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Mar 2016 · 267
thank you
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
I love your bright eyes
and your full lips.
The sound of your voice
is perfect music.

I love the feeling that
you give me when
you come into my embrace;
When you look into these
unworthy eyes and conversate
about the things in our lives.

I love that you care.
Thank you for that dear.
The poems we write when we're young and unmatured are so full of raw emotion that's spelled out in a not yet matured style of poetry are definitely worth reading every once in a while. This is a poem from a younger time.
Mar 2016 · 322
Queen.
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
I want to take you,
to the place you send me at a smile,
at a touch,
at the thought
of your love.
Sweet heaven, head in the clouds
April showers and summer sounds
intoxication
for my tongue
mind constantly on the run
chasing my imagination.
Chasing your reality
Longing for your warmth on me.
Don't you know I wanna to be,
Don't you know I wanna see,
Don't you know I wanna,
Well, a number of things.
Satiate me.

(Chorus x2)
I want  to take ya,
Aboard my spaceship
For a trip through magic,
See the stars shining up
Close in the heavens

I want to take you dancing.
The way you leave my heart
just from the way you're breathing,
From they way your defying gravity
pulling me up high to the heights.

I want to take a chance,
I want to take a stand,
I want to drop a knee,
I want to open your eyes to see
The greatest man that I be.
even under pressures greater than the deepest sea.
I want to treat,
you to the oceans at my heart,
the treasures lying there at the center
I want to show you my spread wings.
And every one of my dreams.
I want to show you what I see.
Stand at a mirror and see that great woman,
see that crown that belongs to my queen.
I'm
Longing for your warmth on me.
Don't you know I wanna to be,
Don't you know I wanna see,
Don't you know I wanna,
Well, a number of things.
Satiate me.
Show me your infinities.
Lyrics. Let me know what you think
Mar 2016 · 277
I've Loved You
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
I've been to the moon.
Skimmed the surface of the sun.
Withstood the fiery atmosphere of Venus.
Had the privilege of loving a goddess.
Seen the application infinities sum.
Stared at the the roses bloom.
And,
I've loved you.
Mar 2016 · 317
Bit by Bit
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
Candlelight to caress,
along with fingertips,
and soft lips.
A little champagne
to go with the intimate.
We progress through the moment
increasing the heat and passion
Just a little bit by bit.
Mar 2016 · 277
They taught freedom.
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
To be kind,
She taught me.
To listen and speak gently.
To tell no lie.

To be fierce,
He advised me.
To take humility in one hand,
and in the other hold victory.

To be strong,
they taught me.
Vim, Verve, and Vitality.

My Parents.
They taught me to be free
Mar 2016 · 307
We love.
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
Te amo.
y nosotros conocer amor.
la luna y sol
se conocen aquí en
nuestros corazones.

Your strength is my own,
and vice versa.
All that we are is shared
between us with nothing hidden.
nos ser estar en amor
the reason for which my world spins.
nosotros amor.
So, recently I've been learning Mandarin and Spanish and decided to use my growing Spanish vocab (and a dictionary for the harder words) to put this together.
Mar 2016 · 1.0k
Preceptor
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
They fell in odd love.
But inexperienced man that he was,
She was simply too much
woman for him to handle.
She was well seasoned enough
And so she taught him how, and when
to be tough, sweet, rough,
when and how to be
gentle.
Mar 2016 · 299
Don't forget about me.
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
Don't forget about me.
If we haven't made some memories
Together then it's best to move on
But if you want to start creating
I'm more than happy for procreation
Of future nostalgia and recollection.
And if already we have them,
Those precious mental photographs
Then cherish them
And hold them tightly
For you never know when
I'll be leaving
And you can say you knew me.
If we've put the time into
A friendship and fostered
Something real then
Know I'm not forgetting you.
So make the vice versa tru
Mar 2016 · 366
He Held Her Again. (Prose)
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
For a brief moment, he hoped, he prayed that his suspicion turn out false. Only to in the next second, hope and pray that it be confirmed.
He stared hard, his heart beating hard enough to burst, and his mind reeling enough to send him into a coma. And then she turned, deep green eyes immediately burning down the defenses he'd set around his heart just for this moment.
                    
                   It'd been years since he last saw her, and longer still since he'd last heard her voice, since her beautiful visage had graced his eyes. And now the unexpected occurred, and only one thing was in his mind. Almost running, he leapt from his seat and to her, grabbing her arms as though she'd spectre away if he didn't hold her securely, and in that single space of time, and a million years passed.

                     “Hi,” she said, in that special soft voice. The single syllable word was more a breath than a whisper. They both knew that no words could ever express the emotions that each felt, and her jade irises flicked back and forth between his hazel's that burned so intensely into her own. Her greeting had only started the avalanche of freed memories that would flash like bursts of lightning across their mind's eye and after the minute that felt more like a millenia, she suddenly, almost shyly leaned forwards. It took only an instant his lips locked with hers. They used action in the stead of words, and the action matched perfectly what was happening in their hearts. They intertwined, arms finding their proper places, hers around his neck pulling his face down to and against her, and his around her lower waist, pulling her soft yet tight body up against his own so that they were flush and seemed one mass.

            He pulled away and looked into her eyes only to find that she had begun fading into times past. He fell to his knees, reaching for her only to have her move back away from him like the alike ends of a magnet. It was too much for his mind to handle and with a gasp that could push back the darkness of the long winter night he awoke, tears glistening in his eyes and refusing to drop.
Prose
Mar 2016 · 282
Not Your Average Ordinary
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
"With an extra bit of “umph”
I'm not your average ordinary.
It may seem a lie but it's the truth
I'm out this world I'm otherworldly
Not to boast but when you step
Into my world it's rather unique
Something different bout the
Lifestyle like an extra heartbeat.
With a flare of flamboyant style
I'm quite the oddity.
Im rough with no fear of getting ***** with work and other things
That I've been created for.
And the mindset of disregard for
What average ppl think
Sets me apart for more
Than what the world believes
Should be me at the core.
I'm ever changing, ever growing,
I'm not one for bore.
Growing in my beliefs,
My person, my musicality.
And I'd rather share my
Eccentricness for others to see.
That truly, in all the world,
(Thank God) there's none like me. "
Quick poem I thought up while doing some laundry. Thinking about how God made me 100% unique in all the world and how I'm different and have no problem showing it wherever I go... Most times anyways
Mar 2016 · 491
Axiom
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2016
Arms that wrap about your waist.
Fingers that pull against your lace.
Teeth that tug on your lips.
Skin that burns hot, fevered by electric sparks,
as addicting as dreams.

But there's a truth that shows
In the fire of our souls
That can only be told,
Only made known
In the voices upon the bed sheets that
rumple and fold
beneath our enamored and ardent action.

The axiom revealed betwixt is this.
There's no cold
within this sweet, sweet heaven.
Feb 2016 · 257
For You I Am
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I love for you to listen
as I play my heart strings.
A harpist for your loveless
nights of serenity.
Notes soft and peaceful I lay
pleasantly upon your ears.
Ever-present they stay
on the surface of your mind.

T'is for you that I am
a ethereal musician.
This is the role that I,
Forever tied to your wishes,
play in the cut of your life.
Feb 2016 · 234
Untitled
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I haven't damaged my ears
in about a week.
These aches of heart and flowing tears
call for intense vibrations to freeze
my awry feelings before they slip away
like a river into an ocean
of murky abyss.
I'm in no position to lose
my soul to these erratic, unbalanced emotions
So I turn up the volume,
and play my music.
I can't seem to think of a title for this one... Ugh.
Feb 2016 · 1.1k
Untitled
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Excuse me miss,
My name's Joseph,
And yours is?
Well,
I saw you across the way and just had to do this
I don't mean this to be the average
spontaneous compliment
That you must receive on a daily basis.
And so, may I have a moment of your time?
If yes, let me start with your eyes.
Feb 2016 · 387
Baby steps
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Eye's open to an over-bright light
as your introduced to the outside.
Energy's received as you suckle against
The special being of warmth and nourishment.
The one who cleans you up, heals your rash,
heals your sick,
keeps you safe in every waking moment.

Laughs at the silly figure in
Front of you with the sweet scent
And the comforting presence.
Cries when you're disturbed,
and without that quiet pleasure
of being with them.
Being a comfort, or a pain,
when they're in distress.

Laying on your stomach.
Putting into appendages strength.
Rocking back and forth,
placing your hand forward,
one after another.

Concentrating.
Balancing against a tall object.
Pushing up against the pull of the flooring
with your small legs.
releasing the supportive object
to stand.
One foot in front, then your other.
You wobble, but this time you're at your best.
One, two, three.

Baby steps.
Let me know what you think. Critique it away
Feb 2016 · 764
It ain't easy
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
"It ain't easy being green."
It ain't easy being the wrong
Type of guy to be.
But I laugh in the face of the
People who strive to take the love
Of self away from me.
I am multifaceted,
A harpist, poet, artist, a Christian.
An engineer, dancer, dreamer of fantastic,
Writer, fiction nerd, a fighting man.
A Black man, mixed with Irish and Cuban.
And I refuse to give up my beliefs,
I'm different, odd and flamboyant. Peculiarities I protect with tenacity.
No it ain't easy being green.
But better to strive being me.
Quoting Kermit the Frog.
Feb 2016 · 1.7k
Lunch Date
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
You bring your coquette and charming.
I bring homebread and cheese.
You bring fresh fruit, and spread
I bring romance and eloquent

I bring wine,
And you bring tea.
I've admiration of the old-fashioned kind,
And you've your poised elegance. Sweet
And subtle seductiveness
Do we now practice.
Light and deep conversation,
Peals of laughters
And whispers in the silence.


I don't mind the seeming plainness
of our meeting.
As long as I can enjoy
knowing you're enjoying
Our special spontaneous
Lunch date
Let me know what you all think of this one
Feb 2016 · 959
Youth
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I.


We are a young pair enjoying
An exchange of pleasantries
over aromatic tea and pita bread.
The ancient sun above has surely seen
Many times betwix youth, enamoured courting.
Beside our plates lemon halves are dripping
sour juices into the bright napery thread.
You've brought chocolate sweets,
Fruits for tasting, and sublte flirting to stir my chest.  
And I've packed wine bought cheap
Some dainties and humor
To cause peals of your laughter to reach
High up into the bright blue heavens.

II.

The sun is readying to rest
and I lay, head in your lap with
face shrouded in your curly hair
as you plant your sugary delights on my lips.

The nights distant bright lights
flare as you lean comfortably into my chest.
The only sounds, our beating hearts
and our soft smooth breaths.
Broken only by soft whispers
Of ardent words that settle and rest
In our souls and minds.
Desires exposed to the dark night
Until at last we must say goodbye.

III.

Late that night I
Recall ever detail, every moment,
From the sound of your laughs, to your coy flirting.
From the way you fed me, to the way you began kissing.
How my finger locked with yours.
And Your faint perfume rubbed into my pores
Leaving me  inhaling deeply for the scent.
I fall to sleep, ever nerve yearning for more
I sleep, desiring you once again.

IV.

An afternoon to remember,
And an evening to never forget.
For many a time like that we
In younger days spent.
Even now, that sweet distant memory
Remains ever pleasant.
Even now as my days increase
I remember our untainted
Enamored admiration.
Even now as I fall to time,
The one thing on my mind  is you.
I recall of that sweet youth.
Trying a new style. This actually adapted from a precious poem that I'll post later. Let me know what you think of it!
Feb 2016 · 694
Untitled
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I'm not doing so fine.
I distract myself from the anguish
By pouring music into my mind.
But that could never comfort this
Feeling of helplessness felt inside.
Jesus take my heart, take my sighs
And the subtle pain from which I hide
And take me into your arms
Dear Lord take this wandering sheep
God, in your Sons name please
Remove this sadness far
Away from me.
Feb 2016 · 285
We're Okay.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I sip of your unsung song,
And untainted waters.
I revel in loving your wrongs
And rights under the shelter
Of the umbrella where
Despite the stormy weather
That surrounds us we
Remain steadfast.
And we outlast
The storms of tomorrow.
And we stand
On the horizon borrowed
From Eros.
And we remain
In the aftermath of the momentous.
And we're okay.
Yes, we're okay.
Feb 2016 · 1.6k
Loving Your Mind
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
In love am I
With the map of your mind.
In love with the lightning strikes
as it brushes with mine.
In love with its solarflares
and softlights.
I play the astronaut
In love with your night sky.
akin the universe, you're never fully knowable.
And that only pulls me closer to your side.
I'm lost in your deep space and theres nothing but you.
your , stars, galaxies, nebulae,
planets and distant moons.
I'm in caught deep in love and that's the truth
Feb 2016 · 1.6k
Your Music
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I trace your mother earth skin,
And sink myself deep in
your every decible.
I breath in the scent
Of your flowers
and lift my lips to tingle
them against your electric words.
More so than your aesthetic,
I'm in love with your music.
Feb 2016 · 377
Mezmerized
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Up and down your hills and valleys,
I search every crevice,
and sniff e'ry rose and e'ry lily.
I study and ponder the beauty I witness
in your moonlit nights and helioluminous days.

I frolic with the birds and bees,
And shower in your rains.
I sink beneath your tidal waves,
And taste the ozone of your lightning storms;
Then bask in the light of your star in the dark
Mesmerized.
Sometimes I'll listen to a sing and click, the switch for poetry comes on. This poem is a product of the song "Bad Blood" By NAO
Feb 2016 · 635
Atlantean
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I swam your deep, hoping
For the treasures at your depths.
But, I failed to take that breath
Of reality and so your surreal took me.
And yet.
I'm not drowning.
Rather I'm, flying on your toxic things
with no hope of returning.
I'm for certain living the dream.
The Atlantean
that sank beneath your sea.
Feb 2016 · 525
Will you be Mine?
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Time
I never had much
For a kiss and touch
Or those other strange
actions that lovers display.  

But
I find myself yearning
For your warm colors
And your succulent sweet.

Only
Took a glance for me
To be set afire inside my mire.
Only a single exchange of words,
And a couple of brushes with your eyes
To set my heart on dreamers time.

Not,
A day goes by that I don't wish
To be graced with your music
And sweet passion.
Not a single moment
Since then.

And
Now comes that holiday
And I'm standing in this checkout aisle
With card and flowers
Hoping with all hope that I'll
Succeed with my words
And gifts of affections.

Will
You be mine?
Valentine poem. Tried to keep it deep and sweet. Let me know tour thoughts please! I've honestly been caught up in the valentines vibe.
Feb 2016 · 261
Bittersweet
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Bittersweet.
I share a smile and a laugh, all the while
Hiding an eerie pain inside,
Where deep down melancholy abides.
But then again I know the reason why,
Food has lost its taste
And I can't sleep at night.
I know the reason for the sadness,
Why I choose to waste away
Because I can't stand this,
Bittersweet one-sided romance.
Feb 2016 · 1.2k
Ever Do We Love.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Ever so smoothly,
we dance to the music
of passion.
Ever so softly
we fall like feathers
from the wings
of Eros and Phileo.
Ever ardent
we bring each other warmth
and affection transcendent.
Ever do we love.
I think I've been caught up in the valentines day vibe.
Feb 2016 · 894
Adoration.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
You've given me
a couple of infinities,
And a couple forever's
with a side of ethereal treasure's.
And passion you've given aplenty.
You
flare into my being

Not unlike a nova
you flare, ever assuring.
Luminous.
I find myself
In a constant state of free-fall
I find myself orbiting
your sweet selfless entirety.
Waiting for you to take me in completely.
Waiting for you to take my all,
when you accept
my restless.

Dearest,
Patience have it's due.
Love,
Know My adoration is true.
Feb 2016 · 246
Untitled
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I felt hot desire.
For a split second
Time stopped the moment.
All motion paused
As though the room had reached 0° Kelvin
All eyes, every focus locked,
Every being in awe
Of the grandeurous woman
Stepping in from the cold.
Shall I light her fire?
Feb 2016 · 709
Buoyancy
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Drip.
Drop.
Splash.
The sounds of the rainstorms of life
Rolling off of my back.
I am the
Fledgling swan
Floating through the garden pond
Filled with the beauty of life
Trials and all.
Young
But I know the road
And the dice that was rolled.
Knowing these
And having faith, I float
Dependant on Christ for buoyancy
For armor and weapon
In times of great difficulty.
It is He,
Who made the greatest sacrifice
That allows me to spread wings,
And fly swift and strong,
Though in reality I be weak,
Or to through the tumultuous ocean
Go on floating.
Feb 2016 · 640
Beautiful Memory
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I miss
Your kiss.
The sensation of your lips
Soft and intoxicatingly sweet
As they locked with my own
And your tongue slipped in.

I miss
Your embrace.
The warmth that seeped into my body
As I wrapped my arms round your waist
And pulled you flush against
My core,
yearning to become one flesh.

I miss
Your fingertips.
And the curly hair that brushed
Softly o'er my face when
You stared into my eyes
Studying every brown/green pigment.
I miss staring into yours.
And tracing up and down your skin
Whether it was exposed or hidden.

I miss
Your conversation.
Your soft voice and vibe
That has been the focus of poetry I've written
In past times
And even now at this very moment.

I miss you
And
Just thought I'd write this
Poem that you'll never see.
And as much as I hope,
"All the world's a stage",
And you getting a second act will never be.
You're now just a sad, yet beautiful memory
I love bringing out the memories in words that turn them from bad dreams to beautiful losses and tragedies.
Feb 2016 · 251
Fantasy
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I can take you to the stars.
I can fly you to the moon.
Name your fantastic dream and I,
Yes I can make it true.
With joined minds
We can reach new peaks.
As long as you believe,
We can set foot into fantasy.
Take a step into my mind,
And we can start traveling.
Step into my heart and
Swim my vast seas.
Slip your hand in mine
And together set hearts wings
To the vibrant horizon
Of mellow sweet.
Feb 2016 · 1.4k
Collarbone
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Her eyes stared deep into his own
And the starry galaxies within each
Spun crescendo, a little faster,
About the axis of their hearts.
Twas then, when her shirt collar
Slipped to reveal her soft shoulder skin,
And the subtle line of the clavicle within,
That his eyes wandered,
And she blushed. He was fully enticed
By her then, and needed to feel her soul.
And so gave the first kiss, of their first time,
Planting euphoria on her collarbone.
It's funny that, even though I wrote poems  like this, and ****** poetry, I'm in all reality  a ****** in the practice of celibacy
Kinda odd  I think.  Let me know what you all think
Feb 2016 · 236
Untitled
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I only noticed her sitting
Behind me when the thick
Scent
Of silk, stars, and honey
Washed over and smothered me.
And when I turned to see,
To grace my eyes with her lovely
I, for an instant, drowned
In my enamored beholding
Of her loud and soft beauty.
Some spontaneous poetry from the bus ride on my way to Wright college.
Feb 2016 · 299
You Fell for Different
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I ain't got em.
I can't flick a switch
And produce the characteristics
Of your ideal one.
But.
Who'd you fall in love with?

I do believe it was the poet
Who wrote of your world
Something timeless.

I do believe it was the artist
Who painted in the pink excitement
That your life was lacking in.

I do believe it was the musician
Who played the strings
Of your heart something pleasant

I do believe it was the man
Who caused the words to slip
From your delicate lips.
“I've never loved like this”

I do believe you fell in love with me,
And not your ideal man.
In other words,
You fell for "Different"
Never forget the reason you fell in love. It plus a vastly important role in the course of the relationship. Whether it fails and you move on, or it continues to grow strong, or even balances and reaches its height.
Feb 2016 · 604
Plug in the Music
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Losing myself to the music.
Plug it up to my soul and listen.
The drugs for my psyche.
Call it an addiction.

Melodies to soften the pain,
Bass to pump my blood,
Treble to tremble my brain,
Harmony to Iron the rust.

Enhancing my every emotion
Or vice versa calming me down.
I'm currently *******
So I'm plugging it up right now
Feb 2016 · 606
Winters Love
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Winter, I love her.
Her cold embrace loving and tight,
She chills my bones and heart
So that it doesn't matter I'm cold at night.

Sh makes me forget this,
Shattered, splintered heart.
She helps me forget the arrow
The flaming dart that broke it apart.

I love her sweet whispers
Brushing over my skill shaven bald,
Over my chest, my bare legs,
She loves that I don't shiver at all.

She doesn't mind the black, the grey, and the deep
Dark blue
Colors of my clothing that match my mood.
She doesn't mind my raggedy look, my darkened eyes
And the stone ice frozen muscle in my
Empty chest.
I love winter because she loves right.
Even though I'm depressed she loves me best
From back in my depressed days.
Feb 2016 · 321
You Are Beautiful
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Dearest One,

You are what you don’t think you are
no question about it.
From the soles of your feet to the
Tips of the hairs of your head

Your hips, thighs, *******, eyes
Lips, nails, ***, skin, thick
Hair shoulder length
your presence is sublime
You are simply divine

Your embrace warm, and delectable
Your scent is intoxicating
To hold you in my arms is gratifying
The contact of your skin electrifying
Your sweet voice, sweet laughter,
Makes my heart beat hard and fast,
And the wings of my soul beat faster.

You’re exquisitely, wonderfully,
Perfectly charming, full of beauty,
Desirable, ****, scrumptious,
A luscious, and allure ebony goddess.
You are the very definition of
In that you please all my senses.
Once a diamond in the rough
You've reached perfection
You are smart, and delightful
Foxy, classy, and bewitching
You are, Beautiful
Old poem I wrote for a dear friend of mine.
Feb 2016 · 584
To My Muse
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Her figure
Puts me in a frame of mind
That subscribes
To the graces of her pleasures.
And I haven't even touched,
Nor shared a word
With my muse.

My relationship with her
Is purely my aesthetic and mental view,
And my heart's intense pounding
When she comes around me.
In other words...

I'd like to get to know you.
Thinking bout the times when I see a lady who's intelligent, which increases her beauty in my view. Only, I can never sayba word to them. Only write a quick poem in my mind that ends up being forgotten.
Feb 2016 · 422
Losing Myself.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
In
The crook of your neck,
The smoothness of its length.
The rising of your collarbones
As you take in breath.
The shallow depth
Of your sternum notch
These things with love do I watch,
These things with rising excitement
Do I gracefully with soft lips touch,
But I do not forget to caress your lips
With my own. Your cheeks, forehead,
Your soft temple, your crown,
Your eyelids, your eyebrows,
Nose, ear, chin. Every inch of skin burning,
Do I lose myself in
As your spirit intoxicates me.
Thinking about the moments when I'd lose all awareness of the world. Moments when she was 100% my focus.
Feb 2016 · 312
Turbulent.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I am a deep sea,
A vast ocean of many things.
But who can say they've truly
Conquered the Atlantic?
I certainly have many aspects
That I have yet
To control and understand.
And I feel at the bottom there rests
A chest of a somewhat forgotten past,
That slips open sometimes
And sets free traumatic
Memories that remain for me
Unreleasable. In the torrent of
Emotions from that time long ago
I become so turbulent,
Caught in the tides of emotion
If but for a moment.
Of that chest, is there any way to let go?
I don't know. I don't know.
Feb 2016 · 466
How Long
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
How long to forget
A memory?
How I've comforted,
And consoled many.
But for myself there is
Still a vast sea
Of regretful pasts
To conquer and release
For only then,
May I find peace.
Feb 2016 · 319
Dear Reader
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Dear reader,
Have you ever hidden yourself
Deep under the heavy blankets
In somewhat vain attempts to feel once more the warmth of embraces
Given by the one you loved?
Do you remember squeezing tightly
And forever hating to say goodbye to them
When it was time and the day had turned to night.
Can you recall looking forward to the next time?
Heart full to bursting with trust
That there would be a next time.
Do you remember how
Your heart had never beat stronger?
And the first kiss with your lover?
Losing yourselves in one another?
I remember, and continue to create
The memories that are stained
Ever so heavily, and thoroughly
With the tastes, the essence of love
That was shared between us
Throughout the trials we lasted.
Every moment worth remembrance.
Dear reader, do you remember it?
Feb 2016 · 222
Falling Into Her Star
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Within the small seconds of
somatic experience betwixt us
A thousand stars ignite
In supernovas across my mind.
From the simple grazing
Of my skin against yours
Neurons begin firing beyond light speed
My hearts bpm rising rapidly.
Can you feel the beat?
The music that is your voice entices me.
The euphoria that is your scent sets my mind free.
The galaxy hidden with your eyes has enraptured
My soul. I’m drawn in by my curiosity.
Ah…
When we embrace can you feel the heat?
When we lock lips I fall deep
and hard into you.
I find myself lost in your space,
I am locked into your gravity.
Following the flow of your ambient
presence with it’s addicting uniqueness.
You step into my life and demand
all attention.
In the battle to keep from addiction
I lose to my heart, my mind, my body.
I am yours. Yes, have all of me.
Feb 2016 · 522
Collage
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
She is a collage
She is a collage of aspects
Too surreal and abstract
For me to really grasp at
But I love her all the same
And I love her all the more
When she opens up the doors
To the library of her mind full of
Experiences and wisdoms
That drown me in a downpour
Of flamboyant and intense colors
That make up her life.
Feb 2016 · 312
What I see
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I see.
A little box of poems and
Letters that I never sent
To those I wished to be recipients
I recall having written out tokens
Of many and various emotions.
Mainly love and similar concepts
But from the opposite end of that spectrum
Poetry from my bouts with depression.

A Little box of poems written by a
Young and not quite wise poet
Who only wrote when truly
Impassioned to express
His ideas and emotions
That were either romantic
Or intensely amative.

A Little box of letters
That were quite emotive.
That put into words my ocean
Hidden deep within.
That remind me of the fetters
That laid heavy on my heart
Set by unrequited love and
The following scars.

I see.
A Little box of me.
Feb 2016 · 459
The Love Blues
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I love you.

I love every inch of you. With
Every word that passes your lips,
With every sigh and moan,
My mind goes on a trip.
Meeting you for the first time,
With every syllable I fall in love again.

I love you I do.
But let patience have its due.
Winters settled as I wait for you.
I despise the cold. I have to wrap
In others friendly warmth.
And now you make me blue.
You basked in anothers affection.
Oh Love, you've been to me untrue

Oh, but I love you I do.
If only you'd quit being a **** fool.
From a stressful relationship that ended on a sour note.
Feb 2016 · 617
Lay Lady Lay
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Your fingers brush
Against me and paint me
Anew with a lush

In your arms I am sweet
Relaxed and open you
Make My heart complete

I love resting on your *****
I am like a child
Arousing like a cherry blossom

You tickle my soul pink
Invoking the most ardent of feelings
In a single packed destined for you
Tell me now you wont leave my bed sheets
Laying next to you I feel love true.
Feb 2016 · 400
Soul Artist. Soul Canvas.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
You are love,
Vous êtes inspiration.  
The focus of my heart,  
L'objectif de cet art.  
  
Love. The chocolate of your skin,  
Love. Votre douce voix.  
Loving you could never be a sin,  
Vous rendre la vie le ciel pour moi.
  
With your lips sweet you paint,  
Vous peindre mon âme rose.  
With your love life will always  
la Vie en Rose.
Feb 2016 · 1.3k
Courtship
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I plant my soft lips
Upon yours sugary sweet.
The scent upon your skin
Mesmerizes me. Belle Chérie.

La vie en rose
Explains the way I feel
When you lean into me
Cuddled tight, cuddled right
It's just the place to be.

Ah yes, the way I feel
When you look into
These hazel eyes and I into
Your dark brown iris
Hypnotizing, beautiful, precious
The way I feel... It is exuberance

I'd like those moments to keep happening.

Moments when I pick you up,
Or hold your soft hands
And attempt teaching you to dance
To shake your hips

Moments when I learn about you
Moments of simple conversation
Moments of wonderful kisses
Laughter, embraces, and bliss.
Yes.
I'd like to continue this,
euphoric courtship
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