alisdaire_ocaoimph

poetry is the voice that cries in the wilderness..it begs you to listen.

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  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 46m

    Future

    I peer
    Through this crystal
    Where tomorrow's entwine
    Embrace fates demise
    To see a torrid array
    Of confusion
    Bursting within the globe
    Now i wish
    I had never wondered
    About tomorrow

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 52m

    Tight

    Its a tight rope
    These emotions
    That fill and surround
    Dragging one into another
    Drawing parting lines
    Crossing untold bridges
    Till on solid ground
    One can view better
    The cluster fuck
    One created.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 10h

    Common good

    Its a tiny thing
    Thank you
    But one that
    Expresses deep
    The gratitude
    You should share.
    Its a small thing
    Your welcome
    But one that holds
    The barriers we share
    Open up the gates
    Of gratitude
    Change your attitude
    And share your being
    Believing and receiving
    In the common good

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 11h

    Cries

    When the body cries
    Its voice is sometimes
    Never heard
    But when the soul cries
    The heavens shake
    Your soul is heard

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 12h

    Still

    Would you want me
    Where the wings of time
    Have crossed the forehead
    And bore the years adrift
    Would you see in me
    The same soul
    You profess to know
    And would in that
    Still love me so

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 12h

    Wrist

    Cut the wrist
    Drops, pours
    The liberations
    Of death
    Deep the wound
    That clings
    Wears deep
    The saddened
    Emotion
    The crying
    To be.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 12h

    A poet

    I dont know
    If i can look
    Upon my writings
    True as poetry
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    These words i strive to release
    I know not from where they come
    Nor how to harvest the flow
    That seems born upon its own
    Essence dresses all I seem to say
    I'm not sure poetry flies so easily
    Without dogmatic structure
    Or influences of thought
    But i seem compelled to write
    As they format from my mind
    And i draw my breath
    Sometimes wondering
    Who the hell am I.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 13h

    Died

    I lose myself
    In the act of making
    My mind fades away
    To the passion, desire
    That floods my being
    And in that space
    Where i abide in nothing
    Where the gasp of release
    Spreads its heavy wings
    Upon my body
    Everything fades away
    The heart beat
    The thoughts
    Just the sensation
    Of being drained
    I gather upon the bed
    Where your head
    Finds my chest
    Rests
    That I
    Died within you
    Passed over to
    That otherside
    And beheld
    Heaven.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 13h

    Bitch

    She screamed
    Biting her lower lip
    When the hand landed
    Hard and firm upon
    Plump arse.
    She pushed it up
    For more
    And caught in the haze
    Of desire he obliged
    To her moan
    The cat pur
    That lingered
    Upon her throat
    When he squeezed
    To softly choke
    As soft to ear
    He called her
    His bitch.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph

  • alisdaire_ocaoimph 15h

    I melt

    That i melt
    Fade into oblivion
    When your hands reach
    Touch
    Excite my longing
    This thirst, hunger
    That arises deep within
    That you awaken
    Within me
    That primal beast
    The animal
    That seeks the need
    To devour you
    That your tempt me
    Sometimes to where
    I fear to tread
    But wander freely
    Upon your body

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph