"Amid The Ruins"
The moonlight shimmers
across the restless tides
another day is gone away
as watchful eyes ponder
unforeseen motives
the same routine
at the old typewriter
writing the same lines
watching the wheels spin
she lies on the bed
with her diary open
pouring her heart out
her thoughts
are a million miles away
a note left on the door:
"dearest,
it has been ages since we
last saw one another
I did not want
our last moments together
to be full of anger and pain
I just wanted to let you know
that that you will always be
the most special part of me
even though we're apart
please know that the sun
will rise again
and I won't ever let you go"
she gets up and goes to the kitchen
and picks up the phone
dialing the number slowly
she exhales
desperately wishing
her beloved's embrace
to carry her home
amid the ruins.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Poem: "Sober"
"Sober"
The bright sun has burned away
the last vestiges of self-control
as the bottle sits silently on the desk
in front of me
the bed where I lay is empty
and cold
your subtle warmth
gone away
the phone rings
I let the answering machine
pick up
just so I can your voice again
the walls
are bare now
it's too late
to save me
from the fall
sometimes
I close my eyes
and hear you
whisper softly
your fragrant beauty
lingers awhile
clinging to me
haunting my soul
stirring my bones
amid perfect strokes
of shadow and release
the aching intersection
of unbridled sensuality.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The bright sun has burned away
the last vestiges of self-control
as the bottle sits silently on the desk
in front of me
the bed where I lay is empty
and cold
your subtle warmth
gone away
the phone rings
I let the answering machine
pick up
just so I can your voice again
the walls
are bare now
it's too late
to save me
from the fall
sometimes
I close my eyes
and hear you
whisper softly
your fragrant beauty
lingers awhile
clinging to me
haunting my soul
stirring my bones
amid perfect strokes
of shadow and release
the aching intersection
of unbridled sensuality.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Imprint"
"Imprint"
The alarm clock
blares loudly
it is 3 a.m.
as the light
goes out
In the dark
of the early morning
hours
while the world sleeps
desperation seethes
I sit here at my desk
in the same old chair
writing the words
The alarm clock
blares loudly
it is 3 a.m.
as the light
goes out
In the dark
of the early morning
hours
while the world sleeps
desperation seethes
I sit here at my desk
in the same old chair
writing the words
that I hope will reach you
the night light
starts to flicker
as thoughts
of you rush
into my mind
I am a cup
waiting desperately
to be filled.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Friday, June 5, 2009
Poem: "Possession"
"Possession"
The light fades slowly
patches of sun still peek through
the open window
she looks out
up at the sky
as the clouds approach
and gentle night settles in
she longs for him
his face forever imprinted
in her mind
she reaches for his picture
on the nightstand
clutching it
close to her heart
the bed is cold and empty
without his warmth
and easy laugh
she turns away
as the loneliness creeps in
and threatens to overtake
her precious heart
somewhere
he walks in silently
into the same space
he's occupied for years
with the single bed
and cramped desk
with electric typewriter
he wishes that she knew
the desires of his heart
and what lies deep
within his soul
the phone rings
she is on the other line
he smiles to himself
and so the dance begins anew.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The light fades slowly
patches of sun still peek through
the open window
she looks out
up at the sky
as the clouds approach
and gentle night settles in
she longs for him
his face forever imprinted
in her mind
she reaches for his picture
on the nightstand
clutching it
close to her heart
the bed is cold and empty
without his warmth
and easy laugh
she turns away
as the loneliness creeps in
and threatens to overtake
her precious heart
somewhere
he walks in silently
into the same space
he's occupied for years
with the single bed
and cramped desk
with electric typewriter
he wishes that she knew
the desires of his heart
and what lies deep
within his soul
the phone rings
she is on the other line
he smiles to himself
and so the dance begins anew.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Nearly Gone"
"Nearly Gone"
I think I'm falling for you, he said
it has been hours since they have talked
or seen one another, but the poor boy's heart
is so full
that he's about to burst at the seams
he walks to the desk and sits down
feverishly writing down his thoughts
on the paper
barely stopping for a breath
the words flow like running water
onto the thirsty page
she waits in silence
her heart locked away
the beauty in her eyes
masked by the pain
that haunts her still
the moment fate intervenes
and the two desperate souls
are joined together
the woman smiles
and embraces the boy
and the joy that consumes her
nearly makes his heart ache
overflowing with need and gratitude
they lie together now
underneath the stars
he holds her close
as she lays her head
on his bare chest
they look deeply
into one another's eyes
and with that first kiss
the world that they once knew apart
is now nearly gone.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
I think I'm falling for you, he said
it has been hours since they have talked
or seen one another, but the poor boy's heart
is so full
that he's about to burst at the seams
he walks to the desk and sits down
feverishly writing down his thoughts
on the paper
barely stopping for a breath
the words flow like running water
onto the thirsty page
she waits in silence
her heart locked away
the beauty in her eyes
masked by the pain
that haunts her still
the moment fate intervenes
and the two desperate souls
are joined together
the woman smiles
and embraces the boy
and the joy that consumes her
nearly makes his heart ache
overflowing with need and gratitude
they lie together now
underneath the stars
he holds her close
as she lays her head
on his bare chest
they look deeply
into one another's eyes
and with that first kiss
the world that they once knew apart
is now nearly gone.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Skin"
Poem: "Skin"
You are out there
waiting in silence
moments pass
as the glitter of
neon fades
You don't know me
although we've passed
each other in public
several times
If the coward in me
would die
then you would
surely know
what I already do
Though distance keeps us apart
every time I close my eyes
we are together
you and I
in the same space
I don't have the words
in this moment with you
to feel your warmth
against my skin
Lest the demons drag me
into the mouth of hell
as heaven stares down
with divine reluctance
I'm locked away in the same room
with all these words - precious words
scattered on countless pieces of paper
across the cold wooden floor
It is night now
you slip on a short black dress
and ruby red lipstick
with your hair down
you look dangerous tonight
The anticipation is almost
ready to devour my insides
and break my fragile bones
one by one
Will you wait for me
in the fragrant shadows
longing to be noticed
aching to be touched
starving for affection
As I lie naked on the bed
moonlight illuminates my bare chest
lost in the rapture, desire beckons
the door opens slowly as you walk in
"here and now, my love
our sensual undoing,"
was the last thing you whispered
amid the tumultuous roar
of our bodies intertwined
in sweat and ecstasy
Reaching out for beautiful release.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
You are out there
waiting in silence
moments pass
as the glitter of
neon fades
You don't know me
although we've passed
each other in public
several times
If the coward in me
would die
then you would
surely know
what I already do
Though distance keeps us apart
every time I close my eyes
we are together
you and I
in the same space
I don't have the words
in this moment with you
to feel your warmth
against my skin
Lest the demons drag me
into the mouth of hell
as heaven stares down
with divine reluctance
I'm locked away in the same room
with all these words - precious words
scattered on countless pieces of paper
across the cold wooden floor
It is night now
you slip on a short black dress
and ruby red lipstick
with your hair down
you look dangerous tonight
The anticipation is almost
ready to devour my insides
and break my fragile bones
one by one
Will you wait for me
in the fragrant shadows
longing to be noticed
aching to be touched
starving for affection
As I lie naked on the bed
moonlight illuminates my bare chest
lost in the rapture, desire beckons
the door opens slowly as you walk in
"here and now, my love
our sensual undoing,"
was the last thing you whispered
amid the tumultuous roar
of our bodies intertwined
in sweat and ecstasy
Reaching out for beautiful release.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Poem: "Closet Fuckers"
"Closet Fuckers"
Part I: SHE
I was 16
when I lost it
it hurt and it was dark
we had decided to wait
until Mom left for the night
I was a popular girl in school
every day after gym class
the boys would wait near my locker
like moths to a flame
His name was Brad
and he was big
6'3" and muscular
and he loved to show off
It happened on a Friday
under the bleachers
during football practice
He liked the my short skirt
the way it accentuated my hips
and always watched my walk
he was determined, that one was
It hurt at first with him
on top of me
raising me up
into him
I stifled a scream
I felt something gush
inside me and
my heart sank.
Part II: He
Victoria was a prude
she didn't think so
but everyone knew it
by the way she was
The way she could gaze
into the eyes of an unsuspecting guy
and turn his knees to jelly
Or whenever she walked
The way her hips swayed
back and forth
made all the guys squirm
with anticipation
She seduced a freshman
in the boy's locker room
by bending over and showing her ass
and exposing her cleavage
She backed up into him
as they went
in and out
painting the loop
Wet, sweaty
achingly lustful
screaming
The last moments, euphoric.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Part I: SHE
I was 16
when I lost it
it hurt and it was dark
we had decided to wait
until Mom left for the night
I was a popular girl in school
every day after gym class
the boys would wait near my locker
like moths to a flame
His name was Brad
and he was big
6'3" and muscular
and he loved to show off
It happened on a Friday
under the bleachers
during football practice
He liked the my short skirt
the way it accentuated my hips
and always watched my walk
he was determined, that one was
It hurt at first with him
on top of me
raising me up
into him
I stifled a scream
I felt something gush
inside me and
my heart sank.
Part II: He
Victoria was a prude
she didn't think so
but everyone knew it
by the way she was
The way she could gaze
into the eyes of an unsuspecting guy
and turn his knees to jelly
Or whenever she walked
The way her hips swayed
back and forth
made all the guys squirm
with anticipation
She seduced a freshman
in the boy's locker room
by bending over and showing her ass
and exposing her cleavage
She backed up into him
as they went
in and out
painting the loop
Wet, sweaty
achingly lustful
screaming
The last moments, euphoric.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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