This was an assignment in HIGH SCHOOL, to write a surreal poem. I went to a private catholic school, this poem was quite a scandal. So here you are a 16 year old scandalous poem. Oh how the nuns must have blushed. Oh, yeah, I got an A!
The ultimate warrior, conquerer of everything.
A master of people, enslaving them with whips of emotion and spears of tears.
A planted seed that has grown into the essence of everything else.
The food of Gods and sustenance of well being.
You and all your shinning glory.
A firey sun burning us up inside.
Consuming all and lighting up our eyes.
You can be the chocholate of life,
sweet and satisfying.
Lie on my tongue and melt slowly becoming a part of me.
Flowing into my eager insides until I have had my fill of you and must vomit you up so as to start over again.
You can be the driving force, my persistant goal.
The one thing that drives my hungry spirit on
nipping greedily at the teasing glimpses of your juicy self.
Touch me with your feathery hands and hot cold eyes.
Know me as a lover and a friend an intimate companion,
seeing every inch of my pale being, my naked skin.
Dress me up with your clinging arms and groping self.
I run through your wilderness freely
My hair tangled in the trees of your lush surface.
Rolling uncontrolled
Not having enough
but not wanting more
You are everything
and you are nothing.
Love.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-09-16 at 04:10
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To Love
The ultimate warrior, conquerer of everything.
A master of people, enslaving them with whips of emotion and spears of tears.
A planted seed that has grown into the essence of everything else.
The food of Gods and sustenance of well being.
You and all your shinning glory.
A firey sun burning us up inside.
Consuming all and lighting up our eyes.
You can be the chocholate of life,
sweet and satisfying.
Lie on my tongue and melt slowly becoming a part of me.
Flowing into my eager insides until I have had my fill of you and must vomit you up so as to start over again.
You can be the driving force, my persistant goal.
The one thing that drives my hungry spirit on
nipping greedily at the teasing glimpses of your juicy self.
Touch me with your feathery hands and hot cold eyes.
Know me as a lover and a friend an intimate companion,
seeing every inch of my pale being, my naked skin.
Dress me up with your clinging arms and groping self.
I run through your wilderness freely
My hair tangled in the trees of your lush surface.
Rolling uncontrolled
Not having enough
but not wanting more
You are everything
and you are nothing.
Love.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
Read 656 times
Written on 2006-09-16 at 04:10
Tags Love
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