Wishes

As you caress her hair
You think life isn't fair
As lips connect the hips reflect
The dance of couple's love

As your skin brushes
You within see sweet acid in her grin
You wish for more
But love is tough
You warm each other yet you feel cold

As you peer into her eyes
Your body melts yet you both still connect
As you gaze into her eyes
You realize
That fantasies are more than dreams

A short poem of fantasies and how men wish them to be true.

Lust

As the devil entices you in
The angel tells you not to grin
One says to give into lust
The other says to not trust it
It feels good
But they say its bad
They just tell you that to not make comprehend
That we lie its not a sin
Just give in
Pull away
Remember
Forget
Repeat
Regret

A poem about the devil and angel on your shoulders arguing about the "sin" of Lust

The Poet, The Lover, and The Mad Man

The Poet stood with an imaginary world
The Lover stood with Lover's query
The Mad Man stood with queer thoughts
Who could think that this lot
Would all be in a wonderland world
Where people are nice and would not quarrel
Where the there was never writer's block
Where nervousness and sadness would not exist
Where normal be whatever you chose
Who would think they have a lot to lose
If things went wrong in their head
This is a fact that no one ever said

inspired by a quote in the play "A Midsummer Nights Dream" by William Shakespear
By Jonathan Beringer

Empty

A poem about my feeling in this moment in time.

What should I think?
Should I think?
What should I feel?
Should I feel?
What is this feeling?
Shes not here.
No one to hold
No one to love
Should I love
Should I wish to hold
Should I wait
Shes not here
I must wait
Do I need to wait
I will wait
I will love
Till she is back to stay
I love her

Long Distance Relationship

We are in a relationship that's true love
Our love grows while our spirits die
We talk, we laugh, we enjoy each others voices
We wish to kiss, hug, hold each other
We wait
We grow impatient
We love
We stress
No one knows about this love
No one knows about this curse
So as I say not to be sad
I feel sad on the inside
I love you
I can't wait to start loving you
So as I love you
I must wait
to say I love you
and hold you
and say I will be here to stay

Excellent Colletion Of Cartoonists -CLICK HERE-

A great collection of short cartoons from different cartoonist. This is on the video sharing site YouTube.

http://www.youtube.com/user/futureshorts?blend=2&ob=4

Eyes

Blue eyes
Black eyes
Brown eyes
Shy eyes
Small eyes
Big eyes
Lovely eyes
Sexy eyes
Green eyes
Weird eyes
Love struck eyes
Blurry eyes
Cross-eyed
Drunk eyes
Confused eyes
Closed eyes
Open Eyes
Eye lashes
Eye brows
Four-eyed
Strange eyes
Sad eyes
Teary eyed
Pained eyes
Squinted eyes
Wanting eyes
Luring eyes
Dangerous eyes
Focused eyes
Prey's eyes
Predator's eyes
Poet's eyes
Mad man's eyes
Nervous eyes
Lover's eyes

No matter what type of eyes they will always see only you...

Poem of Random -not by me-

a poem i found strange and amusing

Rose

I wrote this a couple years ago and never kept working on it. It was supposed to be a book about a girl who goes through many strange events in a strange world. Here are the first three paragraphs explaining the character, Rosaline. Definitely not my best work but keep in mind I was much younger when I wrote this.


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Rosaline Evergreen was a fourteen year old girl living in a home with her two parents who cared only about their work. Rosaline had long strait black hair that was smooth as silk and she had bright eyes, one blue the other green that complimented her perfect black hair. Rosaline was a kind girl who loved animals, plants, water, and many other elements of nature. Rosaline’s father, Henry Evergreen, was a writer. He would write stories about war, economy, money, power, greed, and any other thing that makes most books boring. He has written thirty seven books so far and only about three of them have been published. Mr. Evergreen sits on his computer most of the day, writing and researching. He is a slightly tall man; he is forty and has brown hair and brown eyes. He has bags under his eyes because he rarely sleeps. To stay awake he constantly drinks coffee, but that doesn’t help most of the time.

Mrs. Laura Evergreen, Rosaline’s mother, worked as a teacher in a local law school. She was a stuck up woman who only cared about herself. She loved her work, though; she sometimes loved it more than her family. She would spend almost all day grading papers, making tests, checking schedules, and many other things related to her work as a teacher. There was a large stack of papers on Rosaline’s parent’s bed on the side that her father was supposed to sleep on. These stacks of papers were mostly from Mrs. Evergreen’s teaching. Since Mr. Evergreen would rarely sleep in a bed and usually on an office chair with a keyboard for a pillow, and then having to press backspace for about five minutes in the morning because his face typed too many letters, Mrs. Evergreen would use the bed as her own office.

Rosaline was a lonely girl, she had no friends. Her only friend was the family bird, Francesco. Francesco was a small parakeet but he had a loud chirp, though it was harmonious for Rosaline. He would sing at the top of his lungs every afternoon. He would flutter his yellow wings in a preparing fashion for his solo performance at noon, everyday. Of course Rosaline’s parents hated the annoying bird, but Rosaline loved Francesco. Rosaline would run over to a pet store a few blocks away to grab Francesco some food every week.

Love

What is it
I don't know
Now I know
I love
I'm hurt
I give up
I want love back
Meet
Trade hearts
Trade souls
Lock hands
Lock lips
Promise
Cherish
Trade vows
Love
Live
Multiply
Help
Get angry
Still love
Promise
Love
Live
Die

Art

• You start with something
• You end with nothing
• You start again
• You fail once again
• You get mad
• You get sad
• YOu GeT cOnFuSeD
• You leave
• You get inspired
• You think
• You start
• You stop
• You rest
• You make progress
• Your h a l f w a y
• Your done...
• You color
• You detail
• You sign
• Your done....
• You fix that little something
• Your done........
• You admire
• You get bored of art
• You start on new art

By Jonathan Beringer