Poetry

Missing

I’m looking for someone/
Maybe you could help me/
Something awful must’ve happened, what have I done/

See our lives were interwoven into loves rope/
A bond that was what I thought, sacred/
But seems I was wrong, is there hope?

Hope of your secrets to come to light?/
Will I once again earn a trust I knew not I lost/
Or have you declared war, is this a fight?/

If so brandish the blades, go in armed/
If you’ve turned on me, let the  bridges burn!/
I won’t be the only one harmed/

As you cut through our memories you will know pain/
A time when you need me will arise/
But you’ll be left bleeding out in the rain/

I wanted this fixed/
You chose to shun me/
Now my rage and sorrow are mixed/

I thought you lost, a person gone missing/
A person I could one day find again/
But I found only a snake hissing/

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Poetry

I am

I am
A son
A husband
A man
A lover
A warrior
A pacifist
A monster
Or worse
Human
I live to
Conquer my ambitions
Explore my passions
Write poetry
Pen novels
Benefit humanity
I won’t
Accept failure
Go against my own wishes
Perpetuate hatred
Incite ignorance
Be lazy
I am
Simply I am
I am me
All I wish to be

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Poetry

Friday Night Freak

Biding my time all week
It’s torture as time creeps
mundane Monday
Tedious Tuesday
Weakening Wednesday
Teasing Thursday
All lead to Freedom Friday
The day when He is reborn
The Friday Night Freak
On the hunt, your soft pleasures I seek
24 hours when my mission is to make you week
Sanity slipping Sex is the goal
Its not a matter of Do you or don’t you
You will be tied up and pleased beyond your limits
You will feel me as I fill you
I’ve been ravenous for the taste of you
I will quench my thirst upon your pools
I’ll loose counts of how many times I conquer your orgasm
I love you that is true
But this is a steamy lust that I brew
I will take you
On top, below, or from behind
I will dominate you so you know that you are mine
Friday Night is a time you will rejoice
because it is now I’ll play in your most moist
From now until Midnight you are mine
This is the time when I’ll slowly Grind
I’m not stopping until we’re both weak
Just another case of the Friday Night Freak

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Insane sanity

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It’s easy to be crazy, hard to be sane
A fact that rings true much to my disdain/
Oh the humanity
I’m trapped in my sanity
Life’s goal is for you not to be demented/
Not to give someone boots that are cemented/
Just to stay calm and chill
Don’t give in to the orgasmic urge to kill
Be noble, wear a cape like Bruce Wayne
Never be a Joker laughing at a blood stain/
Don’t ever let the blood smear
Hold you sanity very near
I’m wrapped in a straight jacket called society/
Where nut jobs and wackos get notoriety/
They walk loose, everyone is dangerous
Pushing the limits of Gore trying to be infamous/
Yet we are instructed, taught, trained to be sane/
It’s almost a sin to even complain/
Insane sanity, it’s not rare, actually commonplace/
Its almost normal to want to hatchet a face/
But if sanity is insane and insanity is sane/
Then, who is really in the straight jacket? The Joker or Bruce Wayne/
It can really bother the mind
Are you insane? Or sane with an axe to grind?/

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Who really knows?

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Light

For the first time in days
I can finally feel the sun’s rays
we’ve been berated by dark
children sat depressed in the park
no light so save our souls
consumed with noir until we are buried in holes
the sun is now all too bright
it’s almost something to fill me with fright.
the once oh so coveted light
it’s almost a sin to feel so right
The dark has changed our mood
now it’s instinctive to be dark and brood
Fix this dark stained world with light
Do it now with your luminous might!

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Dreaming

Dreams
They may be prophetic
Never pathetic
Each with its own meaning
Trying to teach you something
Hoping you hold onto one thing
Sanity barely in your grip
Some dreams cause it to slip
What’s with this imagery?
Oftentimes cryptic dark imagery
To teach you to cherish the light
Yet filling you with abrasive fright
Fall has arrived, time for rakes
Watch under the leaves for snakes
Betrayal and enemies in the air
Your dream warning, the only thing making this fair/
Terrifying thoughts of death
Maybe even material item theft
What do all these dreams mean
Are they just another bout of rapids in my mental stream?/

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Original Stories

Sacred Swords Novel Giveaway!

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Hello Heroes,

As you know I write poetry as well as original stories. Sometimes short in length others are novel length. One of my moat Sacred is my novel Titled Sacred Swords. Its a young adult fantasy fiction novel based in modern times. It’s the story of two college students who were on their spring break together during their senior year. They go from normal students to finding out they are descended from God’s and destined to defend the world from a force of true darkness and his physical manifestations of the Seven Deadly Sins. Armed with their Sacred Swords Hurricane, and Soliel they set out to master their newfound abilities and prevent the world’s destruction, all while passing finals. College life is a difficult one.

I’m actually doing a giveaway from now until 9/27 although I may extended it. It’s a simple process. Just go to my Facebook page for the novel, like it, and post something that truly makes me laugh. That’s all, I want to laugh as much as I want you all to enjoy my writing. No gimmicks or purchasing of anything necessary. Just make me laugh and you get a book that I hope you enjoy and share with others

Make me laugh here–> http://www.Facebook.com/SacredSwords

Poetic Ice, aka LeTavious Hemingway

(The winner will be notified and info will be exchanged for the book delivery then.)

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Possession

Your body
Now under my control/
To bend to my whim and will/
Possessiin
I’ve infiltrated the corners of your soul/
I’ll twist and turn your passion/
Tangle your fingers in the sheets/
Toes curled as your heart increases beats/
You thought you were in control/
Thought this was your choice/
Silly child, you never had a voice/
Simply the sexual prey/
Never once able to keep me at bay/
You’re the one that was caught/
But feels to good to catch your breath/
Only when I ordain it so/
I tell your body when yo stop and go/
Your orgasm is the lick, I am the key/
Once unlocked, then I’ll let you free/
You are forever under my control/
Oppression? No possession of your very soul/

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Heart Beat

Ba-bum ba-bum/
The calm heart beats/
A calmness in the air, a peace in the streets/
Silently the sun swiftly sets/
The dangers arise, evil places bets/
What are the odds you’ll live the night/
What was that sound? Was it your fright?/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart turns up the frequency/
Your body shivers, surrounded by delinquency/
Go left, no right! Not down the dark alley/
Turn the corner, only to enter death valley/
Stripping you of money and clothes isn’t their goal/
These dark citizens are after your soul/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
The heart now the star of a bloody thriller/
Your eyes locked on your would be killer/
Mind confused, do I fight or run?/
Either way he”ll cut you down fir fun/
Drop to your knees beg for life/
A smile breaks out as he licks his knife/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
Adrenaline takes over as you plead/
The chemical fuels your instinctual need/
Rush him, fight to survive/
He thrusts for you to no longer be alive/
Struggle on until warm flesh meets cold steel/
The crimson life force oozes from the blades meal/
Ba-bum…. ba-bum….. ba-bum
The heart begins to slow/
With each vicious stab the crimson will flow/
This is the true end/
There is no way a severed ventricle will mend/
Lifeless eyes, the reaper has played his roll/
Ever so quietly, these are the final sounds of your soul/
Ba-bum……………. ba-bum

-Poetic Ice

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Words

I have a wide variety of weapons in my arsenal
But the most deadly weapon I have can’t be traced
It can be disastrous to the mind and soul
Words
I’ve used so many rounds of these words
I could have caused genocide by now
I’ve yet to put them on safety
I know there have been habitual casualties
Words
These words seem to bounce off some of the strongest
So I put in another cartridge and give it another go
Eventually these words pierce the skin and sink to the soul
Leaving a somber echo of my malignant
Words

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