songlessnightingale

I am the SonglessNightingale, for many of the poems I write, have no song.

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  • songlessnightingale 3w

    Holding my breath in this aching silence,
    Waiting for your touch,
    Trying to hold back the wave of nasuae that tries to stake its claim,
    Curled in a ball beneath the cool sheets,
    A laden palm resting above my heart,
    Afraid to emerge and show you all of me,
    I know you won't hurt me,
    Your love for me is sincere,
    My body yearns for you,
    But memories of the intruders hands is what keeps me back,
    Memories of the way they touched me,
    Groping me with such hunger it was as if I was being devoured by a starving lion,
    More than once I was afriad they'd go further,
    That they'd steal my greatest treasure,
    And take away my seal,
    I lie here doused in sweat,
    My clammy hands gripping the folds of the sheets tightly,
    My legs locked and refusing to obey,
    My body wants you,
    My body recognizes you as the man I love,
    But my mind sees the intruder,
    My mind doesn't recognize you.....

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    Unrecognizable

    ©songlessnightingale

  • songlessnightingale 3w

    Who is The Best Company...Dead or Living?

    The sharp things have always been my playthings,
    The smell of blood my sweet aroma,
    The gravestones are my books,
    The writings upon them are filled with my story,
    The dead are the best company,
    For they won't judge me for who I am,
    The decaying corpses are my best friends,
    For they will never leave me behind like the others did,
    The skeletons with scraps of flesh left hanging are my bosom buddies,
    For they lend an eternal ear,
    That will forever listen to my woe,
    No matter how long I talk or cry or rant,
    The dead is the best company,
    For I can be myself,
    Without fear of someone hating me for who I am.
    ©songlessnightingale

  • songlessnightingale 4w

    Bodies bathed in twilights grace,
    Naked skin highlighted by pastel colors,
    As if a chameleon were trying to copy the deep shades that merge in the sky upon sunset,
    Curious stars sprinkle the darkening backdrop,
    Watching the intimacy of two passionate lovers without a hint of shame,
    Pristine skin flushed in shades of pink,
    Fair are the crests glistening like frothy waves,
    Fresh and ripe are the lilies that produce such luscious streams,
    Foreign melodies ripple through the stilled silence,
    Fingers waltz across flesh like delicate fairies,
    As more passion is ignited like a small flame that continues to grow the more it feeds,
    Even after the sunlight has faded and the moon makes it's presence known,
    The ritual of two lovers carries on into the night,
    Making it more special than any other night.


    I didn't really know how to end it. Sorry if it's lame. XD

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    Love Making

    ©songlessnightingale

  • songlessnightingale 4w

    You Took It Away How Come I still Feel Pain?

    What is this ache,
    This loneliness in my chest,
    How come this feeling of woe haunts me,
    Why is it that I'm still able to cry such a great amount of tears,
    When my eyes are so dry like the sands of the Sahara,
    I don't understand why I'm still able to feel emotion,
    For there is an emptiness in my chest,
    As you took my heart,
    The day you left,
    So what is this feeling,
    In the void abyss of my soul,
    Is it love,
    Or is it that my body sheds it's own tears now,
    For it misses the organ that once fed it,
    The very thing you took from me,
    Was what kept me alive,
    Though I'm not dead,
    Nor am I completely alive,
    What am I?
    ©songlessnightingale

  • songlessnightingale 4w

    Hold me captive in those eyes of royal blue,
    When I stare into their depths,
    I swear I can see waves dancing or is that merriment in them,
    Eyes so deep blue that sometimes I mistake them for an ocean view,
    The white specks remind me of the crests of the waves that dance along the shore,
    When I stare into their depths I feel as if I'm drowning,
    As if I can step foot inside them and never reach the surface,
    Sorry if I make you feel a bit uncomfortable,
    Sorry if my behavior comes off as strange,
    Let's just say,
    I'm mesmerized,
    By your ocean eyes.

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    Mesmerized

    ©songlessnightingale

  • songlessnightingale 6w

    Clasp my wrists with the chains,
    Whip me till my blood runs like a stream,
    Tainting the white sheets,
    Contaminating the air that we've already scented,
    Hold me down and bite my skin,
    The bruises decorate my flesh,
    The pain puts me in a state of euphoria,
    The cracked ribs and broken bruises put me in pure ecstasy,
    Pain has gone from my terror to my pleasure,
    Pain has become a part of my life,
    My suffering has turned into peace,
    I'm numb to it all,
    Fill my ears with tainted words,
    Continue to evoke the pleasure,
    For when your through with me,
    My blood will decorate more than these sheets,
    Next it will be dripping from the knife you've hidden beneath my pillow.

    #abuse #s&m #Murder attempt

    (I do not own the picture - credits go to the rightful owner)

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    Pain/Pleasure

    ©songlessnightingale

  • songlessnightingale 7w

    My heart is covered in bandages,
    Because of all the bullets you put through it,
    When you left me that night....

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    Bandaged Heart

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  • songlessnightingale 7w

    I said I love you,
    You said I hate you,
    I gave you my heart,
    Not because I wanted too,
    But because it fell through the hole you put in my chest.

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    Bullet Hole

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  • songlessnightingale 7w

    Unmended

    They take away my family,
    They tear us all apart,
    They try to erase the memories,
    But can't erase the marks,
    They cut me open,
    And leave me with the scars,
    They left me with a bandage,
    But they took away my heart.
    ©songlessnightingale

  • songlessnightingale 8w

    I lie beneath you,
    Waiting for you to complete me,
    My body is warm as you tenderly care for it,
    Like a warm cake brought forth from the oven,
    The trail of saliva from your tongue as you draw it across my skin,
    Is like a coat of frosting as you stroke the surface of the cake,
    Concealing it in a sweet substance,
    You sprinkle me with kisses,
    As if you were letting the sprinkles cascade through the air before falling in the thick layers of frosting,
    You gently shape me into a Y,
    Like when you tenderly slice into the dessert drawing forth a perfect triangle slice,
    You explore my treasures and browse amongst the lilies,
    As if you were inhaling the aroma of the dessert you've created,
    Lapping at the trickling streams as if you were dragging your tongue through layers of frosting,
    You trail your lips across my body till they lock with mine,
    You connect our bodies and fulfill our burning passion,
    Creating something more beautiful,
    Then a perfectly crafted cake.


    (I do not own the picture)

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    Cake

    ©songlessnightingale