Nick Hall
Oct 31, 2012

Your poetry sucks

Intriguing the conscience, burning the desires of
Aashi
Oct 2, 2013      Oct 4, 2013

The wondrous mystery clings to the wall,
Vines curling in the dimensions of darkness and dawn,
Reasons behind songs of love,
Words from the letters veiled,
The unknown story, the hidden truth,
Intriguing the conscience, burning the desires of heart.
Calling me to dance to the rhythms of silence,
To repeat the ballads not heard,
To follow the sound of green and brown,
Into the dark valley of musings.
Intriguing the conscience, flaming the desires of heart

Brendan Thomas
Brendan Thomas
Mar 22      Mar 23

Alas I've found another Muse
She knows not yet
But still it's true

For from inside
Inspiration again flows
Until that time
Like the rest she shall go

Intriguing the conscience, burning the desires ins
Aashi
Oct 2, 2013

Intriguing the conscience, burning the desires inside the heart.

the reason behind the lie and the sorrow behind the words,

the warmth behind the blush and the summoning call„

the curls in the vines and the dark shadows,

the secrets and the treasure,

hell and fire,

or heaven and love,

the magic and the lullabies of night,

The righteous and the right.

Caught in the prongs of Thy,

Intrigued by the essence,

caring not to hide.

Kayla Ashleigh Gibbs
Kayla Ashleigh Gibbs
Apr 7, 2013      Apr 9, 2013

Inside my body feels like chaos.
There seems to be no sense to what is happening.
I am aware on a conscious level that something is going on inside my mind and soul,
but I cannot access it.
It's as if the things that torment me are lurking in the dark,
purposefully causing me pain,
luring me into the darkness,
tempting me with the idea that discovery is possible,
all the while knowing that they will not reveal themselves to me.
Rather they slowly seduce me into their realm of darkness
and begin to trick my mind that the darkness is the only truth that exists.

Darkness is a strange thing really.
On the surface it doesn’t seem very appealing.
It is something that holds fear and danger
and torments many people when presented in an external explicit way.
When presented in an internal way,
this fear and danger does not,
however,
seem to send off the same kind of alarm bells that one would normally hear.
It would, in fact, appear as if the mind is somewhat
intrigued
by the shadows within itself
that drift around like smoke in a breeze.
It is as if this intrigue
is enough to safeguard against the potentially sinister depths of a tormented soul.

I am not immune from this
as I too find myself perpetually drawn into the dark crevices of my mind.
I can only hope
that my fragile heart
remembers that it was not always shattered by darkness
– but rather
that it is held together by the Light that exists at the core of my divinely given being.

The sly smoke lingering upon the room
The door open, enclosing the broom
Calmly I sat,  on my wooden  chair
Reading the newspaper, under the sun's glare

Yet the phone soundly rang
A catchy tune it's speakers sang
In my mind, who could it be?
In the end of the line, a stranger greets me.

And such reveals the mists of mystery
He demands me to stay awake
This uncalled feeling of stressful misery
Is far worst than I could take

Written related to a story a friend of mine wrote, about a man who's called by a stranger. Quite devious.
#sleep   #mystery   #lack   #intriguing  
1796
7 days ago

A double take
A man in peripheral
Similar to you, yet not
I chuckled
You were interesting
I sometimes think
We would have
enjoyed many conversations
Quite naturally
If you had asked my name
I would have said
"Let's meet on the path"
With specifics included
Fate I always say
Has its reasons
Perhaps the most honest being
I wasn't ready

Intriguing       illusions
Clindballe
Clindballe
4 days ago

Artificial      abracadabra
Gibberish        grammar
Intriguing       illusions
Confused        crowds

For Joe Cole
Written: August 27. -2014
ause absolutely everything about you is intriguing, from what you look like in the morning
Taylor
Taylor
Jun 18

i want to get to know you.
i remember thinking that when i first met you.
i wanted to get to know everything about you.

what you look like in the morning, what you look like at night, what your hair is like if you jokingly put it up in a towel, what your family is like, what words you use a lot.
what your favorite scent of febreeze is, what color you describe the sky as, what you think of when you see something beautiful.
what your favorite creamer is to put into your coffee or if you even like coffee, what you look like at 2am when you're feeling alone.
how you speak when you are angry in comparison to when you are sad (so i will never get the two mixed up), what you want as a tattoo, what you believe in.

i wanted to know everything that i could fall in love with.
and i learned that there is no one else i would rather know, than you.
because absolutely everything about you is intriguing, from what you look like in the morning to what you dare to believe in.

#love   #you   #know   #beliefs   #intriguing  
You are the most intriguing person I've never met
Meka Boyle
Meka Boyle
Mar 29, 2011

You are the most intriguing person I've never met
With a face like yours I don't think I could forget
You linger in my dreams, drawing me in
It's as if it's real, I can almost touch your skin
I still have yet to meet you outside of my head
Yet when I do, nothing will need to be said
For the power your words contain
Would not be able to refrain
From unleashing the feelings which run through our veins
We're bound to destroy eachother
When our paths do collide
But only in that moment will I ever feel alive
For your very existence awakens my soul
Your the missing piece which will make me whole
The faintest image of you engulfs my sight
I get through my days by thinking of the night
Where you visit my dreams if only a moment
My heart is yours yet you don't realize you own it

 
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