noddycaik - Hello Poetry

As a pulsating prey I dance before the Man - The Lion Strapped down in shackles. Drooling behind the bars. I cut off his mane. His vulnerability flaunted to any bare eye who would care enough to stare. For I continue to dance Teasing my lion Making sure he knows that he is fed When I command it. My words crack as a whip against the lion's back. He knows that I love another. Yet he stays in his cage With the door wide Open.

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Nov 25, 2017

Nov 25, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC

noddycaik

Heartbroken Submission

As a pulsating prey I dance before the Man - The Lion Strapped down in shackles. Drooling behind the bars. I cut off his mane. His vulnerability flaunted to any bare eye who would care enough to stare. For I continue to dance Teasing my lion Making sure he knows that he is fed When I command it. My words crack as a whip against the lion's back. He knows that I love another. Yet he stays in his cage With the door wide Open.

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"I don't have feelings" He told me Rephrasing what the doctors named his demons. The shadows lurking behind every corner of our precious moments. Lashing their whips to control this lion of a man. "I'll be good" He tells me Bending down to his knee as a sacrifice a soldier makes to protect his Lady. I do not know of any woman less worthy than I

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC

noddycaik

Heal

"I don't have feelings" He told me Rephrasing what the doctors named his demons. The shadows lurking behind every corner of our precious moments. Lashing their whips to control this lion of a man. "I'll be good" He tells me Bending down to his knee as a sacrifice a soldier makes to protect his Lady. I do not know of any woman less worthy than I

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"Do you have everything?" I look down on your bags Packed for you 8 hour drive back home. "Yeah, all set." We both choke on tears. Doors closing, and footsteps in stairs. And as soon as I hear the gate closing The hollow emptiness in my chest Tells me you packed something that was not yours to take.

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC

noddycaik

K.O.

"Do you have everything?" I look down on your bags Packed for you 8 hour drive back home. "Yeah, all set." We both choke on tears. Doors closing, and footsteps in stairs. And as soon as I hear the gate closing The hollow emptiness in my chest Tells me you packed something that was not yours to take.

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A ghost from the past crossed my pathway today. In a city that belonged to neither of us. A familiar face in a crowd of no one. And eyes that still knew how to pierce underneath all superficial shields. ****** skin fueled by the seasons passed since our last encounter, beaming of a glow of genuine happiness. And in choked words, long embraces and small talk we discovered a love we both denied ourselves for years. It was a perfect moment. All the beauty in the world melted down to those few stolen seconds of wishing we would take the chance. And then it was over.

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Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC

noddycaik

The one that got away

A ghost from the past crossed my pathway today. In a city that belonged to neither of us. A familiar face in a crowd of no one. And eyes that still knew how to pierce underneath all superficial shields. ****** skin fueled by the seasons passed since our last encounter, beaming of a glow of genuine happiness. And in choked words, long embraces and small talk we discovered a love we both denied ourselves for years. It was a perfect moment. All the beauty in the world melted down to those few stolen seconds of wishing we would take the chance. And then it was over.

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A love I will never forget. One can only dream That so will He.

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Sep 3, 2017

Sep 3, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC

noddycaik

Regret

A love I will never forget. One can only dream That so will He.

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"I'm afraid that we will become history as soon as the puzzle is finished." Looking down at my jigsaw I understand that the picture below is now made of South African wine, bouldering summer storms, and pieces of garlic in the hands of a dancer who does not Dance. Only in your arms, I could breathe the best way an asthmatic could. But as a misunderstood Puzzle Girl, I would always give you the last piece of my jigsaw - knowing that you'd keep the finishing piece in your box of treasures. Kept a secret. Like the fact that we both hate to love but keep believing that this too shall pass as the cancer is eating out our bodies and we fight our separate wars. You are making history And I look down at my unfinished jigsaw knowing that without you my picture will never be Complete.

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Aug 29, 2017

Aug 29, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC

noddycaik

Puzzle Girl

"I'm afraid that we will become history as soon as the puzzle is finished." Looking down at my jigsaw I understand that the picture below is now made of South African wine, bouldering summer storms, and pieces of garlic in the hands of a dancer who does not Dance. Only in your arms, I could breathe the best way an asthmatic could. But as a misunderstood Puzzle Girl, I would always give you the last piece of my jigsaw - knowing that you'd keep the finishing piece in your box of treasures. Kept a secret. Like the fact that we both hate to love but keep believing that this too shall pass as the cancer is eating out our bodies and we fight our separate wars. You are making history And I look down at my unfinished jigsaw knowing that without you my picture will never be Complete.

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"Remission" It's such a beautiful word Giving an illusion so strong you might truely believe you are done. You are no longer sick; You are in remission. You are on pause. You are in a peaceful limbo. I gaze empty out of the window There's a cat watching the birds from the root of the tree. "Noddy?" My doctor keeps talking in the background of wind, beauty and heartbreak. It's aggressive this time And all I can think of is how I am empty My poet is gone And both physically and emotionally I am dying.

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Aug 18, 2017

Aug 18, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC

noddycaik

We found something

"Remission" It's such a beautiful word Giving an illusion so strong you might truely believe you are done. You are no longer sick; You are in remission. You are on pause. You are in a peaceful limbo. I gaze empty out of the window There's a cat watching the birds from the root of the tree. "Noddy?" My doctor keeps talking in the background of wind, beauty and heartbreak. It's aggressive this time And all I can think of is how I am empty My poet is gone And both physically and emotionally I am dying.

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I've always loved apples. The thrill of a fresh one Tickling my taste buds Waking me up Making me moan. But I've always been weak Falling for temptation and whispers of proposals; maybe you should try that one Foolish like women of ivory skin And ebony hair My red lips touch the flesh Fueling my body with it's poison Turning everything dark. I awoke today Turned around And faced the pip of forbidden fruit The snakes are laughing And I'm waiting to be locked out of Paradise. I've always loved apples.

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Aug 17, 2017

Aug 17, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC

noddycaik

An apple a day

I've always loved apples. The thrill of a fresh one Tickling my taste buds Waking me up Making me moan. But I've always been weak Falling for temptation and whispers of proposals; maybe you should try that one Foolish like women of ivory skin And ebony hair My red lips touch the flesh Fueling my body with it's poison Turning everything dark. I awoke today Turned around And faced the pip of forbidden fruit The snakes are laughing And I'm waiting to be locked out of Paradise. I've always loved apples.

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I know it's wrong of me to dial your number at this hour But my glass turned empty And my head filled up. I know I'm not her She is so easy And I am me. I'm trapped in the web of Second chances, what if's, and used to be's. Competing in the championship of last calls.

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Aug 16, 2017

Aug 16, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC

noddycaik

3 a.m.

I know it's wrong of me to dial your number at this hour But my glass turned empty And my head filled up. I know I'm not her She is so easy And I am me. I'm trapped in the web of Second chances, what if's, and used to be's. Competing in the championship of last calls.

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I'll be your witness In sickness And in health. I'll be your pet For entertaining responsibility And affectionate love. I'll be your home For comfort And understanding. I'll be your toy - I was your lover Until I'm old news And you find another to be fixed.

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC

noddycaik

I'll be your witness In sickness And in health. I'll be your pet For entertaining responsibility And affectionate love. I'll be your home For comfort And understanding. I'll be your toy - I was your lover Until I'm old news And you find another to be fixed.

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