around my soul,

So please, do not even try. I wish not to cry, and it’s not that my heart has died,

It’s just that I am not sure how much I really care to adore,

With out this, my life is far from bare; my career is my life long companion.

I need not your son to make me complete,

for he will only be jealous of my time spent with me.

Can’t you see, that perhaps selfishly, much of my time is spent on my career.

For in the past, I have helped many others, their ambition never did last.

So why even try to live this lie; I now, wish to focus on me.

However my heart is still quite large, I hold several there.

And although no one will ever hold all of me, you may get a piece.

You cannot buy me so don’t even try, but you may forever hold the lease.

Water

I am here dancing swiftly,

Through a path I made years ago.

The wind is trickling at my back,

And the ground is tickling at my toes.

I glide through here ever so silently,

All that is heard is my silent songs.

I may kill, but too more I bring forth life.

When the sun comes out, I soar to the heavens.

Floating above, I see all.

The skies spark, and the heavens growl,

And once again I am upon the ground.

All is cold and I fall into a frozen death.

But life still flows on below me.

At this time I surround all.

I feel the warmth of the sun,

And once again I make my way back to my self.

I am here dancing swiftly,

Through a path I made years ago.

                                                        ~XZanthia

Star Catching Net

I made a net, a star catching net,

A net with a really long pole.

I made a net, a star catching net,

Because I had a very important goal.

So I made a net, a star catching net,

Because I gazed upon the stars.

I made a net, a star catching net,

So I could put them all in jars.

So I took my net, my star catching net,

Outside one star filled night.

Then I raised my net, my star catching net

As one came into sight.

I captured it with my net, my star catching net,

It did not want to come down

It tugged my net my star catching net,

As I lowered it to the ground.

I sturdily held my net, my star catching net,

And put on my star catching gloves.

As I held my net my star catching net,

Its pushes turned to shoves.

I stuck my hand in my net, my star catching net,

And pulled out a wishing star.

I placed down my net, my star catching net

I then pulled out a jar.

I again raised my net, my star catching net,

And I captured many more.

For because of my net, my star catching net,

My capturing was never a bore.

I lowered my net, my star catching net,

Because now my job was done.

I laughed with my net, my star catching net,

Because the capturing was so much fun.

For because of my net, my star catching net,

I have captured all the stars.

I hugged my net, my star catching net,

As I gazed upon my many jars.

I sat upon my net, my star catching net,

And I looked upon the sky

As I held my net, my star catching net,

I felt as I was going to cry.

For because of my net, my star catching net,

The sky was all empty and black.

So I broke my net, my star catching net,

And put them all back.

 

Bat Winged Reptiles

Bat winged reptiles, soar through the sky,

Amazed as I watch them, with my mind’s eye.

Touching clouds, as they fly high.

Winding through passages, only known to me,

I was once a dragon you see.

Night found me hungry, tired alone,

Greed, was the reason for my dragon-like moans.

Eating maidens, kings and knights,

Dragon’s manners aren’t very polite.

Rough is the life, but the pleasures are grand.

Escaping from knights with their maidens in hand.

Pleasures galore, rising floor to ceiling.

The dragon’s lair isn’t very appealing.

It’s messy, it’s dirty, it’s full of bones.

Looks like a pigsty, but I call it home.

Eggshells from earlier dragons scattered about.

Shinning like jewels, both inside and out.

Soon my dragon-like looks would disappear.

Only my spirit, would still be here.

A wizard appeared in my lair one day.

“Rotten dragon, for your greed you must pay!”

Touching me with his wand.

He disappeared, and then I yawned.

Rolled over, and fell asleep.

Out came my spirit, with a leap.

Unusual feelings I felt at that time.

Ghostly fears came into my mind.

Hearing screams of terror, a door is what I find.

The strange things stop, I’m in the sky.

Hearing nothing as I fly high.

Entering the door in my mind.

Soaring above,

Caring for nothing, for I am a dove,

Yes I am a dove; all I care of now, is love.

                                                        ~XZanthia

Sacred space of decay

A flower, pink in color. Soft and smooth

Flowing with sweet nectar.

Honey in the hive.

Tunnel of life.

Endless domain of pleasures, never run dry.

Dry and wrinkled.

Crusty and brown, oozing yellow creamy juices.

Flavor of fish.

Clean shaven, soft and warm.

A playful companion, awaiting your return.

Pink walls lubricated with love.

With this dead animal sewn between my thighs,

with thick, black, fishing line.

Slit at the throat.

Bleeding for days on end. And the smell.

The smell of rotting flesh, that even when washed soon returns again.

Strong and pungent.

Causing one to gag.

 

                                                        ~XZanthia