Flowerinthefield - Hello Poetry

I feel you so close to me, penetrating into my five senses, into my visual field, contrasting my point of view and making me think that I'm hallucinating, seeing your contour everywhere I go. I feel you in the vibes of my ears leaving fingerprints in my tambourines, printing your voice into my neurons, like little whispers which I hear them so clearly like a thought in the wind that dance trough the conifer trees of this wisdom forests. I feel you under my skin stealing my touch and tackling my entire spine with your velvet hips, taking roots across all the surface of my epidermis and drawing, with the ink of your skinny fingers, dreams and desires, as if my skin was a prehistoric cave. I feel you in my flavor mixing with my saliva, making me addicted to the orchard essence that you have in your lips, like an elixir ready to envelop me in his spell, clutching my tongue with your venom. I feel you even into my two atriums, into my two ventricles, pumping my feelings like sediments through rivers on fire coming from tall mountains and storing them into my heart who's prefaced into a crumpled paper I feel you... I feel you so close to me maybe inside of me. but, when it comes the time expressing yourself, I find it too hard to unleash you into the outer world, love. #love #feeling #fivesenses

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Flowerinthefield

Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC

ioanalexandrumorar

A feeling hard to feel...

I feel you so close to me, penetrating into my five senses, into my visual field, contrasting my point of view and making me think that I'm hallucinating, seeing your contour everywhere I go. I feel you in the vibes of my ears leaving fingerprints in my tambourines, printing your voice into my neurons, like little whispers which I hear them so clearly like a thought in the wind that dance trough the conifer trees of this wisdom forests. I feel you under my skin stealing my touch and tackling my entire spine with your velvet hips, taking roots across all the surface of my epidermis and drawing, with the ink of your skinny fingers, dreams and desires, as if my skin was a prehistoric cave. I feel you in my flavor mixing with my saliva, making me addicted to the orchard essence that you have in your lips, like an elixir ready to envelop me in his spell, clutching my tongue with your venom. I feel you even into my two atriums, into my two ventricles, pumping my feelings like sediments through rivers on fire coming from tall mountains and storing them into my heart who's prefaced into a crumpled paper I feel you... I feel you so close to me maybe inside of me. but, when it comes the time expressing yourself, I find it too hard to unleash you into the outer world, love. #love #feeling #fivesenses

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From the moment we became a union My mind, my heart, and my body All thought of you. You were constantly running through me. Every hour, minute to every millisecond was just You. Only to find out, You have given me the worst gift of all. Now, I am suffering from the disease of heartbreak. How treacherous and blind A first love is. Painful yet sweet. Bitter but happy. May I find peace between these dualities.

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC

Flowerinthefield

Traitor

From the moment we became a union My mind, my heart, and my body All thought of you. You were constantly running through me. Every hour, minute to every millisecond was just You. Only to find out, You have given me the worst gift of all. Now, I am suffering from the disease of heartbreak. How treacherous and blind A first love is. Painful yet sweet. Bitter but happy. May I find peace between these dualities.

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The spirit in me Is ruthless and hates to slumber Tireless it wanders Creating pictures and ideas That may manifest In the best ways possible But then it stops to take a breath And that’s when the doubt comes in She twirls around the spirit Whispering sweet nothings Seducing Spirit to give up. That nothing it does is worth it That nothing it does will ever be good enough For anyone Not even for myself But the spirit is strong Just like my ancestors. My ancestors where strong and fierce warriors. Some who never gave up until they took their last breath. So as much as doubt hits me and seduces me, I Cannot Fall.

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC

Flowerinthefield

Spirit Dance

The spirit in me Is ruthless and hates to slumber Tireless it wanders Creating pictures and ideas That may manifest In the best ways possible But then it stops to take a breath And that’s when the doubt comes in She twirls around the spirit Whispering sweet nothings Seducing Spirit to give up. That nothing it does is worth it That nothing it does will ever be good enough For anyone Not even for myself But the spirit is strong Just like my ancestors. My ancestors where strong and fierce warriors. Some who never gave up until they took their last breath. So as much as doubt hits me and seduces me, I Cannot Fall.

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