We met in the winter of our lives
Drawn together by the warmth
And promise of kinship
That helped us brave the season
To usher in the spring
When poisonous fruits sprouted
Hiding behind showy blossoms
Their once sweet fragrance now cloying
As they fought for a last hurrah
In the unforgiving heat of summer
And now autumn is upon us
Who have glutted ourselves on a Judas feast
Filled us full up with the mettle necessary
To take on winter once again.

Everything that has been happening so far is finally turning out somewhat okay,
Or maybe that's just me thinking that it is.

Today I stopped writing poetry, and just listened to music, and checked out poetfreak because it's full of drama and it's weird. I really like that site and the feel of that place. It's just how I imagined my favorite poem to be.

Calm
Like a romance,
The linden trees are slowly rustling.
On your lips warm waves
Shine perfume, life and fire.
I wanted you
So much
And you, and you alone,
Not I -
As much as I might have wanted you -
You
Were the one who opened my lips
And moistened them with yours
For the first time.

The linden trees are rustling,
My love,
Far is the Danube
And its small benches call to us
To go
To sit
To hear her,
Breathe her,
The asphalt warm under your soft, fair body,
Curved like a miracle - in every place perfection -
Would be cold next to your serene skin,
Hot, moist, covered
With the most beautiful thin summer dress -
Oh, child, young yet strong in your kiss,
Candor in a starry sky...