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I want music to shake my brain and reshape my emotions.
I blast it with the loudest volume I can convene and I want to feel the earthquake tremors
from my mind down through my chest and heart.
A disaster to my ears I'm sure
but God it feels good to have my soul quaver.
It just can't get loud enough.
You could say instead of using her eyes to see the world

She used her heart to look through a kaleidoscope of colors.  

Loving the twisting images and finding the beauty

in every odd shape

this life has to offer.
Dreamy Girl
 Dec 2017 Existential me
Star BG
Hello new beginnings,
that come with break of day
when sun glides inside grace.

Howdy new day,
that gives opportunity
to align with music orchestrated in heartbeats.

Greetings new Beginnings
I stand ready to
dance, sing, and make merry
inside the gift of life.

Bonjure
new moment
as I get drunk
on the stream of love energies
to I sip in breath
both
day and night.
Inspired by Cne a gift to the world of poetry.
 Dec 2017 Existential me
Traveler
I haven't been writing as you know
Primarily dew to the ice and snow
The chill that sets within my bones
No, not a single message home

I haven't mentioned
My points of views
Now that
The frozen tundra
Controls my moods
Plow the drive
Shovel the walk
My frozen fingers
Can hardly talk

And you so warm
In your southern state
Where the winter chill
Is not your fate
Not even an extra blanket
Or a hot coco
Oh how blessed to be
Of a warmer soul!
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2017 Existential me
Cné
You
 Dec 2017 Existential me
Cné
You
You've ...
   got me burning
      my mind's wheels turning
                    no matter how hard
                               i've tried
        i always find myself
    tongue tied
mmm tongue tied
              with yours
           my libido soars
          touching you,
touching me
   You're all
         that i see
             lying naked
                     in my bed
           can't get that image
          out of my head
      kiss me,
touch me,
    feel me,
          want me
               i can still
             smell Your scent
      and all my energy's spent
trying really hard
    not to care
          yet i still feel
Your fingers in my hair
      my hair draped
           over Your face
                       it wasn't
              the time or place
       me on top of You
it was all i could do
to not melt
   from the ecstasy
                         i felt
                         kiss You,
                            touch You
                               feel You,
                         want You.
Sunday morning thoughts
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