A kiss like time, Never forgotten Lingered on our lips Like memories to a fragile mind. This poem was written/submitted by Guy-Adler Dorelien .

I am the audacity The reality Un-wanting empathy Deficient of heresy But free To be Me This poem was written/submitted by Guy-Adler Dorelien .

Reality is seeping into my fantasy and, It’s turning my once golden dreams into a dusk road, Paved by sultans and kings filled with woe. They smile as their silvery tongues, Slithers on the edge of their hollowed promises “Dare I say let the weeping angels bleed, And achieve their dreams of conquering the heavens. [...]

O child smile, speak, why afraid, Utter a single word and wisdom might be laid in motion But listen; don’t listen to these words, Everyone listens to or sprout out of their untold tongue But see what they fail to see, Like me, you, and us burning under this dusk tree. But do listen and [...]

Poetry is like water, I drink it excessively And speak it like its feather brushing air, “So elegant” Your ears seek comfort of my words to rock you to deprivation It’s so elegant sex deprives passion From my syllables passion I am who I am and poetry is my mistress We make words together forever [...]

It crept in like a symphony unknown, Pouring into the corridors of my soul and withering them away Like a dying rose. Roses now welcomed by the pale wind to swirl as Images and colors, feverishly tainting the doors to my heart, Only to slowly creep into my mind likes the sonata of a moaning [...]

They say love conquers all, But can it conquer the fear that lay dormant in its shadows? Shadows that fill my glass heart, With fears and sorrows. Sorrows that enable me from kissing her sweet lips. Fears that enable me from releasing trapped emotions. “Smiles” Sweet lips silken soft to perfection, That her lips every [...]

Insidious is her lips, with a hint of lavender on the dawn of my beating kiss This poem was written/submitted by Guy-Adler Dorelien.

I bloomed in the cascade of your bosoms, My tears rippled and echoed out like the Vibration of love itself It was raw and pure like natures birthing My mind pulsated with madness as I sank Into you, both of flesh and in spirit O yes our spirits, as they clashed like quarreling lovers on [...]

On this hollows eve the fire burns bright, with mischief. As the children of Hansel and Gretel play with their- -Blood stained knives. Their giggles spread out like an infectious disease. Waiting to cripple anyone- -caught in their web of death. We are the children’s of Hansel and Gretel- -they say in their childish manner. [...]