In a sea of hell-fire and friction.
Kasey Shores
Kasey Shores
Apr 22, 2014

It's hard to be a hopeless romantic
In a sea of hell-fire and friction.
Maybe I'm in the wrong place.

Friction burns
Mar 8, 2012

Friction burns

caused by thoughts of you

and tight jeans.

From the Friction
Jun 12, 2014

I am far
Far is a Good Place
From the Friction
of words
of views
of opinions
of faith
of our hearts
of our souls

The only friction I need
Marian Dominique

The only friction I need
Are your lips battling against mine,
Your hands on my thighs,
Your fingers on my core,
You inside me

10 Jul 2015
#love   #passion   #kisses   #lust   #sex   #passionate  
when our friction creates a fire between us
Arlo Disarray

gravity is only a theory,
and my feet won't touch the ground
the apples may fall,
but i'll keep reading my book underneath the tree, anyway
my bones have only shaken due to cold temperatures in your eyes
and the frostbite stings a bit more than i'd expected
but it's worth the chill to melt again later
when our friction creates a fire between us
starting fires was always a hobby of mine
and although my grass is no longer green
i sort of enjoy this better, anyway

don't take things so literally. this is poetry
#love   #hate   #pain  
And on trajectories like these only friction is holy
Tyler King
Tyler King
Dec 23, 2014

Dragged out screaming, senseless from the hallows of martyrdom
My father's mother's wayward brother
Baptized in propaganda and searing lead
Kamikaze death machine to paranoia fever dream
A noble experiment in utter catastrophe
Half measure, interstellar tourniquet
Stem the free flow of blood like inconvenient statistical evidence
Dripping down born-again virgin America's chin
Vector-like, everything explodes outwards
And on trajectories like these only friction is holy
Murphy's law in ecstatic altercation
A furious life lived under an anachronistic magnifying glass
Truly the only thing worth decaying for

Dec 31, 2010

How cruel is the thunder that woke me from my dreamless sleep.
I've longed for that luxury so many nights more.
I think we've finally arrived at fighting now,
A sort of anger we've not yet experienced before.

Stupid? Yes.
Stubborn? True.
You can fight me on it all night long, dear,
Because I love to fight the way we do.

Friction sends us the fire
David Moule
Sep 19, 2010

How deeply the lie was conceived
in a gospel of faith and ignorance
How easily the people were deceived
to separate through intolerance

Truth is powering the commotion
A hunger reminds the desire
Reaction is empowering the emotion
Friction sends us the fire
Who will burn their skin
Lying on life’s beach
Who will turn within
and practice what they preach
Who will feed the flames
Who decides the names
They have a book…
the ghost-writer’s lied
Concealed in symbols
Hidden in signs
Revealed in geometry
and between the lines
In passages
are messages
In shape
In colour
In sound
“Man, Gnow Thyself”
so ‘Self’ is found

Who can see
beyond the distractions
What will be
the cost of our inactions
Annihilation of the Way
Co-creation every day

© Verso-(David Moule) 16/01/08

ife doesn’t exist. There’s so much less friction that way.
rachel g
rachel g
Nov 27, 2012

          It’s funny to think about how messed up a family can be. Everything’s just a big facade--we all pull ourselves together to cover up the cracks. But if you really look, you can see how stretched thin we are. No one wants to reveal the shadows, the burns. But there’s so much anger. We are so taut, ripping at the seams as we yank ourselves into place, as we force back the emotions that beat at the bars.

         There are reasons why we have our distractions. There are reasons why we sleep, why we eat, why we read, why we watch endless hours of shitty sitcoms. We don’t want reality. We don’t want the pain of confrontation, whether it be with ourselves or with another person. We live in a fuzzy world of bliss, with the third-party privilege of being at a distance. It’s nice to imagine, for a little while, that your life doesn’t exist. There’s so much less friction that way.

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