Nibble
Moan
Lick
Quiver
Your only at my lips
and I’m already yours.
~HonestLynne
Tag Archives: writer
Tango of Flirtation
You make my heart race.
It’s been months.
But to no avail,
You have done it again.
You make me doubt myself.
Am I just weak?
When you come within five feet,
My mind just starts to fade.
Your presence is daunting.
Knowing the affect you have on me.
You speak,
But I can only focus on your lips
Memories flooding of where they have been
Every
Last
Place.
Your eyes look through me.
As if they know exactly where my mind has been.
Now it becomes a dance,
A tango of flirtation.
Frustration comes with flirtation
Knowing there is a line I must not cross
Should not cross.
The jury is still deciding
What if’s are being questioned
Whispering in my ear as we dance.
What’s the harm?
Just one kiss.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Jump, Leap and Run
Have you ever thought it wouldn’t all work out?
That it is all to good to be true.
You are just waiting until it all comes
crashing
down.
Waiting for the failure to arrive.
To busy to realize the success that’s already been accomplished.
Is it our fault or society’s?
Are we taught to always be on guard?
To keep the idea of failure in the back of our minds?
OR
Are we taught to strive for success and that failing is failure.
A mistake.
Where do we draw the line?
Should we be afraid?
Avoiding activities or goals because we are afraid of failing?
Have we become so ashamed to not succeed?
Shouldn’t we take some risk,
Get past that nagging voice of fear in our heads.
We are essentially
Waiting
To
Fail.
Another door is always open
But if you don’t jump at the opportunity,
Then it just becomes a door.
An incomplete.
A risk can be that changing moment in your life,.
IF you fail, you failed.
Move on and get past it.
Live your life without fear because you have already faced your fear.
So, jump, leap, and run.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Nightmare
You disappear,
You run away,
But you say your okay.
To us,
Your mother, father, friends,
We have lost
you.
We try and convince each other,
That there was nothing we could do,
While putting on a brave face,
While not believing any of the words.
Surely there was something we could do.
Listen more. Ask more questions.
Anything at all,
Even predicting the future.
You lost yourself,
But it was our job,
to get you back to the real you.
To avoid this nightmare.
But this nightmare we must face.
We can’t change the past, all we can do is hope,
That when you find yourself,
You will come back to us.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Bliss
Early morning,
everyone is sleeping
and there’s just you.
No one to bother you, interrupt your thoughts,
Or remind you of the present.
When you can just think or not think.
When you can dream or fantasize.
Time to think of your life, friends, or family.
Escape into a book, a movie, or just the silence.
My time. Bliss.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Uncategorized
I Crave The Me That You See
Me.
I crave the me that you see.
I have lost sight of my own eyes.
Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.
As if my head has been disconnected.
My heart, my brain, infected.
I feel like an absentee.
I crave the me that you see.
So much potential you say
Do I believe you or fade away?
How much of me am thee?
Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.
I try to give the third degree
I crave the me that you see
Me is turning into you.
A lost soul with no point of view,
A vision of what you craved
This is the path that you paved.
But I will be an escapee
A mirror I will come across
My poetry is like my sign of the cross.
A reflection that my mind can recognize
I will not need the sight of my eyes.
To crave the me that I read.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Lost: Creative Spark
When you have found yourself withdrawn
The writer will hold on
For what was here and gone
Might just have a spawn
That could creep up at dawn.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
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