yreem619
22/Two-Spirit
I often speak in two manners, one that's understood by all and one that's foreign quite often to most. Both hold a specific meaning of my understanding and both can exist in one so feel free to reach out and talk if you ever feel the urge to know more.
I think about you better with my eyes closed,
My love where do I begin.
The beginning is as close as the end,
Although there is a lot of time spent in between.
I can't seem to get enough of you,
Something is missing, especially without you.
Your energy lingers on me long after you are gone,
Like the scent of the beloved that sticks.
Sweet palmed baby,
Soft eyed angel.
A gentle voice escapes your delicate lips,
Floaty words wander out and right into me.
Nothing compares to one short evening,
Me in a room with you.
With some strawberries and wine,
We are touching and talking.
A brief warm light bursting through,
Yet too weak to reflect on anything.
The only nights I do not dream about you,
Are ones that I'm asleep next to you.
The nights you have your plush rosy lips on me before,
I drift into a sort of peacefulness only found within you.
A crisp soft blow building up on me,
Until we collide, meet at some spot of sweet release.
I no longer recognise the hours night turns into day,
Or the noises that surround us, like chirping birds.
Two worlds subconsciously complimenting eachother,
The taste of your candied skin remains on my tongue.
Tracing my tongue and all down my throat,
It lingers longer, beyond us parting.
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 11:01 PM UTC
Squirming body tied to my bright bed
And flipped with my ice cube cold fingertips,
Tracing your spine.
Bursts of your sweetened moans escaping
Your tightly closed lips.
With your legs spread you lay half alive,
With tingles of more life
I find myself again at lusts feet.
At lusts feet I have fallen again,
Your touch is so gentle,
Vibrations of your body are so tender,
Please just surrender.
Your moans weaken,
Through your rosebuds-like lips.
As you close your hazy brown eyes
And give in to the intoxication of my tongue.
I pulled you near and untangled your hair.
Breathless you lay in my arms,
With your face blood-like red.
You gazed at me with your soft starry eyes,
Looking nearly half alive.
Lust is so hungry with an urge so great,
I looked at you and I
I just whispered I love you to your flesh.
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 10:19 PM UTC
dear you human,
whatever kind of human
you may be.
(literally whatever kind)
i begin with i imagine a world,
a world where we have mastered and taught the art of thinking and the art of feeling.
the kind of world that enables a journey to explore the oneself in,
it's time we begin to look for something inside.
to go to a time of reflection and creation,
let's go back to the time we spoke to eachother in poetry,
the time we thought what we felt and felt what we thought,
a time we cared about all.
let's go back to the time that uniqueness vividly excited us,
a time we all understood that to be good is to do good
and to do good is to think and therefore feel good.
and if a time of such has never existed then let's create it together,
collectively as one using the whole of our unique individuality.
because today we live in a world, in an environment created using the collective unique individual thinking and feeling of generations that so much hated the oneself that they were subconsciously and significantly able to avoid the practice as whole.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC
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I'll plant a kiss in your lips,
So that a smile will grow in it,
Then its roots will reach into your heart and soul,
And that love will be its fruit.
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
Stars are the eyes of the sky,
I look up to them
they look down on me
It's just us
*"Just a few more hours
and the day will chase them away"*
I think, from time to time
Oh, I'd do anything to put
this thought away
The sun will rise
and my only company will die
But, I will keep my eyes closed
and stay alone through
the brightest hours of the day
and I will only open them, when
they rise from the dead
as darkness comes our way
"There's nothing as beautiful as a black sky full of white stars"
I say to myself, every time
the night goes away
- Kaya
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
I want to write a love poem
The best the world has ever seen
About two shattered people
Fitting together at their broken seems
I want to write a love poem
That no one can forget
About two lonely people
That where a perfect fit
I want to write a love poem
That transcends past the stars
About two cosmic bodies
That's not imprisoned behind broken bars
I want to write a love poem
So great no one has ever known
Of two tattered spirits
That clung to each other and the love they shown
I want to write a love poem
That can survive any storm
About two people with icicle hearts
That true love burned bright and warmed
I want to write a love poem
But alas that I can not do
For I have never tasted love
So I have not a single clue
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
It surprises me that
If I wrote an autobiography
The number of people
Who are just paragraph
Is extremely high.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
I love you in a language
that i really don't fully understand
In words that i really don't find enough
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
I think hell is something you carry
around with you not somewhere
you go
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
With a kiss , i will pour love into
your mouth and words that
i really can't say out loud
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC