Alison Latres
Alison Latres
7 days ago

What's that sound, that lovely ring?
It calls my name and I slip away.
Don't miss my name, or anything..
It is just not my day.

Another slip from this world,
A dimensional gap in my mind.
I'm pulled away, and storms curl
On the outer and inside.

You call my name, I do not hear
I'm gone now, too late
Just like that, I disappear
And fully dissipate.

#life   #death   #people   #emotions   #gone   #things   #fade   #release  

Her honey'd hole a wet, wet dream,
her liquid gold a silky stream where
sliding thrusts were mounted, hot,
and arching bodies dared not stop;
where moments flowed into the next
and both were drowned in comfort sex
and eyes were riding each one's soul:
his quest for freedom her only goal

And rather than come up for air
this fiery passion sank them there,
(as both an anchor, 'twined like rope,
and locked in pelvic gyroscope)
her swollen thighs around his waist,
her nails embedded, tongues embraced
and fishing for that final taste
with every touch, in every place

Fused as one with melting cores,
(her curling toes demanding more)
his urgent need to plunge her rightly
sealed them closed with hearts bound tight, and
all around them
walls of water washed their sins
in quickening waves that locked them in
with swats and spanks
and gentle yanks and saucy stares
while skin to skin and hand to soaking hair

Like rolling tide to rocky shore,
(her legs thrown wide, his pelvis sore)
the crash and grind of karmic ties
were deep explored and fast revived
- with whispered greed they came alive -
awash with dirty un-restraint and
thrived, un-reined, with fate to blame,
their pulsing needs through every vein,
infused as one and charged by same:
her wild release on which he came
an ocean, calling out her name

© Tamara Natividad
Written 10 January, 2017
#love   #freedom   #desire   #need   #passion   #lust   #fate   #greed   #orgasm   #release  
Dec 29, 2016

Today was a hard day
I could not live with the choices I've made
Felt my Spirit screaming "I want to break away", wanting to emerge
But I built such thick skin even I can't disperse
Often I catch myself gazing into the Sky
Contemplating starry nights
"Wish I could be among the stars", I say
Wanting to feel surrounded and warm in space
But with my two feet on the ground, my mind again gets pulled away
And for that wish to come true
The only solution I come to
Is pray

#stars   #night   #spirit   #pray   #release   #gaze  

a poetic reckoning,
my muse beckons me

12-22-16 (C)

My haiku rhymes, but it's true in form of the 17 syllables in three lines: 5,7,5.

Thanks for reading! K:)
Lady of Ravenhill
Lady of Ravenhill
Dec 16, 2016

Frozen waves cradle lonely stones
With nothing to do
but grow velvet green moss
And contemplate an old man’s dreams
Raked into the silent sands at dawn

@LadyofRavenhill 12/16/2016
Tony Luna
Tony Luna
Dec 13, 2016

I can see the weight of the world on your shoulders;
And your eye lids crashing down like boulders.
I know it seems like you're never at rest,
But here we are trying our best.

To lift you up,
Through all the hiccups and the gossip.
In this tremendous sphere.
Where many people fear,

What tomorrow will bring
Just know there's nothing,
That your doing wrong
Approaching everyday headstrong.

Drop your anchors,
And pull out your feathers.
It's time for you to take flight,
And let us handle the fight.
We have each others back
No need to worry about your pack.

I wrote due to the fact that my mum stresses too much. Her friends invited her to San Francisco, but she was worried, she thought something bad would happen if she went. My brothers and I finally convinced her to go; while the whole time she constantly checked in on us. It's been a while since her last trip, so I paid to go to Oregon next month.
#fear   #rhyme   #stress   #family   #blah   #release   #tire   #headstrong   #wolfpack  

Buried deep in the depths lies an awakened desire
Unbeknownst to the world; Passion aflame to aspire;
Clawing to the surface to display true ire

With resounding voice:

Buried deep in the depths lies a restrained desire
Driven to the brink; Swiftly thrust to the spire;
Disheartened by disgrace, Prepared for ceasefire

With failing voice:
Make a choice

Released for all to see
Or shackled without a key
Regardless of the choice
A desire is voiced

I imagine you sitting and playing the harp,
late in the evening, with your eyes closed.
The music just pouring out of you, in pure emotion,
until you quit with a gentle smile,
as if the weight of the world has been lifted.
And you retire for a peaceful sleep
on your bed made of angel feather pillows and poems.

@ LadyofRavenhill 12/8/16
Inspired by a musical friend who, in turn, inspires me.

He calls himself a runaway,
A bandit, a thief, a liar,
But I have seen a sacred place
Trapped inside of him,
And he is just as human
As he claims not to be.

He wanders the backroads at twilight,
Whistling, wondering, waiting,
Watching for a double rainbow;
He’s seen six, and is living for the seventh,
“Another sin,” he’ll say,
And maybe he’ll never find it,
Or perhaps he’ll be released, somehow.

Poem based on the prompt: Write a poem using the words and phrases "runaway," "double rainbow," "another sin," "somehow released," and "runaway."
#sin   #running   #runaway   #rainbow   #release   #another   #released   #double  
Dec 6, 2016

The cold greets once more
in the sullen black of winter's morn.
The chill raps on bone,
consuming from within.
Eyes desiccated and screaming,
itching for release.
This impetuous wind pierces flesh,
rending body from soul.
As the frigid grasp of death
sweetly caresses my hands,
I breathe.
All my sorrows torn away;
Only I remain.

#peace   #death   #winter   #sorrow   #breathe   #cold   #chill   #realization   #calm   #release  
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