tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85779578217839774202024-02-21T00:23:07.837-05:00[ HONGYAN BAOMENG ]Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-69235009357310021242010-03-24T01:21:00.000-04:002010-03-24T01:22:02.928-04:00Should his antidote mount a stumbling soup?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-38198247894037489362009-11-30T21:23:00.001-05:002009-11-30T21:23:17.702-05:00Religion.I wish I was religious <br />so I could go to heaven with beautiful people<br />but even a flower is ugly when it wilts,<br />so what constitutes true beauty?<br />Will I be granted a pass into everlasting bliss<br />off looks alone?<br />Having never saved a man’s life,<br />stopped global warming,<br />or brought world peace,<br />am I still eligible?<br />and if no individual raindrop <br />ever considers itself responsible for the flood,<br />is each drop still unaccountable?<br /><br />Love is the one perfect religion.<br />Spread love like violence,<br />embrace unity,<br />worship the power of your heart;<br />its capacity for unlimited, undying, unconditional love.<br />look into your children’s eyes<br />and admire their brightness.<br /><br />Love is the one perfect religion.<br />Spread love like violence,<br />sing praises to your lovers,<br />embrace the little things in life:<br />smiles, laughter, learning something new.<br />Cherish that.<br /><br />I wish I was religious <br />so I could go to heaven with beautiful people<br />but even a flower is ugly when it wilts,<br />so what constitutes true beauty?<br />the ability to give and receive love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-6297225499045803902009-11-23T03:09:00.000-05:002009-11-23T03:15:29.466-05:00perfection.Perfection is defined<br />when you lay next to me<br />heartbeats in sync<br />as you try to catch your breath<br />after calmness and composure settle in the room.<br />your adorable vanity persists<br />hands quickly move to adjust hair,<br />redefine waves,<br />wipe away sweat.<br />I shower you<br />with deserved approbation<br />though my descriptions of you seem recondite.<br />the flowery speech flows.<br />“you are a beautiful spectacle…<br />the sinuous movement of your hips leaves me mesmerized…<br />your loving has made a bard of me.”<br /><br />Perfection is defined <br />in how you move in me<br />slow and subtle strokes<br />the simple complexity of our bodies unfixed.<br />your lambency lights the room<br />the brilliance of your aura can be seen<br />through the windows.<br />nosy neighbors get a peek<br />at our love making.<br />their envious eyes roll<br />at our sweetness<br />but under the tender spell of love<br />no one else matters.<br /><br />Our perfection is defined by our love.<br />formless and beautiful love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-8300950870328085852009-09-28T14:42:00.000-04:002009-09-28T16:51:15.273-04:00fire.ecstasy engulfs pinions of disdain<br />fiery lust comes easy<br />heated barbs latch into their target<br />this impulse love came and went<br />like fireflies in the dusk<br /><br />so we are left there<br />in bed<br />after I severed the ties we formed<br /><br />after I watered the flames of our relationship<br />I traveled the path of contempt<br />to the other side<br />of freedom.<br /><br />-- for <a href="http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/">Poetic Asides</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-70530336752671582912009-09-21T22:34:00.000-04:002009-09-21T22:39:30.983-04:00always.my heart is in the clouds<br />and the sky<br />and the stars<br />but you are not just my star,<br />you are my opening to heaven.<br />our love goes beyond the gods,<br />meets somewhere between forever and always<br />and dreamily drifts high above cloud nine.<br /><br />you are my heaven<br />where my heart lives<br />where my desire prospers<br />my imagination flourishes within your walls.<br /><br />you are the reason I come home.<br />you <em>are</em> my home.<br />please know,<br />you are lovely<br />and you are loved<br />always.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-85505869279452916002009-09-16T02:08:00.000-04:002009-09-16T02:11:13.674-04:00art.let’s print up full editions of love<br />articles articulating amor at its best<br />pages of poetry prophesizing passion<br />‘may I print a kiss upon your lips?’ I ask<br />and then lips lock, forming a liaison<br />my tongue feeds you spoonfuls of devotion and desire<br />adulation and adoration adhere to your skin<br />where we touch<br /><br />I idolize our intimacy.<br />you make love an art.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-63169461389163212842009-09-05T23:37:00.001-04:002009-09-05T23:39:01.637-04:00Beads of Love.the beads of their love<br />proudly adorned the golden curve<br />of her back<br /><br />being the goddess with <br />the smile of beautiful lips,<br />she basks in a nest of mad kisses.<br />the flowers that she picked <br />entwined their thin arms around her.<br />she shall let the wind snow rose petals.<br /><br />at times, <br />she rouses<br />pierced by an unlucky<br />but endless distance<br />from that time when love adorned her back<br />distance from that time<br />when she was mad with love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-4935394509439650872009-09-05T18:39:00.002-04:002009-09-05T22:46:12.692-04:00poetry.you are the right lyric.<br />waterfalls of ink puddle<br />into verse and rhyme<br />about you.<br />name the last time<br />I wrote about something other than you.<br /><br />you are a blank book<br />I fill with melody and messages of love<br />page after page of sonnets,<br />saturated sensuality<br />screens all other emotion.<br /><br />in a sea of wishful thinking,<br />I hope you’ll be mine forever<br />to be my muse<br />to be the only one I write about.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-84193463876559384762009-08-31T20:57:00.001-04:002009-09-21T22:42:46.520-04:00whyI ask myself why,<br />and in that same breath,<br />as I watch you,<br />I get my answer.<br />it’s what it is to take all of you<br />inside of me<br />the drunk with desire feeling<br />that creeps up on me<br />as you lay next to me<br />it’s everything about you.<br /><br />I ache for you.<br />for your exquisite torture,<br />rough hands that knead soft curves<br />silky flesh on flesh<br />tongues engage in passion’s war<br /><br />so rain falls outside<br />the steady percussion of drops<br />against the window sill<br />match the rhythmic moans lovers make<br />I was constructed for you<br />and you molded for me<br /><br />instead of saying “I love you,”<br />I want you to know<br />there is no statement in the English language<br />that can capture how much I truly treasure<br />your existence.<br /><br />in my wildest dreams,<br />you always play the hero.<br />in my darkest hour of night,<br />you rescue me.<br />you save my life.<br /><br />I love you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-66619016579662418412009-08-30T17:23:00.001-04:002009-08-30T17:27:49.921-04:00memoir of a girl loststrawberry kisses mar my flesh<br />visions of previous betrayal haunts<br />times when love was conditional<br /><br />only if<br />only if<br /><br />only if you kiss me<br />only if you unbutton your blouse<br />only if you get down on your knees<br /><br />keepsake beliefs turn to dust<br />ideas flame and ash at contact with you<br />all rationale departs me<br /><br />this contempt is mutual<br />although yours more aggressive<br /><br />so tender feelings turn hard<br />at the loss of our affection<br />strawberry kisses mar my flesh<br />only ifs haunt me<br /><br />our love is over<br />and I am lost.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-11480006150848286182009-08-19T16:03:00.001-04:002009-08-24T08:06:30.177-04:00To Khav.I long to be enough for you<br />but I am filled to the brim <br />with untold secrets and unfed desires<br />so after our night of passion, <br />I'm left too contemplate your new vision of me<br />would you still look at me with eyes loving?<br />or have I turned into every other slut on the block?<br /><br />I long to be enough for you <br />but I am too much what I am<br />though you are the only person I've ever wished to be different for<br />wished to be pure and good for<br />enough for.<br /><br />Our wedding will one day come<br />but I know you will always doubt me<br />doubt my fidelity<br />and you may think I love you not;<br />I've given you many a reason<br />but you are my heart<br />my mind, soul, and body<br /><br />I love you.<br />it isn’t an epic poem chronicling my affection<br />its just a simple truth<br /><br />If only I could be enough for you<br />If only I could be different.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-75201117568370593792009-08-19T15:53:00.001-04:002009-09-08T09:52:38.622-04:00Atonement.misery accompanies the man<br />with strange bedfellows<br />and his multitude of sins are acknowledged <br />as egregious mistakes<br /><br />one mistake, Tiffany,<br />was off the wall<br />she slept with the fishes<br />and was a lampless sea<br />her alacrity to be<br />with him<br />was her weakness<br />her alastor became her conscience<br />and it directed her to leave him<br /><br />misery followed the man<br />after her departure.<br />the wages of sin was his death<br />for him primacy over his lovers.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-12415082468883872392009-08-16T16:01:00.000-04:002009-08-16T20:49:55.212-04:00father.<div align="center">he’s not fucking me for my mind<br />fairytales like that don’t happen<br />you see,<br />he’s old enough to be my father<br />lived a life marred by oppressive emptiness<br />he's desperately seeking youth…<br />in me<br /><br />so we sit in silence<br />hellish thought flip flopping in my mind<br />as he strips me of my clothes…<br />and dignity<br />leaves rough kisses along my jaw<br /><br />he's not fucking me for my mind<br />I remember<br />his hollow touch prompting me<br />to reminisce.<br /><br />once,<br />sheets became saturated with my blood<br />he on top,<br />didn’t notice<br />I felt my innocence die<br />the red regret flooding from me<br />“pain isn’t love,”<br />I remember thinking.<br /><br />now,<br />my streaming tears are shaken off<br />like a nightmare<br />he's old enough to be my father<br />so as he sinks into me<br />all he finds is an<br />empty shell of a daughter </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-20797385333980483602009-08-10T02:46:00.001-04:002009-08-10T09:56:02.270-04:00the correct name of thingstechnically,<br />we are exes<br />and confrontation is strictly for lovers<br />yet while our bodies engage<br />in a passionate reunion,<br />you tackle my haphazard, nihilistic existence<br />with contempt.<br />each angry thrust<br />followed by angrier words.<br />the anarchy of desire.<br /><br />the correct name for things,<br />like you and me,<br />is indefinite.<br />we are broken.<br />alone together.<br />love renegades.<br />surrendering love for freedom<br />deserting our causes and lovers.<br /><br />we kill<br />for light and joy,<br />like one year ago,<br />you lined up my dreams<br />along the wall and<br />sprayed them with bullets.<br />you,<br />my former love,<br />killed my hopes<br />confused me with facts<br />when I thought I had my mind made up<br /><br />one year ago<br />this would have been a lover’s quarrel<br />but technically we are exes<br />so please,<br />learn to live without me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-4022300365533886532009-08-08T13:04:00.001-04:002009-08-08T13:09:53.968-04:00monsterslovers turn to monsters <br />at the loss of all affection.<br />I've turned into every ounce of hatred in you<br />now I drown myself in sober thinking,<br />reckless thinking...<br /><br />love never dies a natural death<br />and ours is no exception<br />fights have become common as sin<br />you and I don our love as hatred<br /><br />so you don’t need my love<br />and I don’t need your bullshit<br />you’re such a beautiful myth<br />it must have been the affection <br />that kept us from being monsters.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-88889154767801697932009-08-04T21:35:00.001-04:002009-08-04T21:38:34.658-04:00recyclingreutilize<br />everything;<br />cycling<br />yields<br />cleaner<br />living<br />in<br />nature;<br />go green!<br /><br />--For <a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostic</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-30440893973785432452009-08-04T21:31:00.000-04:002009-08-04T21:32:33.122-04:00first datefrolicking<br />in<br />rivers;<br />safe and<br />tender.<br /><br />daunting<br />arousal<br />teases<br />everyone.<br /><br />--For <a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostic</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-26420783544274782102009-08-04T21:27:00.001-04:002009-08-04T21:28:24.666-04:00cremationcombustion.<br />remembrances<br />emerge<br />meaningless<br />at<br />the<br />incineration<br />of<br />nature.<br /><br />--For <a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostic</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-89960579038089534632009-08-04T21:21:00.001-04:002009-08-06T19:20:13.352-04:00pawnpuppets<br />always<br />win<br />nothing.<br /><br />--For <a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/">Acrostic.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-74377592420121030982009-08-04T10:41:00.001-04:002009-08-04T20:08:28.619-04:00temptation<div align="center">the quality of temptation was not strained<br />that night in his car<br />when we pulled over<br />passionate insistence eclipsed<br />the inconceivable perversion of reason.<br />excessive passion got the best of me.<br /><br />I cry tears of shame and guilt for you<br />they roll down cheeks bruised with desire<br />slip down to love bites you did not grant<br />and fall to a body marred<br />with jargon and ecstasy<br /><br />I know doubt besets you<br />endless mountains of mistrust<br />bottomless seas of lies..<br />about why my hair is such a mess<br />when you surprise me at home,<br />about who I was with at 3am<br />when you called<br /><br />and I’m sorry<br />I don’t know how to do the<br />lovey-dovey,<br />calling each other "baby,"<br />holding hands and being monogamous thing.<br />my love is false, wicked, and disloyal.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-1394346724515939042009-07-31T12:19:00.001-04:002009-08-01T10:42:02.975-04:00himhe can manipulate a simple story to fairytale<br />a man of great exactitude<br />a troublesome man<br /><br />this taxing quest to change him feels like its become necessity<br />after he blistered my devotion to him<br />after he created a cold void where warmth once lived<br /><br />he arrests any multiplication of love<br />O’ how I wish I could change him<br />O’ how I wish he would love me.<br /><br />-- For <a href="http://poefusion.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-5_31.html">Poefusion</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-9240011393592422502009-07-29T11:38:00.001-04:002009-07-29T11:40:46.179-04:00travel.I read more maps<br />than books<br />always on the open road<br />travel.<br />experience.<br />speeding with best friends..<br />I've learned the highway<br />always leads you to love<br />so fuck the rearview.<br />life is about pushing forward.<br />read more maps than books<br />make the open road your home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-1141898402814684422009-07-26T19:11:00.001-04:002009-07-26T19:13:56.956-04:00miss youI fell in love with a moment of you<br />that certain gesture of you hold when we’re loving<br />but now I see<br />you’re an exquisite waste of time<br />and the sun will rise,<br />even if you don’t happen to be there.<br /><br />maybe it’s the drugs<br />bringing me down<br />but I realized I lost my reputation<br />and I don’t miss it<br />or you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-54640840053195773722009-07-26T13:55:00.000-04:002009-07-26T18:49:41.526-04:00nothing good.with each swipe of the blade,<br />I erase my perfectly disguised disorder<br />with tenderness and ease<br />from the pages of heartbreak and sorrow<br /><br />it was a pleasure to burn<br />in the fire of you<br />love,<br />like my sanity,<br />is so fickle.<br />the melody of angry shouts<br />and disinterested sighs floods me<br /><br />I hate you<br />and me<br />but the scent of skank on you<br />still angers me..<br />so this looks a lot like love<br /><br />nothing good is for me<br />not even you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577957821783977420.post-17193442041683749602009-07-25T18:17:00.003-04:002009-08-04T21:16:01.435-04:00Amethyst<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzL7XitKJaDb4toXXXM3jnOPVe69fmts6r1WNsu75EByn-YsaixVmgNA5xSJ-wIImOXLCmAOpyvhqApF211127rMwCF7Bm99MeZEtiLZ_jrjvWullBvVjwXZRIV2ERPsKgoUPsS6J6vNQ/s1600-h/p7writerschoice.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366282274494276130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzL7XitKJaDb4toXXXM3jnOPVe69fmts6r1WNsu75EByn-YsaixVmgNA5xSJ-wIImOXLCmAOpyvhqApF211127rMwCF7Bm99MeZEtiLZ_jrjvWullBvVjwXZRIV2ERPsKgoUPsS6J6vNQ/s320/p7writerschoice.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I often do acrostics for 'Acrostic Only' but never did one on my own so I chose to acrostic my name. Enjoy.<br /><br /><br />always so<br />meticulous and<br />exact<br />that<br />hours are spent pacing,<br />yet<br />steps aren’t enough<br />to keep me happy.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1