Is love a fancy or a feeling or a fascination?
You tell me
Although my mind is already made
And made up like the corners of my bed sheets

Your grandparents will tell you one thing, your parents another
And the youth amidst the feeling will tell you something else entirely

You know what I think?
Do you even care?
Will anyone even hear this little thing?
That love is a decision made every day
To let go, to hold on, to cut loose, and to cat's cradle string

The same old yarn or balers twine
Which you first used to tightly wind
The cord around your loving life

You picked your husband
You chose your wife
Now chose whether or not you'll live
In an ever loving daily life

Holy cow - 200 poems here - Meaning lifetime I'm over 500 poems now
#love   #poem   #poetry   #lovers   #like   #is   #loves   #string   #scribbles   #sean  
rinnette
rinnette
2 days ago

There is something about him
Yet I don't know what it is
It makes me feel fuzzy
Like butterflies in me


There is something about him
That makes me gravitate towards his presence
It makes me want to stay close
In silence or in everything


There is something about him
That calms my being
My demons quiet down
Just so that I could hear him


There is something about him
Because every time he holds my hand
I feel safe
Like I'm at home, cuddled in my warm bed


There is something about him...
...and I still don't know what it is.

I don't think I'll ever know.
#him   #about   #is   #something   #there  
Delta Swingline
Delta Swingline
3 days ago

Most of my life is a forgotten cliffside. There's nothing you can really do about it, it's just the consequence you pay for being alive.

I don't remember a lot of my childhood. I can remember my schools, my friends, my parents, my teachers. But I don't remember my sisters. Only my brother, the little boy carrying the family name on his shoulder blades... But he is not ready for that.

As for my sisters... I do not officially "know them" until they begin to leave. I was 11 when they started leaving my house, and 13 when they started re-entering my life.

There is no excuse for arriving late to my life crisis. But what crisis is there anyway?

I grew up alone.

Sisters too old, brother too young, parents too protective.
And me...

Too eager to run through the halls of my early life, and high school is not what I expected the years to be. But I am still here... alive.

And there will always be that to hold on to when the sky falls from the stars that pin up the rest of the universe.

Or the the clouds fall from the blue sky just before that cliffside collapses into the abyss.

This is the artistry that is my life on a power surge. Feeling the shock of the first kiss, and the break of the last word.

The many voices, and single sayings. The before and after. The push and then the fall.

The feeling of all my memories being shot.

But not killed.

This is the joy of living off of the electric tower... or the Eiffel tower.

This is life made wild, love made public, friends made family, me made whole again.

Me surviving the cliffside fall for the 378th time this week.

Safety nets were never written in the fine print of this circus act.

But this feeling can kill as much as it can save. It is, and always will be a cosmic shot across the front of my skull...

Opening my mind into eternity. Until I decide to go back to that cliffside...

Again.

Let me put everything back together.
#friends   #sacrifice   #thoughts   #family   #was   #is   #lettinggo   #cosmic   #cliffs   #hasbeen  
Jacob Cuadro
Jacob Cuadro
3 days ago

Happy Birthday sis. Oh, how fast time has flown,
I remembered the day I first saw you, a precious baby girl in my arms,
How can this be from you being a tiny baby to a woman who has fully grown,
For you melted everyone’s hearts with those cute baby charms.

Slowly you were blooming in your childhood years,
To the gorgeous flower that you are, and I loved the way you have blossomed,
To be there in your life, from the start and seeing you transform day by day gave me tears.
As your big brother, to have experienced having a sister like you, my life has been amazing, you are funny as well as you are smart you are awesome.

Happy Twenty First Birthday. Congratulations on this special year you have a big future ahead of you. So many things to see and do; new challenges and new faces are out there waiting you to overcome and to meet. I welcome you to adulthood, for you have surely grown from a child to a beautiful woman. I wish this day for you to be filled with happiness and love. You deserve it. HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Jacob Cuadro

#in   #sister   #my   #to   #is   #who   #officially   #audulthood  
April
April
4 days ago

My favorite color is blue,
not just because it's the color of your eyes,
but because my love for you grew,
I wish that it's be the last color I see when I die.
I love you,
my dear sister,
And I hope you love me too.

#not   #the   #blue   #my   #color   #favorite   #its   #is   #just   #because  
Julie Grenness
5 days ago

I guess I am stoic,
And tolerant, is that heroic?
Is stoicism a good trait?
Or maybe I am stubborn, okay,
No one has to believe B.S.,
So stoicism is a virtue, I guess.....

Feedback welcome.
#good   #this   #a   #is   #trait  

I look at the dismay
of my so called day
When everything seems
to be falling apart
I find myself collecting the sum
of my parts
Putting myself back together again .

With a grin !

#time   #of   #friend   #a   #is   #tonight   #tough   #mine   #having  
Rachel Duggan
Rachel Duggan
Oct 11, 2016

sit back and let love dance beneath the skin

engulf sensations of pure euphoria and ecstasy

the mind stops and enters a familiar realm of trance and silence

an abstraction of reality preoccupied
only by pure bliss and the acceptance of being

it's the vibration of sound and the orgasmic color of the sky

flowing throughout the veins coated with transience
mindfully directed towards inner awareness while
ascending to a higher state

going beyond the laws of time and space
forgetting all pseudo worries that are far away and make believe

dance on the moon and in your brain
you are the true god that fills these spaces

#universe   #is   #u  
Giacomo
Giacomo
Mar 12

I pray to Succubus,
to let me fantasies about you.
To lure you to me,
For another long night.
To let me smells that skin
that is full of roses perfume.
The perfume that drives my hormones insane,
Just for another night...

#love   #lust   #is  
Esther
Esther
Mar 12

Dearly departed,
Pray for me
In life I still need to excrete
Not only faeces but thoughts
Just like food in my mouth
I chew possible sounds
Until they are… reproduced
I think
What I thought was art
Is now a bit bitter on my tongue
The saliva must be tainted
With odours I’ve inhaled
Because this rubbish I taste
Is too flavoursome
I know this isn’t appealing
But neither is the finished product
Unwrap what you can
Of what we toss down to you
And swallow what you think is sweetest
You know it will all be… sour
I think
What I thought was lasting flavour
Turned out to be flesh
And even as I write this
I feel the unpicked hair in my teeth
So that when I create
I am secretly painting in words
From the inside out
I am closer to you in this way
But in that way-
Not so much.

Dearly departed,
Pray for us
In life we must run to you
But in living we must wait
Amongst the rotting peels
We left in our backpacks
For too long
We’ve learned to speak
About the smell
But in doing so our breaths
Stink up the air
And our legs are getting stiff
Sitting cross legged and festering thoughts
Bubbling images we wanted
To forget
God, this is a witch’s pot
But she forgets to stir it on hot days
And we decay
Faster than you do, I swear
The curses don’t become me
I know, the curses
Must be me and them.

Dearly, Departed,
Pray, and still listening
I’m sorry about the foulness of everything.

#whatever   #why   #thoughts   #this   #is   #gross   #so   #pray   #departed  
 
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