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Emily Von Shultz Nov 2010
I've got my eyes slighty squinted,
as we spin round on a carnival ride.
I can almost smell the ocean from here,
as it washes in with the tide.

I can feel the dangling of my untied shoelaces,
and I can see people's faces
blurring with the bright colours of their clothes.
I am wearing my light grey dress,
and we are both laughing,
our hair is tangling together in a ginger and blonde mess.

I catch a glare of sunlight in my eyes,
so I close them and watch purple and green patterns dance
against the darkness of my eyelids,
I open them to realize that
no longer are we kids.

We are in the back seat of your car,
it's 2 AM and it's raining outside,
no longer are we on the carnival ride.
You try to tickle me in a flirtatious way,
and when I say I have to leave,
you beg me to stay.
I say goodnight,
and hug you tight.

Then,
Slowly,
I bring my face closer to yours,
and kiss you gently.

You kiss me back.
Once,
Twice,
and again.
Our lips begin to dance together,
Waltzing to the rhythm of the rain.

The scent of your skin fills my lungs,
and it adds a sensual feeling
to the embracement of our tongues.

Your hand slips beneath my shirt
as I pull yours off,
it feels like my heart is free of all its hurt.
Wandering hands in the darkness of night,
my eyes are fixated on you,
admiring your body in flickering streetlight.

Your breathing becomes shallow,
and I feel like you want me,
only me.
But I know now that it's just...
Lust.
How can I reach the unreachable..
teach the unteachable who's  comprehension is unbelieveable
But the fact  is unbelief is more than lack of knowledge..
Cause the truth is even Satan knows who God is..
Is it blindness...
truth on deaf ears..
the embracing of silence..
should there be surpises ..
when behind your eyelids enter a random act of violence..
A vision of darkness ..there's no light that why the pupils dilate the use of the iris..
But when use to darkness and the lights hits one close their eyelids..
I.e. Christ the truth the way the light..
Being unsaved is like living in the womb..
Darkness equivalent to that of a tomb..
Flashes of light is like labor contractions..
The unknown conviction hinting..
Considered a distraction..
Pushed out now watch the eyes reaction..
To the light cause from darkness there's a detachment..
If given a chance a adjustment happens..
An embracement of the light..
A rebirth Christ in action.
How can i reach the unreachable..teach the unteachable ..
With a script the director unknown Its more than the shout of action..
Living life like a movie unaware that the villains not acting..
Now could u imagine..
A movie set full of madness..
All the cast dead like really dead from a stabbing..
No equalizer the villain the only one left standing..
You may say excuse me..
Life is not a movie.
Truly
But a witness not performing there duty..is bystander..
No innocence exist...
No bliss in ignorance...
.Cause we all birth into sin.
So many questions with wrong answers given like the truth don't exist....
How can I reach the unreachable
teach the unteachable
who I tell to this body of Christ they should enlist
But  when a pass is given and the shot is missed..
It negates the assist..
A reason for the lost of the game..
The thought of a lost soul has me ******..
I'm the point guard I help the scorer sustain..
Chris Paul with rock which is the gospel..
Passing the truth like Paul the apostle ..
Too many people out for a win like Christ didn't settle the score...
Adam severed the relationship but Christ rebuilt the rapport...
I am trying to reach and teach but there's no trust any more...
Pointing u in the direction of accepting the Lord..,
Embrace the word of God that double edge sword..
Them cuts is conviction..
The sword swinging is What it means to be a witness..
Led by the spirit A Christian
Yes we are made in Gods image..
Trying to reach every soul because the wins and losses count..
Life is not a scrimmage..
How can one soul have a  blemish..
Only dirt that can touch the soul is the ***** hands of sinning..
How can I reach the unreachable teach the unteachable..Who mistakes knowledge for ignorance...
And reject truth because arrogance..
Andrew Schwab Feb 2013
I'm searching for love in all the places on this earth,
but is true love even out to find me, or did it die at birth?
Cause love is just another term that gets loosely tossed around.
Sometimes I wonder if it be better, simply, buried in the ground.

I just want that love to come to me,
then maybe my heart would be at ease, oh please.

Cause I can't figure out what all it takes,
with all this hurt I just can’t seem to shake, or fake.

I don't really have too much left to feel,
cause these scars are indeed a much done deal,
I'm screaming at walls that just won't hear,
I'm taking time to fly, got lots to do before I die.

Making a new, its simply due,
learning from all these things you put me through
I'm seeing the light, it's bound with insight.
It's gonna be okay, it’s just another day.

And then maybe one day I can see,
what it’s like to be so sincerely free,
cause this hole I fell in is much too deep,
I'm gonna be okay, at least I really hope I may.
How can I reach the unreachable..
teach the unteachable who's  comprehension is unbelievable
But the fact  is unbelief is more than lack of knowledge..
Cause the truth is even Satan knows who God is..
Is it blindness...
truth on deaf ears..
the embracing of silence..
should there be surprises ..
when behind your eyelids enter a random act of violence..
A vision of darkness ..there's no light that why the pupils dilate the use of the iris..
But when use to darkness and the lights hits one close their eyelids..
I.e. Christ the truth the way the light..
Being unsaved is like living in the womb..
Darkness equivalent to that of a tomb..
Flashes of light is like labor contractions..
The unknown conviction hinting..
Considered a distraction..
Pushed out now watch the eyes reaction..
To the light cause from darkness there's a detachment..
If given a chance a adjustment happens..
An embracement of the light..
A rebirth Christ in action.
How can i reach the unreachable..teach the unteachable ..
With a script the director unknown Its more than the shout of action..
Living life like a movie unaware that the villains not acting..
Now could u imagine..
A movie set full of madness..
All the cast dead like really dead from a stabbing..
No equalizer the villain the only one left standing..
You may say excuse me..
Life is not a movie.
Truly
But a witness not performing there duty..is bystander..
No innocence exist...
No bliss in ignorance...
.Cause we all birth into sin.
So many questions with wrong answers given like the truth don't exist....
How can I reach the unreachable
teach the unteachable
who I tell to this body of Christ they should enlist
But  when a pass is given and the shot is missed..
It negates the assist..
A reason for the lost of the game..
The thought of a lost soul has me ******..
I'm the point guard I help the scorer sustain..
Chris Paul with rock which is the gospel..
Passing the truth like Paul the apostle ..
Too many people out for a win like Christ didn't settle the score...
Adam severed the relationship but Christ rebuilt the rapport...
I am trying to reach and teach but there's no trust any more...
Pointing u in the direction of excepting the Lord..,
Embrace the word of God that double edge sword..
Them cuts is conviction..
The sword swinging is What it means to be a witness..
Led by the spirit A Christian
Yes we are made in Gods image..
Trying to reach every soul because the wins and losses count..
Life is not a scrimmage..
How can one soul have a  blemish..
Only dirt that can touch the soul is the ***** hands of sinning..
How can I reach the unreachable teach the unteachable..Who mistakes knowledge for ignorance...
And reject truth because arrogance..
You know what a ferret is
What a parrot is
Animals are the next up for engagements
After the Supreme court embrace same *** marriage's
Lost Adults raising lost babies empty minds in  carriages
I listen to the Holy Spirit I'm not a heretic
But are we aware of what a heretic is
Its like a Dare teacher addicted to ******
How are you using, what you're teaching people  to be against
How can I teach a nation afraid get off the fence
Hey Christians stop with the lukewarmness,
To take flight is not when we fly out of Gods mouth as spit
How can I reach the unreachable..
Teach the unteachable
Who are led by drug abusers and systematic fads
One day you on ecstasy ..
the next day your a family man..
A tiny king  a little K a foolish dad
It seems  that this generation is curse
Its witchcraft in children's movies Brave
Deep conviction I say what I have to say
The truth hurts can't force me to behave
Gun in my face my skull may but my soul will not cave.
How can I reach the unreachable..
Teach the unteachable
Not by my power but by Gods might and grace
Daily I reach for Gods face...
That is not important
No, no stop

We had a date!
Date!

You have a problem!
A problem!

How will you meet!
Joke!

By internet
How do you say I love
You?

By heart
Image

How do you say
You will marry
Her

By sending a bride image
And she

What?
How do she accept?

By showing the finger
Where a ring is put
And if the refuse

Is her answer
By moving her hand

In no way

If she wants to say bye
By typing a word
the virus set its soldiers. the most of people get and set home. now the time is worst
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Talking to you
when I felt weird,
makes me feel insane and crazy.

Talking to you
when I am sad
makes me feel I am sensitive and emotional.

You made me feel all this in the worst of ways,
because I met someone who,
when I was crazy, was crazy with me.
When I was sad, they understood me.

In their acceptance I found who I was
and embraced myself for who I am.
Riz Mack Jun 2023
Celestial ocean

Arms outstretched

We sail beneath the light



Calamitous wave

Rising in the dark

To subjugate the night



Watch the stars fall

A drop of wishful

Our faithful will provide



Warm premonitions

In pale embracement

As fostered fates collide
Joshua X Noheart Oct 2012
My fiery passion burns for the birds of the sky.
The embracement of men,
and the sensation to fly.

Together we were such happy delights,
the amalgamation of our vows never took flight.
Our servitude for our impending plight,
and thus we were left here at the shore to die.

My thoughts were for you alone, my dear.
But as time traded us off,
we could have never see things clear.

Peradventure, the moon's gaze stares coldly upon me?
Certainly it's frozen tongue has melted you away with his
natural art of feng shui?

A mindless sensation indulged with pride and hatred.
I will strike down the moon and take back what's mine,
and as I did so, it was you who told me the mountain to climb.

And I did.
For you.

There was where I met my end,
a demon manifesting causing myself to bend.
A demolition of sorts mistreated by all of it's cohorts.
I prayed to the gods to see for my redemption,
but all I saw was his deception.

Granted was to me the power of the fire that rests in many.
Pride, justice, and the right of good will be their works,
fear is uncanny.

My light will forever scorch those in darkness.
Yet in this prison I will forever be,
never touch her skin for all eternity.
coffeemantra Jan 2014
I don’t know what to tell you

I don’t know what you want me to say

Every weekend it’s the same

Same question

Same silence

Same feelings

Same darkness

Every time it’s an elongated silence from that question

The one I can’t answer

You stand next to me, looking down from our height different holding your Heineken as you slur your words to me

Do you love me?

There it is again.

That question.

How do you tell someone you love you don’t love them the same way they love you?

Our drunken nights and endless fights are like a boomerang thrown at the end of the night
Delaying its return every time

I’m sure I don’t want you

Is all I have to say, but I’ve kissed you and held you and dribbled with your heart

I am the ***** that has used you for the lack of embracement she is most needed of

I chose the wrong person

The wrong lover

The wrong time

You’re drunk with all these lies I tell you

Enamored by the ones you barely remember

From the memories of when I used to make you coffee
“You make the best brew” he says

But what he doesn’t know is that even my demons make good coffee

Even the heartless monster inside me has sweet kisses to give out

Even the ***** that I am can make you think she loves you back.

I’m sorry, I just never told you that.
Chloe London Mar 2013
I knew this day would come, the day when you question how I actually feel about you, and I've had this poem prepared for a long time, due to all of our little bumps in the road. I think it's time they let us sit back, relax and enjoy the ride! I think that together we are such a good, strong couple. My feelings towards you are really starting to become prominent and they're getting stronger everyday. Everything we have been through that has either hurt us or ripped us apart has finally came to an end and now we can relax and I can build used stronger incase there is going to be any more of them. Whenever i'm with you I get a really weird knotting feeling in my stomach and it makes me want to literally dive on you:') whenever we kiss everything that's bad in my life literally disappears and the feelings I get from your embracement overpower me and fill me up with emotion. Whenever you wrap your arms around me I clasp onto you and hold on really tight, because I can't bare to lose you and I close my eyes really tightly and think of all the things I can help you/us avoid so that won't happen. Now this may get a little deep...

See, through everything that has happened I have realised that you do actually care but you don't want to show it, you're afraid that if you show it you are admitting that you're scared too and you have to be the one that seems strong for me do that I don't hit rock bottom. I've realised that I've definitely fallen for you, And it's the most scariest thing in the world, because I'm afraid of the things I would do for you. I'm very daring and if I'm passionate about something or someone I will do absolutely anything...
I would literally risk my life for you, I would do anything to make you happy, I would rather me have your pain and I would rather suffer than watch you suffer. I would take away all of the pain you will ever feel and bring it all to me, just so you have live happily. If we ever broke up I would still feel really passionately for you, and I will stay protect you and love you until the very end. I love you, and I actually mean that. I actually love you. You're my hero :) <3
Vesna Rau Aug 2016
Rushing through galaxies
Waving the long fire tail behind
Illuminating the track through the stars with its celestial light
Sowing the seeds of life on every planet it sails by

Where does it come from?
Who sends it on its journey?
Who lit this mystic fire?
Where is it steering to?

Standing there
Watching the night sky
Wondering about the life outside

The comets are floating out there
some visible, some not

Their majestic bodies of ice and stone
Took a peak on every planet they passed by
What stories they could tell?
The stories I want to hear

Their arcane appearance, their bare existence
We have no explanation for
Bringing life and death on their way trough

The ones who comes back and fly away
We admire and find beautiful
These ones are bringing life

The ones who comes back and stay
Are glowing for the last time
In one regal fire together with the host
In one last tight embracement  
Extinguishing the life they brought there
Sometime long - long ago…
Isabella H Dec 2011
It can only be from within your reach

The hazy gap between her
And the uncanny disclaimer that drawls her in deep, so fast.

The mesmerizing portrait
That catches her attention like the speed of light.

Something to look so false and amusing
To jump out, like a freshly painted picture.

Clinging onto the, questioning binderies.

A polished shine of
A bud in full bloom.

Ready to be picked by a lonesome thick pinch
Just like her to be carried by a breath taking sensation

Into a lonesome vase, as her home.

Even though her voice cannot be heard
It’s what’s being said in a sound that matters the most.

Closing her hands and opening she sees there is nothing but a feeling of relief.

An encounter of embracement that illuminates the clear sighs of happiness.

Like a classic fairy tale that ends in a delighted foretelling beginning and ending.

The pleasing scents of musky sweet delicate healed memory.

Only now will she see her foretelling her own fairy tale.

To be written and painted onto a bare faced skin canvas.

Time approaching closer and closer

The yearning Calculation

Of Sensibilities.
And it's right now, that I would grab your body in astonishment of its existence. Screaming for me to touch it. Love it. Kiss me. Hard. And you would. And we would, play. Laugh. Feel. Grow. Become, one flowing unit of constant embracement. Everything is perfect here and I never want to leave this place. Can we not grow up here? Grow old? Grow fine and grow molds, of the rest of our life? From this.
This is the perfect state of existence...
In your arms.
I ******* miss that.

But its not even you anymore. Whatever part of us that had this is slowly fading, and it's tearing apart my deepest scars. For now, what are they for?
My resentment to love has a firey core.

*And its ashes are on your lips.
Live in my heart
And possess my soul,
Adding chapters to lover's tales never told.
Many could preach about
How tight they hold,
But this I see till the time we're old.

Live in my heart
Where true love lies,
Where embracement and kisses
At once hypnotize.
My thoughts your thoughts
At one in twine,
Lips to lips
But both hard to find.

Live in my heart
And you'll see my love,
True love...a sweet love,
Is what I have for you
And only you my love.
Thank you reading, please take the time to read my other scribles
Jacobe Loman Nov 2016
Twiddling thumbs in a cold dark room.
Windily breeze whispers across the skin.
Stuck in this chair not knowing where to begin.

Glaring around at shadowing silhouettes.
Lifeless they lay still and at peace.
Jealously pleasing each eye.

All alone in this box.
Somehow feeling mocked.
Losing connection to the everyday normality.
Thoughts become deluded and afraid.

Thumbs picking up pace.
Sun greets with a harmonious beckon.
Light seeps through the cracks.
Thoughts travel through the mind.

Wishing never to awake.
Cherish existing without really knowing why.
Dreaming the best sovereign.
Allowing this embracement of warmth.
Cusping the morning internally.
Em Mar 2015
The rain pours
as is norm
A knock on the door
my heart soars
Who would it be
but that certain he
Opening the door
he smiles down at me

Embracement
Strong but tender hands
pressed around my back
Stubble brushed
into my hair

Brought into light
A jawline
"I've missed you
my beaut"
Planted hands
Bowed heads
A kiss lands
M Jan 2017
The sound of the rain hitting the ground
So delicately serene it is
My body is overcome with sensation of tranquility
So quiet that I can feel myself breathe
The breath expelling me is not just a physical awareness
But an embracement of my own vitality
The rain reminds me of meaning
Something that is easy to forget

-m
I'd like to find a purpose in the pull of the night
I know it's there, I know I love it.
can't wrap my mind around it
Something
to do
with
you

I hate to see things go by me
as I count puddles in the street
I laugh
for seconds that seem so brief
then the rest of my day goes by

Yeah, it's so sudden
any change that we love
any embracement of the drug; we so casually ignore
any side affected fun that didn't last for days to come.

So we sit still, and cry out "numb"
while pain preaches to my broken thumbs.
Vesna Rau Jul 2016
You came on one unimportant day
As a stranger, quiet and serious

And you stayed

Every day I learned more about you
And you learned more about me

We touched
And we kissed

Your embracement is like the softest blanket
Your kiss like a firework

You smell like a honeycomb
Ready to be skid

Making love to you is like sitting on a volcano
Erupting thousands of rainbows

Loving you brings sense in my life
Longing to get old with you

Looking at your smiling blue eyes
Is like a rhapsody of joy

You are my missing half
Making me whole again

I love you my husband,
My man,
My heart,
My soul
Für dich mein Schatz - ich liebe dich
Nash Wolfe Dec 2014
The image of you stuns me, freezes my breath

The taste of your lips draws me deeper

As I lay and feel your heart beat steadily through your chest


Your eyes are memorizing

They change as your affection lingers for depth

Pointing towards my direction, I wait paitently until my desire is fulfill

For I crave your sensation

Come a little closer so I can convey in your ear all my secrets

I'll lead you down a mystical speedway

A place to escape when you've reached your darkest hour

An embracement of happiness to cap a hold of

My finger tips push back your hair

A sense of calmness runs down your face

Cold chills spread down your spine

Your muscles start to contract

A gentle kiss to the neck

The night carries on

I long for your body, your taste

You move me, where I am hypotize

I gasp for a breath of air every time Im in your presents

My body contracts with every movement you make

Swiftly adjusting, as you take me away

Your fingertips which softly passes the base of my body

Draws deep sensation

I crave more affection from a man who steadily stole my heart

Time ticks, yet with him everything seems endless

I'm in a state of mind, where I discover a new life

My desire is hotter than fire burning to ashes

Stronger than any substances of addiction

My body shuts down in despair

Lost a sense of direction which once led me some where

Taunting me as if my arrival was near

I'm not quite ready to surrender my will

I contain some strength left within my soul still

This war craves for a revolution

A obstipate solution

Which is hidden within the wounded soliders that lie on the battlefield

Anert and numb

No sensation to wither to or from

A silent prayer whispers in the wind and blows calmly through each tree

Revealing the truth behind every lie

Still struggling to find, another one's mind

The last shot released

The last soldier that falls

A picture touches the ground of his love that he will never get another chance to be around

For he sacrificed his life, not only for his country but a wife he devoted his life to

He dies and deceases away

Years pass his love carries on

A flash back hits her thoughts of her husband holding her in his arms

She loses control of the steering wheel

Another car collides

She gracefully shuts her eyes

The image that is expose is her husband taking her hand to Heaven

A once upon of time
IV.
Density. Quick... Not fast enough.
Speechlessness. Was it refreshing?
Please enlighten. Unfold the guarded.
Embracement of it all...
Journeys ahead.
That twelve year old boy giggles.
Tell me.
Dialed in for a connection. Here.
Let me compliment.
Build.
Trust.
Desire.
No offense intended.
Upcoming...
Grateful; yet uncertain.
What will be heard?
Sabila Siddiqui Nov 2018
Happpiness what do you taste like?
Are you the sweet taste of cloudy cotton candy on my tongue
Or the warm coffee I drink in the morning?

Happiness what color are you?
Are you the yellow color of sunshine beaming in the morning
Or the calming ocean blue?

Happiness what do you sound like?
Are you the soothing voice that says I love you
Or the laughter that vibrates my ear drum?

Happiness what do you feel like?
Are you embracement in her hug
Or the feel of the way that this pen feels as I let it craft and stroke my emotions into lines?

Happiness are you the vibrant energy of her presence?

Because my senses are numb to you
and all I sense is the abyss,
while warm tears trail down my cheeks
and I feel nothing.
David Barr May 2015
The action of a stiff-upper-lipped sophistication hinges upon a fornicators conception where the intensity of lyrical articulation blinds her unwitting recipient with a spellbinding embracement of non-reality.
It is an aristocratic relinquishment where two barrels emit their projections with wilful intent as they posture themselves side-by-side amidst this gothic oasis of shimmering puddles which reflect light against the darkness of our ontological ambivalence.
It goes without saying: duplication is grievous to the creativity of a searching soul.
As death has been birthed into our lives, it is important to pay homage to our predecessors who began the end with conception.
Andrew Jan 2017
The ringing hasn't stopped
Even though it's all silent now

Eyes are weary from the lights.
Back is aching from every embracement.  

The only person I looked forward to seeing
Didn't show up tonight.

Slightly numb. I wonder
If you even remember my name. My face...

I wish I could lock lips with you.
I wish I could simply love you.

Screen is cracked.
Just happened the other day.

But my heart has been like this
For some years now.

Someone else asked for my number tonight.
Despite her apparent beauty I told her not to bother.

"I am just an empty vessel.."
They seemed appalled. But I just shrugged.

I've been told before
How big of a heart I have

But as I've done before
I just shrug off all the worthless comments.

No need to flatter me
With empty words.

I'll never see you again.
And I'm OK with it.
Sabila Siddiqui Feb 2018
“I can’t  b  r  e  a  t  h  e.  You’re trying to sheathe me from the world. But I just want  to scream and flee. I want to leave, I want to escape. I don’t want to be bounded, I don’t want to be caged. But your muscles are possessive, hands like shackles and ribs encasing and engaging. Your scent clings to my finger and your embracement breaks my bones. Your words make decisions for me, exerting boundaries onto me. You’re stifling my breath and suffocating me. You want my blood to move at your accord. But I am drowning, choking and gasping. You’re pushing me away by entitling me. Your possessiveness knows no limits as you become invasive. You say it’s just because you love me, that you would go beyond any limit; but it’s obsessive. I feel like I am on a leash. I am no longer my own person, but a puppet to my master. A land to your dominian.”
NoctOwl Feb 2018
I still remember
The days of loneliness
You found me and promised
That you will never leave me nor forsake me

I remember
The days of embracement
You let me be part of a community
And even become one of the leaders of it

I remember
The days of exploration
You sent me to different nations
For me to grow and experience You more

I remember
The days of rejoicing
You helped me to become a civil engineer
Despite my shortcomings

I remember
The days of failures
You did not grow tired of me
Even though everyone left me

I remember
The days of faithlessness
You still remain faithful
Because you cannot disown Yourself

I remember
The days of mourning
You were there to listen
To my never-ending self-pity

And now,
The days of deliverance
I remember You
The One who saves
Travis Green Oct 2021
I ached for his embracement
To have his hands pressed
Firmly on my bodacious *******
Caress my appealingly feminine *******
Bite into them, devour my flowery paradise
Allow your masculinity
To run wild like a hungry and untamed tiger
Lee Kelly Jul 2019
No two people are the same
Not doppelgänger, not twins
Each person is different
Science proves this
Religion denies it
Love what makes you different
Embrace how you are unique.

Eyes, hair, voice, mind
They are but a few
Try to copy someone
And show a fake you
Is to deny yourself
The chance to say
This is me.

Why do we discourage people from being different
To those who are abused for being different, remember
You can choose your friends and
You can choose your family
If they won’t accept you
Others will have you.
george Dec 2016
Oh how sweet November is feeding on my Christmas soul

The bells, the lights, and the smiles all ready to be consumed

The gardens of flowers and the rampant streets passing by in the cold nights of November- how alcohol affects the minds we speak

I found myself in front of the distant stars in a thursday night of reckless daydreaming on how joyful the celebration is

the youth embracement, society faded, and the fuccbois are screaming "long live the alcohol!" and the celebration bleeds out on its own so-

I went outside and saw the girl who might have fixed my world- "How small and joyful world our lives is" I say- and she left with disgust

Oh how sweet November is feeding on my Christmas soul
The Dedpoet Apr 2016
I would let go all enduring sorrows
     Lifted like a curse,
A difficult time, so many times.

   In the Autumnal of my life
I would become like certain birds
And stay home for Winter's stretch,
      Where I was forsaken before
Like a lonely solstice,
You bring with you new seasons.

    And as I am now
Like a tired horizon over an
Un- majestic setting over a people
Long on their own lives,
      Over the repugnant solitude
Of a lone island,
You bloom as it's first carnation.

  As I am just a man now,
I grasp at new beginnings with a
Consolation of a certain rebirth,
      If your arrival means I must
Leave my world behind and live
Somewhere, somewhere new,
        I long for this,
Already lonesome is a type of death,
       As I am now, revived as a kiss
Of fresh air received me,
      All my being aches for you;

And taken as I am,
I shall not be as I was,
      For in the Autumn of my life
I find a blossoming Summer in your
Embracement,
    Firmly I feel the veins filled
With your presences,
    Lost in the labyrinth of your
Anxious romance,
    I live the sweetest clarity....

And you take me as I am,
      I will never be the same.
Luna Casablanca Feb 2016
I run on the other side of the street.
I cover my chest with my one bare hand and
the other holding a purse.
It is snatchable,
and so am I.
They tell  me
“It’s because you’re a girl.”

And when I arrive,
all eyes are on me.
They say to just
stay in the corner and
leave the boys alone.
“Why?” I ask.
They look at each other and
take a breath.
They reply,
“You don’t want to get hurt. Let them have
space.”
“What is the reason?” I demand.
“It’s because you’re a girl.”

As the party goes on,
hard drinks are the source of
emotion and heart-attack fear.
I am asked to dance.
I can barely smell him I only see
a prince in him.
The dance we do
is ****** and I am
exposed by my
*******.
As I push him and the music stops,
I wrap my scarf around
and though embarrassed and
flawed,
“It’s because, you’re a girl.”
Is what the host says.

Shame on me for going alone.
Shame on the boy for his boarish
behavior and grabbing my
*******.
He only makes his own kind look
bad.
Shame on the adults for not teaching
self control instead
shaming us girls for our
****** embracement!

I am not candy and
never was.
You do not have power
and never will.
At one point you did,
but those days are gone.
Will there ever be a day a woman
can survive going to a party alone?

Forget genitalia,
remember the respect we
are taught so young.
Though when we are young,
there is segregation.
I remember being eight,
I needed friends and I needed
a buddy.

I saw a boy who looked like he
wouldn’t hurt me.
I did nothing and he said
he hated me.
I asked “why” with tears in my eyes.
Confidently he replied,
“It’s because you’re a girl.”
And I spent the next half hour
in the time out chair.
This is what happens when we humans
confuse attitude for
sexism
I take no blame.
And don’t you either.
Most sexism is on girls. I as a feminist promote ending it.
lina S Aug 2014
let myself fall into whatever prevails
cause I can only see the head can't see the tail

and I can't really read a book by it's cover when feelings blur the cover
and feelings still hover
over me as I go through each page  

Blind sightedly hurting
And all this love just goes to waste

This fragile embracement
is breakin'
I question was it ever mine for the takin'  
feelings hover over me and I'm shakin'
I kinda always knew I was mistaken

But I left it to fate 'nd
all this love goes to waste'nd
all this love just turned to hatin'
Nash Wolfe Dec 2014
Dear Jeffrey Kyle Wolfe,


When a heart grows fund of another, when they depart the distance between them seems to go on forever. Just like a child, who yearns for its mother; always seeking guidance and warm arms for security, the simple love that lingers unconditionally. Embracement and hope is what I've searched for, for so long. You caught my eye from the start, somehow knowing that deep within you bestow all that I desired. Our first kiss withheld a spark.  Love is now just an arm reach away, a soft touch to the skin, close to the heart. Love is now that compassionate kiss, hard to resist, an affectionate companionship. In barrel time changes, yet we stop at nothing. We still search together to find that rhythm that beats to the drum. That sensation that drives us crazy; it even makes our body feel so numb, when both of our hearts beat as one. The feeling we receive when we connect lips; the mystery we find behind every kiss. The touch of my soft skin as we cover every base, not wanting to miss the simplistic basics. You don’t have to search much further because I am in your sight babe. I promise not to hurt you; you have my trust I won’t deceive. Break your fall then just leave. When I speak the words forever, I mean eternity. You are my perfect harmony. Will you lose control with me and play all night? Making our greatest fantasies come alive. We create erosion as we mark our territory; explosion of deep compassion, as we send out different vibes. I gaze in your eyes. They change icy blue on colder days, and then back to a bluish grey. I wrap my hand around your neck and I pull you closer to my chest. Your eyes start to role in the back of your head. Just forget about everything that was once said. Allow your mind to draw blank. No more thinking, only discovering. Let’s stop all clocks and time. I long for every touch, every moment spent in your arms. I want to freeze every sound that surrounds. Accept your heart that steadily lies against mine. The drum finally beats as one. You are everything that I want to embrace, cling to for eternity because you are my perfect harmony.

    The love I have for you is indescribable, at times hard to grasp a hold of. The force pulls me in captivating my heart and soul. My world spins, rotating as we play and switch our different roles. My breath is oblivious; as you whisper in my ear “I will never let you go.” Then we lie in a pile of roses and watch the petals fly high as we land. I fall in your arms, my security and my everything.  My heart starts to pound even harder, with each glide of your hand up and down my side. Unbreakable companionship as we ponder through each wall. Circulation of our blood flow finally correlates as one. The blood rushes in the same direction, even when the moon is not full. You fit the missing piece. You are the other side that makes me whole. This emotion lingers with sensation, a high quality of depth. It is intriguing with each step. My love for you is unconditional. Every promise I will keep and more memories I will fulfill. A vow I will retain. “I will love you till death do us part, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse.”  I will give you my heart, my soul my love and through each storm we will stand, united as one. I could not ask for better, for you give me much more than anyone ever could. And when the distance separates us that is when I feel your love even more.



I love you Jeff, forever and for always.



Love always,

Nash Wolfe
Andrew Guzaldo c Jul 2018
“My love is of a birth as rare as we were born,
And as of yet has not reached its greatest height,
I have begun this love due to the desperation afore,
Desperate origin has brought me to sacredness,

But our so affaire-de-coeur was truly infinite,
Fresh air of the flowered pedals spilt redolence      
Where our outspread souls affix jointly,
There awaits our indomitable fate meets resolute,

As we hugged as horded lovers betwixt,  
Feared an eye of enviousness tyranny upon,
Two splendid lovers notably closing tightly,
As our bodies meet my sudation trickles like mist,

Her loving eyes caressing lusts fondled gaze,
Exposed pent into lovers sphere of embracement,
Moving into every cusp greeting where we never met,
Therefore the love which executed had us bound,

Now our cosmos travail with a new paroxysm,
Fissure of our affaire-de-coeur”
  
   By A. Guzaldo 07/10/2018 ©
By A. Guzaldo 07/10/2018 ©    Poem #101
CJ Sutherland Oct 2023
An Idea

The embracement
of an Idea

One person
is of NO significance,

But the more who can see
what is, and what will be

becomes
Awareness

Now your awake
Which leads to

Empowerment  

The building blocks
To Create

A Movement

Shared with other
like minded people

A Community

Develops
To inspire change

What if
They are listening?
Are you listening?
There are governments that believe you should not be thinking for yourself. Ideas can be deadly therefore, no more free beach or free thought.
10-28-23
winter sakuras Dec 2017
What do I call that feeling of being trapped,
from all directions, no matter where I turn
the walls are heavily falling in, and the gates leading
somewhere else are closed on me.
I think at some point, I was on a fragile threshold
containing fresh rebel colors
swirled in humbled and sincere (maybe somewhat dumb,
but original) good causes,
I think I felt an embracement of
others and their incredible flawed love,
I saw a pair of eyes that tried to drink in
the colors of deep sunsets illuminating skies
with a fervent longing for the stars representing
a different Galaxy, despite my poor vision
in the darkness
I've discovered there's a simplicity that's hard to explain
and shape into words or figures clear enough
for them to understand-- because it is,
the most simplest feelings that go by
misunderstood, forgotten, or unnoticed
When I first started to find myself
in the acknowledgment of my flaws and the reluctance
of my rational brain to think, while my mind
wanted to expand and reach out towards others,
I've now come down to the realization
of a lone girl's crushed dreams and longings
even before her life began.

And how,
can you tell me
is that possible
12/17/17
Miley Cyrus Dec 2014
Do you ever just feel so angry at the world
have you felt so alone
...that everyone was out to get you
that you had no place
and every ******* little thing erked you off
have you just walked down the street and have ab billion people stare at you like a monster like youv'e done them wrong...
and then you started to believe them..
began to transform yourself into miss confident but still comforming to look normal so people don't look at you like your "out of place"
it's like i have all this knowledge on confidence, on embracement, on individuality
and i don't know what the hell i'm missing
like i dont want to spend my life in the shadows of others
i want to be able to live
L I V E
like right know im breathing...
but im not alive
barely atleast
everyday i wake up
the first thing i think about is my ****** day that always awaits
my problems with anxiety
and i constantly tell myself all this crap on why i'm important and blah blah blah
the same exact crap every single ******* day
it's like i'm sick and tired of this crap
this life
i hate it right now
i hate being judged and hated for doing nothing to anyone but be nice
I'm sick and tired for being judged for who i am
i'm sick and tired of caring but i just can't
i can't
its easy to say it to yourself inside of your home
but once you step foot outside all bets are off...
but right now my only hope is faith
and i know that God will come through for me
but I can't take this crap any longer
and i'm looking for an overnight transformation
but God you have my word
I know that you love me, and you want me to learn from my experiences and mistakes to shape me to who i'm supposed to be...
and i'm holding your hand for comfort
i may not be the girl that i want to be today
but as long as i'm alive there's hope

— The End —