kelly-liska - Hello Poetry

I'm out here- barely knowing why Thump, ooze, cringe, wince Oh, that's why I'm coming to with drained, unwilling eyes Stipped of all guards with inconsiderate abuse Tied down by angels of nostalgia Without given a second thought, I'm left alone with myself Left defenseless to the wrath of the dark nothing Each icy lash leaves five internally Out here- in the dead of winter, the scourging is barely felt The eternal brand is a thing of beauty How could something so perfect come to be with no effort, no thought? At least it will be over soon, right? This punishment has lasted long enough hasn't it? Why am I where in the first place? ---

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Oct 10, 2010

Oct 10, 2010 at 4:07 PM UTC

Frost's Bite

I'm out here- barely knowing why Thump, ooze, cringe, wince Oh, that's why I'm coming to with drained, unwilling eyes Stipped of all guards with inconsiderate abuse Tied down by angels of nostalgia Without given a second thought, I'm left alone with myself Left defenseless to the wrath of the dark nothing Each icy lash leaves five internally Out here- in the dead of winter, the scourging is barely felt The eternal brand is a thing of beauty How could something so perfect come to be with no effort, no thought? At least it will be over soon, right? This punishment has lasted long enough hasn't it? Why am I where in the first place? ---

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Down flat on the grass Sharp blades pressing our weight, but we are so here Eyes reaching up to the endlessness Tension flaring from self and meets inbetween Bouts of heat patching down the skin Surges travel from head to heart, from heart to shoulder to elbow to palm to finguretips The soft release of rising up and guiding down to the inbetween -contact- The longing is over in a whispered touch On real skin, fingures gliding up to wrist, down to elbow Lingering, then back past wrist Curious familiarity; past the lines of life, death, fate, and love Interlocked desperation reinforced by cadency

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Sep 29, 2010

Sep 29, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC

Held

Down flat on the grass Sharp blades pressing our weight, but we are so here Eyes reaching up to the endlessness Tension flaring from self and meets inbetween Bouts of heat patching down the skin Surges travel from head to heart, from heart to shoulder to elbow to palm to finguretips The soft release of rising up and guiding down to the inbetween -contact- The longing is over in a whispered touch On real skin, fingures gliding up to wrist, down to elbow Lingering, then back past wrist Curious familiarity; past the lines of life, death, fate, and love Interlocked desperation reinforced by cadency

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The silence sets in After a day of nerves and preparation After the trip filled with loud music and shaky voices The silence sets in After the sweat turns clothes damp After the dressed become harnesses of body and mind The desirous chills die down and strong ones come to play This is before the silence really sets in After the short seperation creating burning sparks in the night air This naughty lust breaks upon arrival, reunion is sweet never bitter Nausea unyielding, the silence has begun Voices rise and fall Raw conversation leaves an awkward aftertaste A solem realization that a good time is being had Over at the eleventh hour, progress slow but promising The point of contact is the center of the world, like a shared halo glowing insanely Nausea is, as it always had been, pride and confidence and splender Lasting until the silence, permeated with uncertainty and starving passion, sets in again

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Sep 28, 2010

Sep 28, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC

Once Again

The silence sets in After a day of nerves and preparation After the trip filled with loud music and shaky voices The silence sets in After the sweat turns clothes damp After the dressed become harnesses of body and mind The desirous chills die down and strong ones come to play This is before the silence really sets in After the short seperation creating burning sparks in the night air This naughty lust breaks upon arrival, reunion is sweet never bitter Nausea unyielding, the silence has begun Voices rise and fall Raw conversation leaves an awkward aftertaste A solem realization that a good time is being had Over at the eleventh hour, progress slow but promising The point of contact is the center of the world, like a shared halo glowing insanely Nausea is, as it always had been, pride and confidence and splender Lasting until the silence, permeated with uncertainty and starving passion, sets in again

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