Mas Sonnets

10.
I don’t care about your feelings
Because you never wonder about mine
I don’t worry how your night went
Because you don’t give mine the time
I don’t ponder how your thoughts flow
In and out of your brain
I’m not concerned if they’ve poisoned you
Or if they’re driving you insane
Because the memories of you are sweeter
Than the reality you’re playing out
The past was choice and now’s a bummer
I’m sure you miss them too; Though I’m riddled with doubts
Because happiness is a choice, I know you’ve heard it said
I’d rather be there when you’re hurting than feel like you’re already dead

11.
Here she is again the women in my dreams
Completely naked; squeaky clean
An inviting smile upon her face
Legs spread to her ears
The smell of roses and tulips and tiger lilies and fears
Her breasts are mountains when she arches her back
They are mountains when her back is flat
Her ebony hair a veil of her passion
It’s dark and enticing and foreboding
It’s satin between my fingertips
The flesh on her lips; use your imagination
Sometimes these dreams trouble me
But after I’ve cum and shuttered and teared
I bury myself inside her like there’s no hope left here

12.
The conditions of happy
Aren’t THAT hard to get
You wake in the morning
You choose it or you don’t
You follow through with a smile
You laugh at someone’s jokes
You hug your family and your friends and you mean it
You listen to a pal vent and give advice sincerely…they need it
The conditions of happy seem to be a task for some people
They come out in the evening
And are looking for trouble
They find you and target you and filet your good mood
They judge the very purpose of your being
They are the worst kind of attitude

SWT: Sonnets with Titles

Death Wish in a Glass Bottle

The smell was pungent

It saturated the air

The dirt in my hair

The stains on my clothes

The mess of mascara and the maggots in my toes.

The letter was short but a far cry from sweet

The sentences daggers

Death stains porcelain teeth

I wrapped it in twine and i shoved it in glass
I corked up the opening; sealed it real fast

I shoveled the earth back in place; packed it down

I placed red roses on the surface; no one around

A moment of silence for the dearly departed

You still have my heart but I finished what you started

A Change in Obvious Appearances

The rumors are spilling

I see them churning the mill

I watch them burning the town down

I watch the truth standing still

I see assumptions are forming

I hear opinions and tall tales

I take everyones wondering

How much did he break it

I’m minding my business
I’m keeping my mouth shut
I’m trying to trust that, the truth will pull through

I’m hoping and praying and wishing on stars

I’m willing to bet there’s more I can do

But the only one who can allow that is you.

All my favorite authors have stolen all my best plot lines

I find myself a tad bit clever

But in the end I fear I’m wrong

This title is a play on lyrics
A band I love; an awesome song

I find the things I want to pen down

Already’ve been birthed from someone else's heart
I think if I just change the ending
You may be able to tell them apart

Plagiarism is not a thing now
People cheating is common place

Copy and paste someone else’s thoughts down
Wear the lie across your face

Sell the lie and promote its shamelessly

I guess I was right; you’re no more clever than me

Sonnets about Sex Part 1

A Lustful Mediocrity

He says he doesn’t know what I mean by this
Utter passionate display of affection
He’s saying he doesn’t understand my actions
I reply with your words don’t make sense
He claims I’m confusing;

The difference between my body language and the words I whisper
I swear he’s an idiot
Why can’t he just see how urgent this desire bleeds?

I rip his shirt above his head
I bite his chest and chew his lips
I tear his belt from his waist and then
Tie his hands to limit his
Movement in and out of me
Crying for a moments release; this lustful mediocrity

A Midnight Flogging

I remember a night when
I was the goddess you desired
All the lustful pain in your loins contained

And released in hellish fire
I remember a night when
I was all the release you needed
A hand full of ass
Your mouth on mine fast
And your fingers knuckle deep inside me
I remember a night when we sat there
Side by side in my ride there
And we talked about desire
and goals and this fire was  
All that we needed to live

This is Taboo Too
He was a stranger to her
She never met him before
His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue
His hair barely there on the top of his head
But that wasn’t important to these two
His chest stressed his shirt buttons
His dress pants were taught tight
And his palms were sweaty and clammy

She straddled his lap, he was ready to snap

As SHE invited him to spend the night

Two strangers met in a bar but an hour ago
Two consenting adults no catch here

The desire between them, thick as cream you could feel them
The sex was amazing...so I hear!

A Sonnet for your Bleeding heart and more such sonnets

A Sonnet For Your Bleeding Heart

In these last few months I’ve learned

The end is never really the end

The feelings seep through and haunt you

The demons creep through and stalk you

The emotions run rampant and tear at your sanity

They fill you with doubt and confusion and dismay

They ask for your input, then toss it away

They leave you exhausted

A heap in your sheets and a mess in a pile

They ask you to stop and think for awhile

They twist and they turn your

Intention and esteem your

Heart bled clean
You’re a deer in the headlights victim

7.

There she hides in plain sight
She worries more than she plans
She hears more and listens than
She never fulfills her promise
There she is in hell or high water
Wipe your ass at a moment’s notice
Bare her breast to keep your trousers clean
Hold you close, listen to you scream
Abuse! Abuse! Abuse! and Neglect
Invisible bruises on her neck
Invisible stab wounds in her side
Invisible contusions behind her eyes
Though silence from her throat does rise
Take a moment and recognize

8.

The sun will never set on you
I promise too, no pain or hurt
The moon will always rise in love
The memory of, this touch and kiss
The Universe will return to you
Blissful gifts of
your heart’s desires
And these empty promises I keep
While you’re asleep; my beautiful Sire
I watch you though you ask me not to
Protect you though you need it not
I save you though you long to fix it
This tragically heroic plot
Save me Sir, I beg of you

9.

I’ve never felt this way before
Desire in me grows
From the depths of my sex to the tip of my nose
It stems from my toes as it builds at my spine
Your heart on your chest, dressed in “Nevin”; Divine
The curve of your belly
And the fullness of  lips
This kiss is forbidden; how I long for this kiss
To kiss your neither lips and in between your breasts
Where the fantasy of my face does rest
I want to spread you wide
And discover you deep
Create an arch in your back; an “O” in your lips
A moan in your throat and quiver in your hips

Honesty’s Fine Print

Every contract has it’s catch

Don’t believe anything different

They ask you to join their club and sign

On the dotted line

Better believe there’s another drift in it

Every contract has it’s curveball and slight of hand

Best believe the words I’m preaching

They give you the cash

They ask for it back

Plus more, no less; don’t be swindled.

But you would never think Honesty’s contract

Would be littered with fineprint conditions

You would think it’s the best bet

I’m here to tell you don’t believe it

There’s a catch to this euphoric concept; it’s hidden.

Give honesty open hearted, they ask you
Full disclosure, no half truths, no lies
But what they always forget to mention is
Reception is just as important as
The truth in the honesty unconfined.

Everyone wants honesty until they actually get it!

Be prepared that the honesty you get
Is not exactly the honesty you want
Dont be afraid to admit it.

Sonnets the Sequel

4.

She looked like the sun
With her bright eyes, bright smile, and radiant skin
She smelled like a meadow
Over populated with flowers
She sound like a dream
In the weary, dreary night of mist
Calm and cool and plump with bliss
Radiant and confident and never missed
She enters a room with grace and command
Never with lack of a man on her hand
When she smiles she is the sun
And the stars that surround her
And her cries, they are the thunder that rattle her world
Alone in her dreams, this magnificent girl.

5.

A man on the corner
Heart melting in his hand
His mind wonders from storefront to storefront
“Can you spare a moment?” it asks
But no one jumps to the task
 To save this gentleman’s heart
“It will only take a minute, or a decade, or the rest of his life,
For you to help him mend,
For you cannot comprehend the pain he is in or
The damage that laid waste to this man.”
“For I have seen his future
And my friend it is bleak
His love has run dry and his heart strings are weak!”
No woman will ever understand.

6.

This river is shallow
I can see the bottom and the mud where it resides
I can see the creatures that live there
I can almost spot them where they hide
I can feel the currents as they rush past
I imagine them as hands on my breasts
The water at my ankles
Half full/Half empty
This ocean is overwhelming
I can’t keep myself afloat
The salt it burns my eyes
And the waves they pound my throat
The currents push my head around and cause my brain to spin
I never know just what he wants; I seem to never win

Baby's First Sonnets Three

1.

Finding yourself at the center

Seeing yourself at the end

No matter what the journey be

The conclusion is the place where we

Long to find. Long to get.

Long to live and soon forget.

But in this path we see ourselves
And in these travels those selves we lose
And with these decisions we often chose
To be ourselves. To change ourselves
To ignore the beginning’s end
To wait stubbornly at the start
To start cautiously at the center
Or never make a move

2.

He walked inside the tunnel’s entry
The flames consumed all he knew
He proceeded with his arm’s protection
The heat it threatened; melting through
He reached the center of the tunnel
Wishing hoping for its end
He bent his knees gasping for air
For relief that death would send
On all fours he kissed the ground
Suffocation well in sight
He closed his eyes in cold surrender
And open them to blinding light.
The beeping steady sure and clear
Deep breaths, There’s no end here.

3.

The hues of blues and purples drip
Upon the naked canvas tip
And bleed into its many fibers
They watch the colors mix
They watch the pigments spread
They smell the scent they leave behind
They feel the moist consistency be
And in that passion feast and find
Awaken desire and longing three
And in the mix they turn to fire
Fire bright and crimson red
And as the heat consumes the canvas
They smear their lust, they press it deep
And in this painting ecstasy keep