I see you!

They are in constant motion,
even when I rest.
They dance about,
and sparkle with delight.
They can say come hither,
and go to hell with barely a glance
With them you can read my moods,
happy, snarly, horny or tired.
They can be green, hazel or brown,
or change to match my mood!
I get my own set of glasses,
to sport of various hues.


Smile, because my eyes,
see all that you do!

Written by Barbara Osborn 2/26/07
Written for the challenge to use a body part

Desire

Your gaze catches my eye,
I see that special look.
You gently touch my skin,
run your fingers through my hair.
Your strong arms encircle me.
With my head on your chest,
I could feel your heart beat quicken
I can feel your desire rise,
as you bend,
brushing your lips against mine.

Written by Barbara Osborn 2/25/07

I wish

I wish there was someone,
who I could talk to
someone to pour my heart out to.
Someone who understands,
someone who has been there.
The tears coarse down,
leaving trails of hot and bitter.
I feel trapped,
no way out.
I want freedom,
I want to breathe.
My head reels,
my heart screams.
There is so much anger,
so much pain.

Hurt

The tongue, an organ
of both pleasure and pain
Words like a sword,
slash and stab.
They render the soul,
empty and hallow.
They wound deeply,
causing great sorrow.
Flippant and casual,
words thrown into the air.
No heed taken
for the person broken.

PIG

The death of rationality within my head
But really it's just you that has become dead
With your death, Satan sings
For you, my dear, give him wings
And he will feel so bloody well
when you join him in the bowels of hell
You laughed at me, you thought it was fun
Touching my temple with your cold gun
Loving the desperation you thought you'd found
My screams only echoed some faint sound
You thought you'd always have my backside
convinced that I could never hide
No need to hide, that's my revelation
You seem to suffer from a spiritual castration
And soon you'll see yourself with true fears
Maybe even blood on top of your tears
Like a pedaphile in prison, you will get your turn
In Hell & on Earth, your soul will burn
Into the fire, your spirit will be toseed
But for you, my dear, all is not lost
Satan needs wings & they are built upon pain
So the moment you die, you may feel sane
Free for the moment of all your violent things
and merely left as a feather in satans' wings.

Written by Paige

Dream

I woke up with a dream this morning
dreams only come once or twice in a lifetime
what am I going to do with this dream

you saved me and I never said thank you
I'm sorry for that
I just never realized
you gave me everything

last time my dream died so did part of my soul
the thing is I never saw it coming
your love for me kept me going
my love for you fuels the fantasy that was once reality and has now become the dream
She stood her ground when I didn't deserve it
her love woke me up from the fantasy
my love for her grows stronger every day
She's amazing

I fantasize
I dream
and I love you
this- is the story of my life

Written by Captain Corky

Lonely Eyes

Gazing across,
his eyes downcast.
His shoulders slump.
He glances up,
I see the pain.
There sarrow abides.
His eyes of blue,
speak volumes he cannot.
A brief moment,
it tears at my heart.

Barbara Osborn 2/20/07