Eraser

If you could erase a memory?
Which one would you pick?
To wipe the slate clean,
And start from scratch.

To redo mistakes that were made,
Or to fix something bad,
Maybe erase hurtful things that were said,
Or make a new memory to replace the old.

Erase time it's-self and just start new,
Turn back the clock and try to redo,
Sudden moments in life are but a blur,
But you remember them briefly when you stir.

Erase critical moments, To bring back those you lost,
To see them again a lot longer then you got,
Hold them close and dear, Treat them with love,
Keep them near, And live out your lives with joy.

Do you wish you could erase something in time?
Change it and be better off now then before.
I wish I could erase a lot, But that door has closed.
What would it be like? Do you know?
I doubt anyone does.

For just one chance to change past events,
Would be a critical altercation it's true.
But if that power existed,
Would you help yourself?
Or just want to misuse.

Erasing things is easy on paper or chalkboard,
But to erase something so event changing,
Now that would be really hard.

So I leave you with this question,
And think to yourself.

What would you erase in life?
(To abuse or to help)

~Written By~
KnightLover1

 

I really like Summer Rains.
It reminds me when I went to Trindad as a kid and danced in the warm rain. I swear, you could take a shower out there because it was so warm.

 

Glad you liked it hun , I figured it was time to revert back to something simular like Euphoria that I did.. So it has the same feeling to it.

 

It feels sorta different from Euphoria though.
-thinks- All light and airy, with lovely imagery to go along with it.
Especially with the idea of burgers sizzling on a grill. :wink:

 

Wow you write a lot Cool stuff, KL1!

 

Thats great

Could you write for my thirsty wife

 

Thanks hun Well I thought it could use some detail, So readers can actually picture all that good stuff in their minds. Make it more believable to them.

Thanks ThomP, Glad you enjoyed it. Happy to have followers and fans of my writing. Take care.

Sure, What is she into? I will try my best to get close to her interests, Just shoot me a PM and let me know and I will work on a piece for her.

 

Inspired by Michael Jackson

P.Y.T

Such a pretty young thing
That you are.

Sexy smile and face
and eyes by far.

Curvaceous body and filled
to the T.

Your a P.Y. girl and so sweet.
Sensual from head to feet.

The way you're body moves seems
unfair.

Bringing men and boys to their knees,
Knowing you have that factor, to please and tease.

Can anything be so undeniable, I doubt that at all.
So sensual when you spin and walk.

A perfume to die for, A fragrance in the air.
Your so intoxicating it's not fair.

P.Y.T you are the it girl.
Nothing can compare, Not in this world.

You have a magic that is like no other.
You can take it to the limit, sometimes further.

You could stop traffic, if you truly wished.
But the main attraction is those hips.

The way they shake from side to side.
With that killer body and innocent smile.

P.Y.T what a huge turn on?
Stand close to me, Or I may be gone.

To enjoy your company is but a joy.
Though your definately no little kids toy.

You bring a sassiness with an attitude as well.
And when you step into any place, You can ring there bell.

P.Y.T such a crazy dream.
But such girls exist even in reality.

~Written By
KnightLover1~

 

I loved Eraser. In fact, most of your poetry paints such vivid pictures. Thanks for always sharing these with us.

 

You're welcome EJLS, Thank you for being a follower of my poetry, It's nice to know I have good peope out there on the site who enjoy reading what I express.

The hardest thing is always the first line. lol, But I manage to write in terms of expression through either music, experiences, or just what I'm thinking bout at the moment.

Thank you once again for your thoughtful words and I will have more to share as well. :rose:

 

Winter Bliss


As the powdery rain falls upon us all,
We feel a cool chill strike us like wind.
We hear a loud truck through the streets,
As it comes to plow the mess and clear the way.

It's Winter Bliss come to say hello, An shower us with snow.
To make the trees disappear and hide under a blanket of white.
Snow is but a new experience in some of or all our lives.
It is but a great mystery as well how it looks so nice.

Winter Bliss will be among us and it's brought some friends.
Old frosty has come back and looking better every year.
Though we have a ways to go, It is not far off.
After thanksgiving and halloween, Santa comes a knocking.

He and frosty will light up the season and the skies.
With good ole rudolph leading the way with his red nose.
Winter time is a cherished memory, Sitting by the fire.
Having the lights share a warm glow as the tree is dressed up.

The family all together opening presents and such.
Having a nice big dinner to keep us full and save a buck.
Winter snow will fall and it will cover the landscape.
For when you see it the first time, It is truly magical.

So many feelings can stir as you see the snow spread.
Having snowball fights as children, Or even as adults.
It brings but love among us and keeps us sane.
For when the season comes calling, It stays a while.

Winter Bliss what an amazing sight, This you will see.
For those of us who live in that climate it is but a dream.
To watch it happen every year is but a reality.
Nothing can prepare you for such a magical event.

For when it comes it has no warning, It just falls out the sky.
But to manage such terrain is no easy task at all.
Just be careful, Stay focused and beware.
Cause anything can happen in the heavy snow air.

~Written By
KnightLover1~

 

The Forgotten

So many of us say we will be in touch.
But yet nothing seems to happen.
We say talk to you later, But even that does not exist.
Life pulls our strings like puppets in a play.
But those you think care, Always go away.

The Forgotten is what we become, A memory that is lost.
A faded image in ones thoughts, Nothing more as they say.
It is but an odd phrase, Though it makes more sense then you know.
We play on peoples emotions, Then it all gets ripped away.

Forgotten, Or lost that is a real mystery.
We all play a cruel game of one persons history.
Social networking I say what a waste.
Cause there is nothing social about it.

And to be forgotten is like erasing your diary.
A piece of you gets deleted each time you forget.
Untill you no longer exist in that persons mind.
Such a poetic twist, Wouldn't you say?

What is the point really?, That is what I'd like to know.
To say one thing and do another, Like when the wind blows.
People say there different, But that's a load of crap.
Cause they too forget you in a heartbeat.

The Forgotten is but a faded memory, Your image no longer is there.
You only last so long with some people, Before they disappear.
Sometimes there is no stopping it, And that's just how it goes.
You become an empty shell with no soul.

Yet we hope and look forward to those we hold close.
Though they become so wrapped up, We don't matter.
We get tossed aside like old toys, Or out grown clothes.
Such a chain reaction can be a dangerous thing.

To want to fit in so bad, Yet we are a missing link, Like a ring.
Not fully whole and yet we still try, But who will remember you.
Cause if we pass away, Who will weep if you die?
I don't think no one would, At least that is what I assume.

For when you become forgotten, You get swept under the rug.
It seems to be alright to play with peoples feelings.
Maybe that is a new craze, To purposely hurt random people.
Who really knows these days?, I think it's an abuse of intelligence.
It's an insult, Cause we are all fragile, And we do matter.

So please forget me, This I dare you and I mean what I say.
Cause when you truly need a friend like me.
I will simply get up and walk away.
For I will not be forgotten, I will move on and survive.

Cause it is you who will be but a memory.
While I carry on in life.

~Written By
KnightLover1~

 

Ice Box

There is a new pain.
Do you know where it exists?
No warm blooded veins,
No time to persist.

Feel the winter chill flow.
The cold emotions grow.
Turning your heart and insides,
Into crystalized stone.

A freezing point, way below zero.
There is no turning back, face it hero.
Your internal clock frozen beyond warm.
Welcome to the Ice Box, A winter storm.

Heat has been sucked from within.
Your feelings are pure icicles, stuck in mid spin.
Everything has been stopped, now you can't win.
Ice box tempture, feel the freeze.

Your life is in suspension, nothing left to see.
No more love or anything left to give.
Left for dead as you die a blue stiff.
Only so little time before your lights go out.

The torture to have nothing is a shame no doubt.
Like being six feet, laying in a coffin.
Cold and alone, what a terrible nightmare?
Be your last ride or even stand.

For the Ice Box factor will shatter your plans.
Look deep within my eyes, what do you see?
The fate of a villain, Hell bent with a cool breeze.
No where to travel not even across seas.

One touch of this will cause a spreading disease.
The meaning of this outcome is like a break up.
Instantly shutting down on self destruct.
Going into a panic and then no sound.

With a bursting eruption screaming out loud.
No warning or alert when this feeling hits.
So deadly with it's power, your done for it.
Fighting from the shut down as you breathe.

Is there any real relief?.
Ice box my heart, I don't want to care.
For the trouble and pain is just to hard to bare.
Why is it so difficult? I just don't know.

Ice box or the common cold.
Whatever the premonition it's hard to tell.
For when you fall to this pain within yourself.
It's like being tied up and screaming for help!!.

So with this conclusion I leave you with this thought.

Where will you be when your heart stops?.

~Written By
KnightLover1~

 

Awesome poem! Keep it Going!

This is really good love it :rose:

 

Thank you hun :rose:, glad you enjoyed it and thanks for the support.

 

Walls of Solitude

Walls of brick or cement,
built real high will never dent.
Too many tries, and less attempts,
here at my wall, you will forget.

We build these walls to keep people out,
strangers or invaders to stubborn no doubt.

Though when in a jam and indeed of safety,
we hide behind said walls to keep from being free,
we lock what feelings we share or have,
to be destroyed by visions of our past.

I understand we hide for reasons to protect,
but if you want to take risks, then why not get ahead,
they say those we bond with or connect real well,
always go far and never dwell.

I have met some people who I thought would be around,
but where there is a new start, trouble is abound,
you say you want to move forward,
but yet you stay going back,
no wonder there is confusion intact.

Walls of Solitude are like a burden from hell,
you try to change things, but they never do so well,
I know I have tried, and yet nothing has worked.

Met some stubborn people and they turn out to be jerks,
tried the right paths and they led to a dead end,
only cause the walls they made as their friend.

So what if these walls are so strong and high?
Maybe you enjoy being behind,
or maybe these walls do nothing at all,
cause it is you who eventually falls.

Walls can crumble and be knocked down,
but if you don't risk winning,
then you must enjoy a frown.

I have seen such walls, and I've tried to climb up some,
thinking to myself Yes! I have won.
Though the result is but the same and yet it's sad,
for the ones I was close to just turn out to be bad.

If you fix a wall then make it right,
for the only scenery you will enjoy is grey or white.
For if you enjoy being alone,
then may your wall keep you stoned.

I end this poem with a very enlightening thought.

Walls are meant to be broken and to win the day,
but how can you move forward with someone,
If their to afraid??

Written By
KnightLover1

 

Heavenly Sent

From the day of birth the heavens said,
You are a miracle soul with a halo above your head,
Wishful thinking, and a kind hearted spirit,
Always so giving and unrelenting.

Heavenly body with a sweet scent,
Wondrous magic that I have been lent,
For to do good is a deed among men,
To see that your efforts will praised again and again.

Touch the hearts of many with a casual smile,
Light there imaginations with a devilish wile,
Bring them to a place with excitement and thrill,
To unlock their inner fantasies at ones own will.

Heavenly sent from above the skies,
Maybe I am an angel in disguise,
Who knows my true purpose or my form,
Makes you really wonder in this chaotic storm.

Put on the planet and breathe it all in,
To bring a certain magic to those who can't win,
For my only calling is to make them born again,
Though it is not such an easy task,
For this mission it takes a half glass.

Half optimism and motivation,
To go from being born, to your own creation.
Mythical stories of past and future,
For the present is the key, so much newer.

Destined to bring joy and smiles abound,
Even my naughty side will win the crowd,
So hold onto your seats and stay tuned,
I'm like the hidden face you see in the moon.

So before I leave this poem and finish one.

Ask yourself this,

When the clock is ticking on life they say?
What will you be remembered for on your last day?

Written By
KnightLover1

 

New Poem

Friends

Friends are like a bridge that help you fill the gap,
they comfort you in time of need, or there to pat your back.
Friends will make you laugh, when your depressed or feeling blue,
they help make your day better when you need someone to.

Real friends are like angels, they watch out for you when you fail,
they get you by rough times, when there is no one else who cares.
I know very few friends who would go that extra mile,
though I only have few friends who would never turn a blind eye.

Real friends will do something stupid with you to show you're not alone,
I can't recall a real friend like that, maybe not in a long while.
Though I can remember a time when a friend was always there for me to make me smile.

A friend and real friend there two different types, but to me they seem somewhat a like.
I know it's hard to fathom and a little hard to believe, but when you have friends who care, your more liable to do more and achieve.

I do have friends this I will say, but only one really shows me the real meaning of that phrase. It is sad I know, but true in some ways.

Maybe there are gaps, that some friends can't fill. Maybe the meaning is there, but not the devotion or the will.

Whatever the reason in this crazy world we stray, never take a friend for granted and make them feel they do not belong.
Because one day they may be long gone.

You may lose the greatest gift anyone can be gifted by god,
for the very person you hold dear, and will care for just as deep.
Will be the only refreshing friend you can trust, even in you're sleep.

 

Euphoria Prt.2

Welcome back, the tides have changed
Euphoria has evolved time to reign
Summertime and winter, it's been awhile I know
Euphoria came a knocking and hasn't let go

The gentle winds blow and the rain falls free
Seasons do change and time seems distant
A place to relax or watch the clouds float above
The white puffy images in the sky

Hold onto yesterday, for the future is unclear
Euphoria has reclaimed a new breath of life
You stand next to me like a friend or soul mate
Singing tunes of old times, with new shining light

Bring to me your weak and for that I will heal
For the times are changing now, there is no yield
I come with new flavor and yet a little of the old
Though my peacefulness is fresh and my story bold

Euphoria rejoices and friends gather round
A cool breeze sets in and the sun is on watch
For this feeling is abundant and filled with great cheer
The magic of such emotions, with no end in sight

I bring about a new way and hope it is true
The laughter of kids so refreshing to hear
Yet the joy of such times is memorable
Walk along the path of new beginnings
End the pain and the fear

Breathe out the doubts and confusion
Keep your mind free and clear
Stay strong through the sorrow
Stand tall among the skies

Euphoria is everlasting
For that it will never die

Written By
KnightLover1

 

Lifeless

As I lay me down to sleep
No more tears I shall weep
My lifeless body is at peace
For my time is now for what I reap.

No more powers my will is gone
Lifeless now, I've met my match
The reaper of souls I have scratched
Leave me humble, but leave me be
For I pose no threat, this you will see

I am not strong or made of steel
My heart still beats, but my body can't feel
My mind is not mine, yet I stay in motion
The pain is so real, and yet I lost my devotion
I cry out to the skies, when will I be healed

My lifeless body stays concealed
Buried beyond finding, left for eternity
Lifeless forever and no return left for me
I find sleep among angels and gods among men
I see clouds of endless white and bright light

What has come of this life?
A question I can't solve
A riddle so great, with no bounds at all
I've looked from a far, and yet I'm to far gone
I've seen my own fate and I've fallen away

Vanished from one world and into the next
Not sure of my purpose, nowhere to turn
No one to lean on, my soul has burned
I'm no simple man, just a floating spirit or wraith
My human emotions still linger, yet I can't find my own place

Lifeless from everything, yet I stay intact
My memories are still flashes, In small packs
I look to one calling, where I may learn to fly
For the past I lived once, I've already died so many times
My emotions were played with, my mind a blur
My heart in pieces with no chance to be fixed

Though if I have learned one thing, this I will say
The true test of love is the loss and the pain
It is measured by your will, and the power to move on
To be stronger in each passing, to heal and carry on
Fight each battle whether you lose or draw
But it takes two to win the war and be more then you are

I've fought and I've lost and yet I still try
Sometimes I wonder
What's better?
(To live with more pain, Or just give up and die)

Written By
~KnightLover1~