Roses were red.
My life was blue,
Until that one day
When I met you.
You brought me happiness.
You brought me love
like a guardian angel in disguise
that came down from above.
You captured my heart,
and enslaved my soul.
With your ever-loving presence,

  Am I serving a kind of punishment,
  or might I be part of a concealed plot?
  Could it be that I’m part of something good?
  Perhaps this life is that which no one thought.
  As I look back at all that I have done
  it looks as though my actions lack in worth.

Controlling, suffocating the life out of me

He is not happy, till he has dominated me

Squeezing the spirit that makes my personality

Stringing me along, manipulating my being

His puppet, his prize, a trophy to display

Happily erasing my independence away

He says, I am "beauty," as his eyes gaze my flesh

My weary mind passed through into another world, another time
The visions that enchanted me were morose, but yet sublime
Through forests deep and intricate my aching heart could roam
And silent whispers called to me and told me I was home

A fate of a twisted moon beyond
becomes a love's dedication song
to weld the soul's brittle bond.

To see how harsh winter's wind still blows
a distance travelled desert rose
come to cease my adverse prose.

Row upon row of anguished hearts
a battle to find true love imparts
to vanquish pain's dramatic arts.

please oh please don’t feel sorry for me
just because my love happens to be poison ivy
she makes me itch she makes me scratch
but I’ll always be ready to jump in the next batch
she makes me rub until I am sore
but with out her my happiness fades more and more
every few weeks she clears from my body

(note: marked as Fixed Verse because I can't seem to find Quatrains in there...also, only the second/fourth lines rhyme. So not a quatrain. Boo to that. There won't be any fixed line length / fixed syllables per line.)

On the corner in the rain,
my umbrella lost to wind,
in the light you strike a pose,
I dream of consequential sin.

Who am I? No-one knows,
Wherever I go, something follows.
I am like a ghost on the moonlit sky,
Above the clouds I can fly.

I only come out when the sun is bright,
Or beneath a head lamp in the middle of the night.
My life ends when the sun goes down,
And a new life is born when the sun comes around.

Big and long and rough and strong
When they're on me
when they're not
when I see them
they are sought

On me
near me
upon me
steer me

by my mouth
in my teeth
touching me:
underneath

caressing
obsessing
grasping
clasping

Luscious and warm
I don't understand.
How it can be
The words that come out
When you're speaking to me.

They twist and they turn
As they pass through your lips,
So sharp and so fast
Like razorblade tips.

The womankind, so sweet and mild

They're in my mind, not far behind

Your womanhood, it is so good

Obscurity, I understood

Magnetic poles, attracts me so

It is your role to draw me close

You magnetize all in your sight

Not dim but bright, they see your light

Stop Newton's Law! there is a flaw!

Dear Lady, refreshment is that which I crave,
a cup that revives without intoxication,
A reminder of clippers on towering wave
Calcutta to London, a drink for the nation