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Honesty and Depravity
We walked together in places older than dust,
I just thought that I was the only one to remember!
My wicked spirit made wickeder by vague dreams,
Terrors that in the night reminded me I was flawed.
Oh, what a child I was not to see the mountains,
When focusing only on the shores of the lake!
I think of you as all my thoughts fill with lust,
Recollecting things my psyche had dismembered!
I have called for you, in a thousand alien screams,
My heart wrenched as upon it feral desire gnawed.
The shores dried up, along with the fountains,
Yet the place remained, with thirsts to slake!
My soul is weary of the inanity of this world,
Where the sorrows of my youth haunt me coldly!
I have glimpsed others, of more pleasant design,
Realities, in which there exist paths never taken.
No one believes me, that we can create anew,
They hasten to their ends like rabbits hunted!
For them is no salvation, nor gates of pearl,
Life is a night terror, one they envision solidly!
Faiths selling deceit, while pockets they mine,
Making people too blind to ever fully awaken.
Calling a heresy everything that was so true,
They steal hopes as their decency is punted!
Many will not hear me, most will not care,
But I know you would want me to be sincerest!
I will write what I know and speak as I wish,
Recalling the joys, the horrors, and the pains.
I never listened, to the words of silly critics,
My dark honesty will shine, like the moon!
We talked a bit about things as few dare,
I feel like I am remembering a lover, dearest!
I picture you as you were, your soft flesh,
My hands tracing over pleasure's domains.
I am a depraved girl, so perverse and sick,
But when I think about you even I swoon!
In my dreams you touch me until I want to sigh,
Leaving me hungry and thirsty as if I might die!
Until I wake up sweating, only us knowing why.
I just thought that I was the only one to remember!
My wicked spirit made wickeder by vague dreams,
Terrors that in the night reminded me I was flawed.
Oh, what a child I was not to see the mountains,
When focusing only on the shores of the lake!
I think of you as all my thoughts fill with lust,
Recollecting things my psyche had dismembered!
I have called for you, in a thousand alien screams,
My heart wrenched as upon it feral desire gnawed.
The shores dried up, along with the fountains,
Yet the place remained, with thirsts to slake!
My soul is weary of the inanity of this world,
Where the sorrows of my youth haunt me coldly!
I have glimpsed others, of more pleasant design,
Realities, in which there exist paths never taken.
No one believes me, that we can create anew,
They hasten to their ends like rabbits hunted!
For them is no salvation, nor gates of pearl,
Life is a night terror, one they envision solidly!
Faiths selling deceit, while pockets they mine,
Making people too blind to ever fully awaken.
Calling a heresy everything that was so true,
They steal hopes as their decency is punted!
Many will not hear me, most will not care,
But I know you would want me to be sincerest!
I will write what I know and speak as I wish,
Recalling the joys, the horrors, and the pains.
I never listened, to the words of silly critics,
My dark honesty will shine, like the moon!
We talked a bit about things as few dare,
I feel like I am remembering a lover, dearest!
I picture you as you were, your soft flesh,
My hands tracing over pleasure's domains.
I am a depraved girl, so perverse and sick,
But when I think about you even I swoon!
In my dreams you touch me until I want to sigh,
Leaving me hungry and thirsty as if I might die!
Until I wake up sweating, only us knowing why.
Published 8th Jun 2022
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8th Jun 2022 2:38am
These are powerful works you write, Camilla! They draw me in like a moth is drawn to a flame, and I feel the heat of your words and it caresses me with its' warmth. You said in your message, this one also was for me, so thank you again! I never realized just how powerfully you felt about me, but it makes me happy knowing it now. On a more philosophical and spiritual note:
"For them is no salvation, nor gates of pearl,
Life is a night terror, one they envision solidly!
Faiths selling deceit, while pockets they mine,
Making people too blind to ever fully awaken.
Calling a heresy everything that was so true,
They steal hopes as their decency is punted!"
That segment there, I have felt similar things regarding the sorts of people you are referring to. I have likewise been called a heretic in my own life, and sometimes by those of my own flesh and blood who should have known better than be so discourteous. But like you said the other day, you cannot help who you were born to, though it would be nicer if we could. Wise words! I feel them often. Your dark honesty is one of the things I love the most about you, sweetheart! That, and how beautiful you are inside as well as out. May the moon smile upon you and the stars of the night sparkle always in your lovely eyes.
You are always in my heart,
- Kara :D
"For them is no salvation, nor gates of pearl,
Life is a night terror, one they envision solidly!
Faiths selling deceit, while pockets they mine,
Making people too blind to ever fully awaken.
Calling a heresy everything that was so true,
They steal hopes as their decency is punted!"
That segment there, I have felt similar things regarding the sorts of people you are referring to. I have likewise been called a heretic in my own life, and sometimes by those of my own flesh and blood who should have known better than be so discourteous. But like you said the other day, you cannot help who you were born to, though it would be nicer if we could. Wise words! I feel them often. Your dark honesty is one of the things I love the most about you, sweetheart! That, and how beautiful you are inside as well as out. May the moon smile upon you and the stars of the night sparkle always in your lovely eyes.
You are always in my heart,
- Kara :D
8th Jun 2022 2:51am
I only write powerful, like my dad taught me to. I draw you in, eh? That good to hear, it means my poems are touching your heart. Not all I'd like to be touching of you, but it'll do for now! I not sure if my words are always wise so much, I just say what I think. Yeah, I am honest to a fault, actually! You called me sweetheart, and said my eyes are lovely? Oh darling, you'll make me cry happy tears doing that. Now I love you even more! Lots of kisses heading your way, my lips to yours. From one heretic to another! You my angel, always.
14th Jun 2022 4:23am
Oh, this mantra resonates quite beautifully, my poetess. A heightened Psalms of the heart composed with soft whispers across the passage of time.
To be the songbird to thy ears of his, is what realistic dreams are made of, where time has met the limitless of its emotional decrees in staggering moments of mortal bliss.
You have crafted this to perfection to have inscribed your unwavering love through those portals of infinity, whereas it only echoes to that encased lover of what once was, shall it ever be again.
Enjoy your evening, my poetess, and continue to bedazzle the intellects with such creative insights of fortitude marred with poetic grace.
To be the songbird to thy ears of his, is what realistic dreams are made of, where time has met the limitless of its emotional decrees in staggering moments of mortal bliss.
You have crafted this to perfection to have inscribed your unwavering love through those portals of infinity, whereas it only echoes to that encased lover of what once was, shall it ever be again.
Enjoy your evening, my poetess, and continue to bedazzle the intellects with such creative insights of fortitude marred with poetic grace.
14th Jun 2022 4:33am
Yes indeed! This poem, it about dreams and fantasies I had about my lovely divine one Kara, before we met up again on this site recently. A big part of the poem! It also contains deep thoughts, confessions, and musings about things I feel deeply and intensely about. Love, passion, the world, and in some ways life in general. Powerful subjects! I happy you liked it, Kitty, and glad to read your pleasant comment. May your evening be very happy for you too! I will indeed continue to write, knowing so many enjoy my poems.
14th Jun 2022 4:36am
15th Jun 2022 8:46am
Ma'am, so ecstacasesic are thy words of poetry upon it's influence to keep me the reader interested within this read. U are one exciting writer, even if, u have never thought this to be possible of u. U are one glorious alright!
25th Jun 2022 1:39am
Much thank you for your praise! I always write what I feel and am glad to see my work appreciated for being so genuine. Your words are very well received!
25th Jun 2022 8:11am
