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Ellie Wolf Aug 2018
When its emerald eye glimmers in the shadow of the dusty shelf above
I pause,
I sense a presense.

It is not unlike me to attribute human characteristics to inanimate objects.
Give them names and nicknames and quirky character traits based on how their forms bend.

In the flickering lights of a broke wicken sanctuary though, I do not do it out of habit.

I feel it and stare it back down and see my own reflection in the cracked gems that once were a soul.

A gaudy skull.

The kind you see in home video Indiana Jones tributes,
with hats stolen from someone’s parents,
and jackets stolen from someone else’s elder siblings,
and ketchup for blood.

The kind your quirky local manic pixie dream girl uses to hold incense.

The kind I’m about to waste my money on because I’m an adult now and I can use my millennial minimum wage however I want.

I do not become aware of the possessed nature of my new buddy until I take it back home and hear it snicker in the middle of the night.

I know it is the skull, for my roommate is not one to snicker.

(He chuckles when he’s hiding an opinion and has a villainous laugh when it’s coming from a place of sincerity, but that’s beside the point)

I know it’s laughing at me.
I know this for a fact.

It takes me three more nights to call it out on it because I’ve never been confronted with the issue of standing up to a haunted antique I took home from a secondhand shop, possibly owned by satan’s offspring.
But I’m twenty-one years old and still experiencing some firsts, I suppose.

The gaudy skull is exceptionally snarky.
In a way none of my named plants ever were.
Not even Gerard.

He comes for me for the garbage on the floor and the dust on the windowsill on which he’s propped up, and then later for my poor taste in chore-doing music.

I never ask for its name because I know for a fact he’ll make a game out of it
and I am not in the mood for entertaining ghosts.

I come to realise it all on my own a couple of weeks later.
Once the snark starts to wear off,
and domesticity settles in,
and shared quiet becomes comforting,
despite the circumstances.

It is Judas.

I know this for a fact.

You do not understand the extent to which I am certain that it is Judas.
I have never been so aware of someone’s origins in my entire life.
I bought this creepy item and it is now in my room and I’m developing a weird attachment to it and maybe occasionally use it as a paper-weight and it is Judas.

I feel it in my heart and know it inside of my skull that might be standing on someone else’s touchscreen windowsill
two thousand years in the future,
jade stones for eyes even though I specifically requested amber,
but you get ****** over by bureaucracy even after death.

How do I know it is Judas?

Because I feel him stare at me like he wants to kiss me late at night and sense him plotting my betrayal early morning.

I know it is that, for a fact, because I’ve felt this exact sensation before.

My **** edgy room decor is Judas.

I try to get him to admit it himself by talking of past lovers and reading aloud the surprising number of Jesus metaphor poems I have in my room.
I hate Jesus metaphors, but I do it for that sweet sensation of seeing someone trying to dodge the inevitable once it’s coming at them like a mule through Rome piloted by the son of god.

I know he’ll cave eventually and tell me
and I know it’ll be the same caliber of glorious news as Jesus coming out of his own cave of burial,
resurrected and preaching winning.
I know I’ll win.

And I think to myself that maybe I am in the mood to entertain and just haven’t found the right outlet yet.
Maybe history’s most infamous apostle is It.
The original sinner and the original rebel.

(I’m aware it’s technically Cain, the jealousy-ridden son of Adam and Eve, but I only ever count the gays)

Judas and I have bonded.

And I can tell he’s on the verge of telling me his dark and twisted backstory. Again, I have felt this sensation before.

And when it happens, we can talk
about what it’s like being demonised by the one you love
and being the odd one out in your devotee friend group, even though you eat bread and drink wine and worship metaphor just like them.
And how patriarchal institutions distort history to pedal the same tired spiel of everything having a place and everything being there for a reason.

But we both know that isn’t true
because neither of us feel like part of god’s plan or created in anyone’s image.

And we can listen to sad music about wanting to kiss the wrong people together.

And that’s all I ever wanted from a friendship.
Aubrey lynn Mar 2013
Please let me preface
I dont like people
crouds make me cringe
and while i value my friends
i highly value my solitude
------------------------------------------
I cant picture a face
when i close my eyes
when my mind trys to grant
that one final human wish
before slumber encompases my body
and reality and dreams interlace
For i have no soul to match with mine
nor a soul to follow
in deepest secret with the fleeting hope
that maybe our souls shall intertwine
But i wish not for two to meld
for hearts to pledge an undying vow
for lust and ****** greed
for billowing convorsations

But silence

An individual respect for ourselves
two beings gracious for company
bodies laid side by side
your fingers tracing circles
on blank canvasses of skin
Where there is but an understanding
that breath so silent can be pleasently shared
and electic touch soulfull
igniting warmth surrounding my heart
of which embers burn soft and hot

Where aching muscles
tense from harsh realities
are smoothed away with solid hands
a mutual relationship where the
solidarity in thought is aknowlegded
yet the pleaure derived from presense
a caring being holding steadfast
unwilling to let me go
gentle and kind
Where the silence of
spiritual understanding guides
the instictual need for
companionship
Emily Jones Sep 2012
It is still warm, the place where you had laid,
Still filled with the lingering blush of life and gifted with your smell,
Something that is so completely yours that sometimes if I close my eyes I can pretend you had never left,
I can pretend that for another moment you were mine.
That I didnt have to return you to the world where others also loved you,
Where there are other pieces that fit your puzzle of life,
Different kinds of love, not subtracted from your character but rather a part of who you are,
Family.
Sometimes in these moments with your scent still in the air and the room full of your presense, I become selfish for your love alone,
Almost envious of those whom get to experience you an all your greatness,
All the myrid of things that make you the beautiful person that you are.
But then when all of the envy, and selfish thoughts have run their course like all thoughts do,
I remember all the things we do,
What brought your scent to linger in a cooling bed,
What allowed your presense to fill my space,
And I no longer feel the loss of you so strong,
Because not long before, you where in my arms,
As you sure are to be again when the chill of my loneliness begins again.
An older poem, from a younger me.
Kimmy-Nichole Feb 2012
I remember you,
I think of you.
You cared about  me and every thought I ever had,
You helped me make sense of what I was dealing with,
even though neither of us could at that time.
There wont ever be anyone like you in my life I rest assure
I stand tall and reminis on our time together
and feel the haunting of your presense everytime I write.
Falling to earth with such a crash,
antenna waves and legs do thrash
as panic fills this quiet place,
invading visitor is fast to race.

It chirps so loud, out into the night
perhaps to explain its weary plight.
In hope that someone may attend
and come to rescue a dear friend.

Alas the latter does not show
but I think that it doesn't know,
as off it stalks with knowledge none,
his fate is not an healthy one.

I sit in such a peaceful state.
Contented just to sit and wait
until this morsel feels secure.
As legs thrash through silky lure.

Until that time with such a gasp,
the critter steps into my grasp.
To struggle now is not of worth
as my fangs intrude throughout its girth.

With a body now so soft and limp,
interior now a lovely drink.
Its frenzied kicks to get away
for this cricket will never pay.

Venoms course, its presense felt,
a life that dwindles with the melt.
All that's left are bones to crunch
As this Tarantula enjoys her lunch
August 2012
C Alyn May 2014
Seconds become hours with her,
Moments treasured in the safety of memory,
Her presense seeds a sense of security,
And her very touch entwines a bond of emotion,

Like soft autumn, her hair falls like willow branches,
Which lay in the pending snowy blanket of her skin,
A lunar cycle may pass,
But a viewer would have only taken in a small amount of her beauty,

Unlike myself, who sees her for who she really is:
Past the eternal and ageless beauty,
Is a hollow cavern of emptiness,
Carved out by the chizzels of heart-breakers and love-leavers,

What she does not realise though,
Is that her brokeness can be mended,
And her hollow heart filled with nourishing love,
By my tender and patient presense,

For what is a plant without soil for stability?
Let her root her pain in my skin,
So she may blossom for the coming spring,
And walk with me into the following summer
Brittany Weber Aug 2013
SPACE has many different definitions
Tonight I ponder only a few.

In OUTER space, the sun keeps the Earth happy and alive because it allows Earth to orbit her most spectacular fire
In OUR space, you were my sun, moon, and stars, the brightest of lights that could warm up my chilliest hours
We thrive on space,
Not only the space we make with others,
but the space we dont even recognize holding us afloat in our daily lives

None of us all knowing how important it is for space to exist
How vital it is to our being.
and the sad part is, we take it for f-ing granted
Its never enough.
We **** on and pollute the space not only mother nature gave us,
But the people who turn our ordinary days into extraordinary ones

And then it sinks in
That space,
all of that ******* motherfing space
Is everywhere.

What does it take for one to come to this conclusion?
It takes finding something(or one) that makes our own personal universes' balanced.
Our own personal sunshine wakeup call
Our blanket of stars to tuck us in each night
For what seems like such a short, pathetic amount of time until
The Black Hole ***** us back up

We become milky way bodies
Constellations grasping, clawing for each other as we
Spin
Dance and
spin
Parts of us burn out
Glowing as big and miraculous as ever and then
BOOM
Nothing.
Firecracker, flash,

Fade.

Its empty, vast, and lonely now.
Corroded, spent, ashamed

A lost child without its favorite blanket
A forever sleep in your dark
Constantly running,
Running from the space
Thats too big to fill
because of a presense
Far exceeding the capacity

One wouldn't willingly admit

Half a year of blinding heat
Memories etched eternally in my mind
Every day a struggle
To make the space between us
Bigger and bigger
Until you do not exist here anymore.
Sandman Aug 2018
When we were young and beautiful,
We would so gallantly bathe in glorious sunlight.
So that when dawn would break, the black ravans would flutter and float into the dying of the dark like swollen embers from a marmalade campfire.
I can not recall such bliss and happiness.
Seconds go by.
Happiness.
Minutes taken away.
A gratitude for life.
Hours gone by.
Its time to go in.
Days go by.
The moment of bliss slips through our fingers like dusty sand.
Weeks whizzing by.
Taxman coming down on us.
Years torn up like wasted paper.
You are dangling by your neck.
Decades crumbling down like collapsing buildings.
I my elderly self rests in my shallow presense enjoying the antique memories of what a happy life looks like.
Poem about a guy who recalls when he was young the small but yet blissful moments he had that were slowly etched away by not taking control of life.
Jimmy Desire Jul 2011
lost in my train of thought
music is guidin me
no signs of slowin down
snap me back to reality
cuz baby i'm cruzing
where i'll end only i will kno
unless we stay connected
follow me
intertwined with my mind, telepathy
see what i see
life movin fast
billboards displayin moments in the past
bluring out negativity
regret's a strong *******
its been holding on too long to me
a tear streaks down her face and it tears down another side of me
a shadow encases her whole and suddenly i can no longer see
i can her whisper the words
"please just stay away from me"
until she fades
moving on...
a young man approaches me
I shake his hand
finally ready to face the world he decides to turn his back on me
stunned i look on
until i realize he's no longer within my reach
another door closes...
another one opens and i'm blessed with a childs laughter
the silhouette struggles to stand trying to find balance
if only he could comprehend the lessons being taught to him
he falls and regardless he tries again to accomplish what he sees others have acheieved
determination...
I turn to find a wall
texture is rough but presense is familiar
strong and unbreakable
and yet i chip away at its will as the years fade
cold, no longer as strong as before
easily breakable
no longer can you defend us
stand behind me
let's see what i'm made of,
please let me try
I can't stand to see you fall and i know i never say it but
Mama you mean too much to me...
Found but still lost
a mirror in front of me
confused to discover
exactly whats become of me.
Dorothy A Oct 2010
They ran so far, ran so much that the soles of her feet were stained with blood. His hand never lost its grip while hers was bathed in oil, her cheeks blushing with shock and excitement. To think they had pulled it off! She never felt so crazy in her whole, bland, little life!

The couple ran across streets. They ran across fields. The night smelled like a child's perfume. The flowers mixed their aroma with the grass to tempt any lover to imagine what their worth was. Only a sliver moon revealed itself, so they were blind to nearly everything, just as they were so blindly in love. It was an eerie night, but a captivating one.

They whisked past trees as if the tree boughs and twigs would swoop down  like a skeleton's arms and fingers, trapping them into a thorny grip. They dodged cars like they were alien outlaws from another realm. They ran like there was no tomorrow, and the whole world would explode in a moment.

She did not care what anyone would have thought of her. To have hung herself would have made more sense to her parents than to be so impulsive and take off with this man, this stranger. They would have insisted she was out of my mind--and she was--but she never felt so sure sure of herself.

She never knew who she was, but maybe she was about to know and it would be wonderful. The cares of her world seemed to melt, at least they did in the cool of the night as she gathered the courage to run free.

All was going well, as the wind kissed her cheeks and her mind felt eased of her burdens. Yet, for one brief moment, the desire to rip her hand away from his overtook her, a failed moment of self-doubt.

It did not seem like it was really her pulling her hand away. As she yanked free from his firm grip, she froze in her tracks, panting from sheer exhaustion. All the courage had sudenly drained out of her just as mysteriously as it had consumed her.

In the failing moonlight, the shadows played upon his face in ghoulish distortion. The chiseled, calm features seemed to transform. Suddenly, fear rose up in her and she wanted to deny what seemed so obviously grotesque. She rubbed her eyes. Were they playing tricks on her? She gasped.

Inbetween the shadows, his face looked demonic, like death. What was happening? For a second or two, she could not distinguish a man from a monster, who it was she was really following after.  It had to be an illusion!

His lips were formed out of putty and burnt rubber, seriously twisted out of shape. His teeth appeared busted and broken into jagged pieces of rotten glass. His eyes seemed to glow and slowly narrowed at her in frustration, his skin rough and embedded into hardened cheekbones.   She continued to rub her eyes and blinked hard a few times to erase that ugly, horrific  image.

A swirl of clouds veiled the moon, but they soon moved on to give her eyes some clarity again. Her perplexed lover was staring at her, his face fair again, well-proportioned and handsome.  So why couldn't she budge? She convinced herself that her eyes must have been playing tricks on her. She knew he was waiting for her to make a move, but she couldn't find the strength to respond to his wishes .

"Come on", he called out to her. Once again, he reached out his hand to beckon her to place her hand in his.

She now was not so sure of what she was doing. She stood there, dumbfounded, and so ashamed of herself. The leaves rustled in the wind as if they had lost their patience with her, too. Just a few moments ago, she had such courage. Now all the excitement and madness had abandoned her all at once, and she felt so small and powerless to the night, as if it was engulfing her in its darkness.

"Come on!", he repeated. The tone in his voice was angry now, and it sounded unnatural, gutteral. She dared not to look at him for fear the scary image of him would return. The minutes felt like they were ticking away in sludge, and the desire to run was creeping back into her, but not to run with him.

Soon, her lungs were stinging from the chill air of the night. "No", she feebly replied, "I can't do it".  Those few words took the last bit of energy she had.

He started trying to convince her to go on, but quickly the firm calmness in his voice had disappeared as his voice grew threatening. Before long it reached a crescendo of profanity and perversity, again sounding unnatural and more otherworldly than ever.

She began to cry in her helplessness. He mocked her. He shamed her. His words were punitive and cruel. She was nothing.  She was better off dead. She disgusted him and her presense degraded him. There was nothing good about her, nothing at all.  She was ugly, ignorant and usless. Fearful that he may hit her, she took it all in,  frozen with fear. But he did not touch her, yet it would have probably have hurt much less if he had. She shut her eyes to try to erase his image, and she covered her ears to drown out his cruel words and his harsh voice.

It may have been just a few minutes of him taunting her, but it seemed like eternity. She let him rage on instead of fighting back to defend herself. Fighting back seemed so futile, as she felt so cowardly and small next to him.  She could not find her voice even if she wanted to, but soon he had slipped off into the shadows, his footsteps sounding away from her upon the pavement on dirt road they had been running down together.

She was trembling now, more from cold than from fright. She now believed the threat was over. That was it. It was finished. As surely as it started, it was over. He was gone.

No, she was not going to run away that night. No prince or knight in shining armor was not going to rescue her to whisk her away to safety.  Nor was anyone going to take her away to a happier place that she often dreamed about.

So she slowly turned around to head back to her old existence. The hurt she felt was now turning into numbness, but that was nothing new in her life. She was used to it. She knew I did not have the life she had wanted, but she began to realize that it could have been much worse. Maybe she was nothing, like he had told her, but she was walking away and she was free. Yes, she was free from that nightmare that could have been the end of her.

She did not feel alive anymore, not like she did earlier, but she was able to put one foot in front the other take herself away from what had now become "nowhere".  She was confused at first to which way was which, but she  eventually found her way back to her familiar surroundings and headed home.
done in the 1990s but improved upon in 2010
being poetic sometimes just comes to you naturally. the words flow through you onto the paper in a beautiful rythmic way and they paint an emotional landscape of thoughts and feelings but then someone sees it finds all the flaws all the things that made you feel it was yours that made you feel unique ruined. you feel exposed, hurt, scared. you hide from yourself you won't let your muse out for fear of having your art distroyed altered and corrupted. so you change you pick up a brush you dip it in the paint and you let the flow begin again. your strokes are thrown at the canvas where you feel the anger, your strokes become detailed and gentle when you feel happiness or calm emotions. but then someone sees it they see only the flaws they tear it apart and you along with it. where the lines are jagged from your anger and disappointment they only see uneveness and imperfection. where the shading is uneven from the sadness and the pain they only see imperfection they can't see what precious beauty lay deep inside the painting and the use there words to hurt you to make you feel like you were wrong like your not doing good enough. so you swear never to touch a brush again you will never let yourself flow with emotions like that ever again you tell yourself. but then you change you learn to play the piano you learn to make your fingers glide across the keys in the same was a figure skater glides across the ice. and with each key stroke you heart beats a note that flows out through the piano like blood through your vains. it feels natual it feels good it makes you feel alive you let go. everything comes out everything you feel and think flows through your fingers the notes of your heart beat expressed through the notes of the piano. the feel of the ivory on your finger tips becomes unnoticable you beome one with the flow of the music your heart beats in time with the rhythm of you soul of your music. and then someone hears it they come in and they take a seat and for a while they listen then they stand up and without a word they leave the room and you continue to play you let your flow continue you pay no mind to the person who just left the room. they return they have brought people with them and they sit quitely and say nothing. you stop playing you stand nod to each aknowlegeing their presense and then leave because the music wasn't for them it wasn't for them to judge even though as you leave you hear the people talk about how amazing they felt you were you no longer care they approval or disapproval means nothing its no longer about your art being good or being acceptable its about being...
Lara M Oct 2013
I turned you bitter, you made vinegar flow in my veins
I burned when you touched me, you spit acid at me everytime we talk
I am a withering flower in a decaying atmosphere without you
You are blooming into your true form without me.

I gave you a scar across your cheek
on accident if i can recall
In your dark complexion it scarred
lighter than your skin tone
And i guarantee if you look right now it'll still be right where i left it.

Why don't i have any scars on my body from you?
why couldn't you leave something so permanent
On me like i did for you so many times
these words are permanent
Like your memory in my brain
where you tattooed it when i showed you my thoughts
I wish every time i said i loved you
it burned like alcohol in your cuts
I wish every time you read my name
it burned like beer down your throat.

You flow through my capillaries
and when i kiss him all i see is your face
All i taste is my regret
every time
And quite frankly my dear, it makes me sick
get out from under my skin
When all you want to do is be under another girl's
because quite frankly my dear, it makes you sick
I just want to paint an accurate picture of you
for everyone who reads this.

An emotionally inept soon-to-be adult
boy who makes a mockery of love
When he used to feel it all so well
a shell of someone who used to be so interesting
Now blends in with every other boy his age
am i describing you correctly?
Do you feel proud in how you pushed back your inner most feelings down into the smallest corner of your brain?

Because I admitted something to you that my pride only wanted to shove down into my stomach
Acids never to be seen again
manipulate me how you used to do so well
Into believing that i don't love you anymore
erase your every touch from my nerve endings
Until i can no longer feel what you did
when i can no longer feel your presense
you're the 10th letter from the alphabet that i can
No longer read without a sharp pain induced
i want you to read this and see how you influence me
God, i loved you, i love you you idiot
it's the way that you fake it i know it's too late for that
Your interest in me is so insincere.

Who's brave now?
David Bird Feb 2010
That chap we'd all forgotten
You know, with temper rotten
  Full of fire and flair
  Masses of curly hair
It's furious Ryan Sidebottom.

Graeme Smith is great
If you want someone to hate
  There was a nick
  the lying *****
His presense again does grate

That man has no **** SKILL
And him I'd like to ****
  His ears not SHARPER
  ****** Darly HARPER
I know I need a PILL
.............
I was unhappy with England and Daryl Harper was kind enough to give an extra target at which to vent my spleen. Also, I realised I had better "do" Sidebottom as he wasn't in my initial Upbeat XI.
Latina1813 Feb 2018
If all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with it
Because your look is just right
Im simply really feeling it
Your leather jacket and cocoa skin
Id wonder where you came from
Cant just be heaven
And i get corny with you
Cuz u make my brain weak
You make my senses storm
You take my heart to its peak
So if all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with it
Because your style is just right
I gotta say i really dig it
The long hair and built, chiseled face
Id wonder where you got that height
But its obvious, perfectly you were made
And i cant help but stare
When you come my way
I got to be just right
Hoping you dont miss a day
So if all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with that
Because your smile brings fire
Sends chemicals outta wack
Your smile melts my shelter
Walls it breaks and cracks
And if all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with it
Because your presense is enough
I gotta say i feel your aura
**** and reggae are in order
Id wonder where you got your cool
But its obvious im simply into you
So if all i get to do is stare
And play this little game
Im kinda ok with it
Tiberius Jul 2015
I found comfort in your presense
I found purpose in your eyes
I found a place to rest my head
until the sun would rise
I found a place I could call home
I found a place I'd never known
I found a place I now could hold
I found a burst, a flare,  nothing no words to compare
I found my happiness in your expressions
your small quirks the left me breathless
I found you but at the wrong time
Narayan Dec 2014
Somewhere between my subconscious and hypnotized reality
I sleepwalk down the memory lanes
Amidst the darkness of a lost cause
I move in circles searching for something I can't remember
Is it the perfection personified or just my memories of you
A soul so pure and a heart so warm
A beauty so rare and eyes so expressive
A touch so caressing and voice so soothing
A fragrance so sedating and a presense so completing
And in the shimmering lights of your glow
I move my tremoring hands just for a touch
For a belief I would trade my chance to be with thousand angels
That you are real
But it was just a shadow I was touching
You vanish like the ripples in the mirage of uncertainty
And I keep following you in circles till eternity
razrainbow Nov 2015
as i walked under the pouring rain,
your face, your eyes, your memories, everything about you,
started to appear in my head, everywhere.

i started to miss you again,
i thought it was all gone for good.
its been 11 months now, since you've been gone.
and your presence still lingers.

i hope it goes away, i really do.
David Nelson Jul 2010
Gosh

this is one of her favorite words
and everytime I hear her say this
the sweet sounds of soft song birds
comes into my scattered mind

just a simple girl  hard working
never asks for much, maybe a kiss
behind a curtain I stand lurking
her scent mesmerizing I find

sweet cherry blossoms, in full bloom
that is the taste of her lips too
petals strewn about the room
her face is in my mind, in everything I do

the more I know about her mind
the more I want to learn, it's true
tried stepping off to the side, away
and sadness colors my world blue

I cannot stand to be out of touch
absense makes my heart grow fonder
I need her presense, sometimes too much
daydream of her, my thoughts, they wander

since this angel landed in my world
time has come to a sudden stop
but if you would meet this beautiful girl
I guarantee your jaw would drop

so gosh be ****, and gosh be ******
I love this girl more than a little
she makes me laugh, she makes me smile
for a kiss from her, gosh I'd walk a mile

Gomer LePoet...
Monicah Kiptoo Feb 2013
I'm still here,loving you from afar
hoping and wishing you knew.
Im stil here,even after cut me so    deep and tore me down
I'm still here,struggling not to call you in the night,when the pain becomes too much.
And in the morning when I wake up from the dreams where you and i were okay.
I'm still here,my heart aching
Is this what they call profound love?
An intense longing for you,
for your presense
for your touch
for your kiss?
Then,
I'm still here,loving you from afar
still hoping&wishing;.
Erin Lewis Nov 2012
Lonely isle in a deep blue sea
Like the lonely child
Deep inside of me

Searing stars in the midnight sky
Like the searing scars, white,
Where the blood has dried

Lingering presense in the darkened night
Like the linging essence
Of the forboding fright

Sinister whispers burn in the cold crisp air
Like the sinister embers
In my empty stare

Haunting screams in the abysmal deep
Like the haunting dreams
That terrorize my sleep
Nova Jan 2016
You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky
No seeds
Stems bend not break
Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate
Roll
Burn
Puff
Laugh
THC makes me lazy
Left sober with nothing to eat

Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten
A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed
Lips sticky
A flying saucer lands on carpet
Ants investigate because I am lazy
Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken
Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs
So often I catch an elevator

Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator
Food for thought is french rolled not eaten
Worries drowned out from laughter
Now no situation seems too sticky
Ambition for new ideas can't be broken
At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness

Nothing good ever comes to the lazy
Full potential could never elevate
Bad habits leave you broke
If you don't work you don't eat
Situations become sticky
When it's  back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter

Only to keep from crying do I laugh
No longer high I mope around lazily
Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky
No alternatives for an out of order elevator
Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat
I am broke

But my spirits never broken
Sadly I watch other people laugh
Watch other people eat
Who's is really to blame for being lazy?
Stairwells are alternatives for elevators
There's nothing like being high on life
Less sticky
MARK RIORDAN Sep 2018
BURT REYNOLDS SENSE OF HUMOUR
WAS DEFINITELY ONE OF A KIND
HE HAD A QUICK WIT
AND AN OUTSTANDING INTELLIGENT MIND



HE HAD A HEART OF GOLD
HIS MOVIES WERE REALLY JUST GREAT
THE BEST MOVIE  OF ALL
WAS THE CANNON BALL RUN
IN THIS THERE IS NO DEBATE



HE WILL REMAIN A SCREEN LEGEND
AND A GREAT ACTOR OF HIS TIME
WHAT AN INCREDIBLE SCREEN PRESENSE
HIS LEGACY WILL ALWAYS SHINE

REST IN PEACE BURT REYNOLDS
ONE OF THE GREATS HAS PASSED AWAY TIME GETS AWAY FROM US AND WE FORGET JUST HOW OLD THESE LEGENDS ARE GETTING KIRK DOUGLAS IS STILL WITH US AT 102 WOW
Caty Oct 2010
It seems that none are left today with hearts



If souls have mass

We are but figurines



Ornaments, in such a carlin wasteland

Undying with an image

Of molded plastic



If such a tear was shed for due the crime

The terror would but cease to run his plea



For souls no more can touch the scorching earth

'fore melting into dolls

So ever hollow



Songs we ring and dance to

Unknown why

In dark a shadow of the endward sigh



They give us such a thrill

Such inward drive



We cease to think of pain an near-by cry

Whilst in one blink of Lonely's morbid eye



I wonder why acceptance is yet made

As through dark streets,

"Help!" screamed

Is told to fade



I felt a presense

Alas, but have we all

The money and the cars

have fumbled in pursuing



But now,

I've found my rest

My dwelling place

How lovely such a word



Gather, hear, come 'ere

For near

Are echoes of such joy
catie blurr
Francie Lynch Jan 2016
So many cars lined up
Along my avenue,
Like ants carrying on
For a feast.
The queen is in state,
Her penant prounouces presense;
The flag promoting reign.
We peons, serfs and minions
Stare vaguely at the floor,
Afraid to look for more.
She rises, head above her throne,
Face on the coinage,
Proclaiming lineage
With treason and conspiracy.
Please don't glance my way.
I've given sacrifices
Of doves and relatives,
All tethered to the rituals.
There is pack position.
Vats of red wine and room for dissent.
We've drowned our children.
You can see the palor in their eyes.
DC raw love Dec 2014
May the good Lord be with down every road you roam.
Do onto others as you want them to do to you.

May sunshine and happiness surround you.
May you be courageous, dignified & true.
May your presense never grow old.

I am proud to have met you.
This is from me to you
DaRk IcE Jul 2015
Come into the light baby
                                  Radiate your inner beauty.
Flaunt your world in mine.
                                  Roam the unseen sea's among my presense.
                                  Lather me with sweet kisses upon my neck.
                                  Wrap your desire within my vision
                                   Allow me to see what you see
                                   Give me the pleasure to engulf my world into yours

                                    Except my love, allow our rivers to merge and *become one
Kimmy-Nichole Feb 2012
the
presense of a person
is it psychosis,
dealt by the doses?
trembling on the inside
all happy on the outside
a mask never to be revealed
except through a radio wave
funny how the real me
is coming to surface
Amelia Jo Anne May 2013
You were there, in the parking lot
There is something beautiful
In the moment
When you are screaming at me
Personal, personal words
Flung at me
In the presense of the public
They look at us
And see horribly unstable people
"This is not the place for fighting.
They should know better"
But they don't see you
Looking at me
⫬ saying
"I hate you",
but, rather,
"I have a problem with you.
I want to work this out,
But right now I'm really upset
&Hav;; to yell".
I'll never be a lover; I only bring the heat
Eddyn Jun 2018
i felt your presense again last night
i felt it in the dim light

our hands were carved for eachothers fit
like two stars colliding, meant to be

universes came to being with the touch of our lips
and the way you held my hips

your celestial smile and deep green eyes
hold a place in my heart
under this dim, lifeless light
hold me one last time, my love
my heart aches for you
Kelly Michelle Mar 2013
I live in the spaces between the calm..
I am wilderness, I am mess..
I am the fight to move on..

There are those who only see in life what is wrong..
I am resolve, I am steady..
I am forced will to be strong..

If you can't find your way, the path through seems lost..
I am sight, I am touch..
I am breath through the cost..

Walk with me and as we walk we pause..
I am a hand, I am a mind..
I am here just because..

There is nowhere else I would rather be.
I am presense, I am compassion..
I am The Love..

Than here with you, that we each may see..
We are the dark, We are the light..
We are Creation's Sparks of..
Sovit Pokhrel Apr 2018
Tired from a long dull day
I lay down and close my eyes!
Blurry images shutter behind my lenses.
My heart starts beating!!!
Take a long deep breath as i try to fall asleep
The images get brighter!!!!!!!!
STRONGER and LOUDER beats my heart
Legs go numb cant feel my arms
So light yet rooted so deep
The image gets clearer!
My heart slows down!
A feeling of nothingness yet i smile.
With a heavy heart i ask
Why did you do this to me ?
You came, filled me up with joy and hope
Left me punctured and Spilling
left and Right
as i change sides and force my self to sleep.
A deep breath and i start over
A picture so clear, so bright
A smile so contagious i couldnt resist
I smile again!
This time back to you sitting across the table.
So close i can feel your presense
yet so far i can feel your absense
Eyes so deep, smile so wide, soul so pure
I REACH OUT!!!!
Grab you around my arms
Eyes to eyes
Nose to nose 
Our heartbeats sync
Our breath collide
My heart starts pounding like never
You start vanishing into the abyss
I panic, i fumble, heavy breathed i wake up...
I SMILE
Oh what a beautiful nightmare! I say
As i go back to sleep
A heavy heart
A Big smile
Calm and composed
A deep breath
I really do miss her!!
I realised......
a love story that could have been something
Clary Morgan Jan 2016
Strangers parade all around in their undying masks of hidden souls carrying on with their secret souls, not seeing who any one can really be.
They move so shadowed their figures distort in bluring mimic of blind movements, so cloaked and over bearing the shadows presense, they blend to be one emassive culmenation of hidden secrets the world hides them before they themselves can.
The distortions, so blindly obscure by their unrational wits, writh as their unbearablely clandestine futures draw closer to an edged madness as their undying silence takes over.
Their black fates are met with a silent nothing which destroys all fact, all fiction, and all reality.
If anyone gets the title and why it makes sense I comend you
Dave Cortel Apr 30
when the sky turned black and we see red circles blazing from warlike planes,
when rivers streamed deep red and we see no children running,
when the air smelled like gunfires and we see nothing but the wilting of flowers,
when small boys turned daggers into toys and we hear nothing but the shaking of the grounds,

know that my presense is always in the scent of orchids that get lost through your nostrils,
know that we breathe in the same country and i would cross seas even when they became a pool of corpses,
know that i will be the same child who kissed you under the moonbeams
how my great grandfather bid good bye to his wife, my great grandmother
Mikaela Jade Oct 2020
And now,
I cry...

I cry,
not for all that teeters on the edge of my reality,
awaiting a sigh from the angels of the East...
But for the awakening,
the sweet rebirth,
they have already come to spark with it.

I cry,
saluting the darkness,
for its gift of preSense...
Oh, how I feel me in my dance!

I cry,
In gratitude for my sacred sisters,
gifting and guiding me,
with their instinctual song.

I cry,
because now I've had a taste,
of the release for which I have longed.

I cry,
for all of the moments that have lead me right Here,
in which I finally see...
My Self,
lifted through,
and embracing the mystery.

And oh, how I cry...
In honour and in awe,
in whole-hearted wishing and yearning for,
the blessing of divine and true reflection,
in the women before me,
the women along-side me,
and all the women to come...

I cry,
because I see you Mama...
And I am here with you.
I wrote this poem a while back when I was going through a very rough time ~ swimming through the eerily unknown, or more so the forgotten, spaces within my heart.
ella May 2018
taken in by your ways
my emotions as you fade
fade into a picture on the wall
an image in my head
as you become just a memory
i hate you
i hate the way you left
i hate the feeling of your presense stolen from my fingertips
i hate the absent place you left in my heart
the way you never found away to leave my mind
but i love you
i love the way you talked
i love the way you walked
the way you always kept me on the edge of my seat with the gracefulness of your words
but you're gone now
gone for good
and i didn't realize how much i needed you here until you weren't here anymore
until you weren't here for me to hold anymore
until you left me
with no explanations

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