Little Cozy Corner

Blood Bath

The rage within her struggles to break free
The voices in her head screams, “Kill!”
She tries to keep it in, she tries so very hard
But the forces are too strong, it’s too powerful
To keep inside

All hell breaks loose when she
Sees her victim standing there
She lures him with her seductive smile
He draws close like a moth to the flame

He reminisces the times gone by
His loins, pounding with lust and desire
As his throbbing manhood rises to the occasion
She smiles at him as she devours him

Eyes closed, lost in ecstasy
He is in a world of his own
Oblivious of what is to befall him
She gives him pleasure beyond belief
For she knows that this would be his last

The last time he ever breathes
Yvy @ 17/5/2006

[One of the fastest poems I've ever written - 10 mins tops!! WOOT!!]

Cold Summer

Chilly air makes me shiver in the night
The wind blows lightly against my face
I feel the shivers go down my spine
O, how bright the moon looks tonight

My arms are wrapped around me
As I look out into the night
I try to look as far as my eyes can see
But the darkness is all there is

Many winters have come and gone
Summers, autumns and springs too
Yet, I feel it seems like just yesterday
When I last saw your face

Then suddenly I realise that it is not so
It’s been more than a decade, truth be known.
Yvy @ 10/05/2006

No more

I used to love your smile
It brighten up my room whenever you walked in
I used to love your soft caresses
They made me feel secured
I used long for your kisses
They made me yearn for you more
I used to always need you
But not anymore

No more turning to jello when you walk into the room
No more eratic thumping of my heart each time I see you
No more heartaches and pain
No more wanting to touch or feel you
No more wanting to be near you
Just no more of you
Yvy @ 25/04/2006

Living Life

Many heartaches and hurts have gone
But the memories still live on
She dries her eyes and picks up her bag
And walks the long journey home

The road is long and winding
The bends are sharp and hurtful
Inside her heart is still hurting
But time will do the healing

Despite the pain and hurt that flows
Life goes on and that she knows
Waiting for love to heal her soul
Waiting for love to not cry foul

She waited and looked, and kept searching still
But nothing she found could keep her filled
And like He promised, in His time
She finally met her ‘partner in crime’.
Yvy @ 7/12/2005

Untitled

no (wo)man is an island
for we are not meant to be
being alone is a stand
which you can chose not to be

reach out your arms
and open your heart
for out there in the storm
you will find the calm

be strong, stand firm
and never ever regret
be wise and stern
remember this & never forget
Yvy @ September 12, 2005

*In response to LaidBare’s poem Notice Me :-

why do I cry myself to sleep
alone in my corner
is my sanity slipping
beyond my reach
yes it is, slowly
but surely

why does God feel so far away
but wait, does he exist
maybe He’s abandoned me, like
i’ve abandoned Him, cause
i do not believe
i cannot believe
because He’s not there

why do you look so happy
why do you have everything I
cannot and will not have
why is it so unfair, to give you
everything, when
you have done nothing to deserve it
but I feel lowlier
the more I envy you

is there anyone out there who
can hear me when I’m screaming
so silently, so quietly
does anyone notice how
sad I am, how hurt I am
how quiet I am
how quiet I will be

Strong Woman

A special poem I wrote for my mum. She’s all this and much much more…wonder if she knew I was writing about her when she read this. :love:

It has passed midnight but
She still sits by the fireplace
Glancing up to watch the time go by
Her nimble fingers still hard at work

Satisfied with the her labour of love
She slowly struggles to stand up
Her knees hurting from the scrubbing
Her back aching from the standing

She hobbles past her angels
Both safely tucked in bed
She wipes a tear from her eye
Thank God, tonight they didn’t cry

Lying on that rickety old bed
She tries to fall asleep
With scraps of bread for her angels to be fed
Her hunger pangs have now taken a leap

She dreams of snow white dresses
And pretty pink bows
A table laden with food
Enough to make you drool

She smiles tho’ still asleep
And hugs her pillow tight
She pulls the blanket tighter
To keep the warmth inside

She wakes up with a start
And wipes her sleepy eyes
She thanks the Lord for she’s alive
To seize the day and fight to survive.
Yvy @ 29/7/2005