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Kara Jean  Jul 2016
Summer goals
Kara Jean Jul 2016
Patio umbrella waving like a fan
Beer numbing my face, nightly planned
I hear broken music from an ice cream truck
I hear the thunder as it struck
Almost like a demented fairytale plucked from my imagination
God's ****** up creation
A gorgeous mess with a yellow and pink sunset dress
Slowly, we watch night
The look lies as the heat hugs tight
The smell of peppermint suffocating memories
You take another sip and try to remind yourself to live
To bad your kindergarten ambitiousness ended in a bottle with lipstick stuck to the rim
Crossroads are a particular

kind of place where mythology

and actuality combine,

mix and dance with your shadow.



Limitlessness has a name

and social security number

in your restlessness

and your ambitiousness.



I've performed in cafes and on street corners,

In bookshops and depots,

woods and public restrooms

with the junkyard profits

desperately clutching to my clothes,

refusing my money

but begging for my love.



But now I am at the crossroads.



The smoke from my soul

comes in, forces me to turn around,

turn around turn around,

and see the faces,

so many different faces,

all those who have

loved me,

mocked me,

befriended me,

mentored,

hated,

changed

maimed

spit in my eye

called me what they thought I was.



So many faces.

So many eyes full of dreams and ire.



How many would I come to know again?



Who would become fortune tellers

blues-men

teachers

cops preachers

mathematicians builders destroyers

soldiers of fortune

businessmen liars or junkyard prophets?



Who will become like smoke in the fog,

slightly hazy lost-boys

off to never-never land,

never to be seen or heard from

except for the cries that whisper

the time?



So many faces.



What will I be to them?

A companion

friend

liar

hater

lover

brother

sideshow

an I knew him when

a face that looks at their back

at the crossroads,

a wisp of smoke?



I turn again,

turn turn,

a cymbal shot

pushes me forward,

left and right,

but I can never go back behind.



Johanna whispers

Even salvation must get old.



I know she must be correct,

at least as far as I can turn my head.



The right is barred,

the left is guarded by the beasts,

the faces hum a dirge or a lullaby,

I straighten my jacket,

pack my self into a slip bag,

and blow away with the smoke.
Lately
I wear matching socks
On my feet
Ending at the ankle
Not at the knee
Where they used to be.
Laundry clean
All dishes sparkling
My apartments pristine
My car windshield bug-free
Not a single fast food wrapper
In the passenger seat
and my gas gauge never falls below
Half empty.
I no longer find enjoyment in
My life mirroring a circus
Everything has a place
And is fully fulfilling its purpose.
Most take my orderliness
As ambitiousness
A testament to
My diligence
When it's simply a need
For my life and mind to be
An antithesis.
Coral Estelle Nov 2010
Why did you struggle,
Why did you push?
Thin stemmed ambitiousness
And white petal innocence
Arisen to bring hope to me,
As I wander on my midnight walk.
Walk until my legs sting with cold.
Walk to put some air back inside me.
I am seeking a thrilling happiness,
Or anything to set me on my way.
Walk to forget what disappoints me.
Peering in the windows,
Of homes warm and bright
Where people chat and laugh
In envy, I long to come inside.
I am seeking a thrilling happiness,
Or anything to set me on my way.
Michael Ryan Sep 2019
Some days, being me is a burden.
Not onto others, but onto myself.
Those around me do not respect me.
But when they seek memories of better times,
I will be the one they ask to speak.

Education was a tool intent on developing me,
instead it became the ropes that bind me to my family.
These ropes latch me to a home I have outgrown,
but no one allows me to leave.

Instead of vindication
I have found desperation.
Those who know me speak fondly
of my aspirations, but do not realize
that their praise weighs more than,
the stone god was unable to budge.

I lie to you -
true agony is not shelved upon by others,
it is the listless illusions I pander to myself.
The ambitiousness of decision making
and feeling that any course directed by my own hand
will end wastefully.
A few months truly out of undergraduate studies, and I fear that all my time/knowledge will be wasted on a life I do not enjoy.  I want to do things that I am proud of, and helping myself grow as well as helping those around me.  A simple life will **** me.
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2017
i truly find the spontaneity of poetry heart-breaking, notably with the mundane ambitiousness of writing a novel of novelists, and their lack of the ever expanding lexicon... novelists are merely tools for me, oh sure, effective, hammers do what hammers were ought to do, but nonetheless boring... then again there's always the gamble... the least prolific novelists can sometimes crack it, while the most prolific poets sniff a ****'s worth of appreciation... whatever the lottery, the losers always grit the win and settle for: bashing uncle sam out of his stupor for the working hard vs. the ones hardly working. never mind, i once talked to a woman who liked me about trophy wives... trophies, wives?! in guess so... besides that, i always found aesop more trustworthy than jesus christ; i never understood undermining aesop, and gaining anything from that "jew".

most people find god boring...
sure, i agree,
but then i find the holiday narratives
of people a tad bit more...
the meow before the great sleep...
point being:
the former is structured around
the unanswered, subsequently
unanswerable given the democratic
chip-in,
         the latter?
a suntan and the boredom of
the "latter day saints'" everyday...
big ******* hoorah while we're
patiently waiting
for some greasy bacon...
and all you get is: oh right,
you in a dinky-boat with a random
dozen of libyans pretending
to be jesus christ? gentlemen! applause!
i sometimes find myself talking to
people who never lived outside the
vicinity of a square mile,
and they sometimes make testimony
to have lived beyond their comfort
zone...
         i start to wonder:
the **** have i been drinking the past
hour?! i was about to perfect a
poached egg using the *heston
method...
i can tell you one thing,
if there were no irish about in an
english society, i could have made
the english aware of: i'm pretty sure i've
just saw a turban pass my highbrow,
ol' sinjit gets no pass!
     i think about taking a **** 4 times
a day, and playing the bagpipes twice,
which makes up for thrice the disposable
spaghetti tangles...
       and whenever i heard the term:
pater aureum anca...
     shortchange my ***,
       but it's great: i managed the crumbs,
you managed the moral "conundrum"
of prostitutes...
        how's that working out for you?
i can't imagine you spending all that excess
on romances, dating by buying perfumes!
oh, you have? poor sods...
   tougher juggling turds...
         that heston blumenthal poached egg is
still tickling me...
                        **** it, i'm gonna go
for it...
                  take it seriously?
what, the drinking, or the writing?
                   the year 1998 was pretty serious
to me, notably the french world cup...
           the emergence of the corrs,
and a seriousness of madonna,
   the decline of britpop...
                 and the last / first time i remembered
                   scotland at the global stage;
whatever the summary is,
i dare not bother an inspection of
to ingest...
      that poached egg is stalling all other
thoughts;
      i can't help but feed the thought of
a chicken abortion,
      and how the yoke will satisfy any
sane mind.
TK  Jan 2019
TransitIONING
TK Jan 2019
From the first time I saw you
I knew you were....CELESTIAL
An unattainable reflection of PERFECTION

Beauty from the gods
Intellectual
Conservative
Regal
Ambitious

Everything stability is made of

We both had separate lives
You set the standard
that no one else could match
Other people fantasize and idolize
Actors, models or even athletes

But mine was YOU

Never disrespectful of your situation
I admired who you were and i was content on having someone like you

Never in a million years did I believe things would turn this way

At the lowest part of my life I turn around and there you are.
You're here. WITH me.

Both our lives are being turned inside out.
Everything is changing.
Things we never thought would happen are happening.
Seems like everything around us is
falling
apart.

It took me a while to recognize that all of this is OK

We're rebuilding.

I look at you now and I still see the celestial being wrapped in human perfection with beauty from the gods.
But from this angle.......

I see the benefits from your
intellectual-conservative-regal ambitiousness
And I'm still in awe of it all
KG  Nov 2020
Momento
KG Nov 2020
The falling star watches me watching it scythe through my lack of ambitiousness
Intuition deftly plays it broken poker hand
******* sipping from the soda can
Girls have it too rough, too easy
All of my dreams take me back to see her
This green earth looks brown like rust
When I view it through this spyglass
I mistrust
Travis Green Apr 2022
I love the way he stares at me
With his meltingly soft and soulful eyes
How he takes me into his enchanting inner delights
To behold his artistic allurement
His brilliantly intense and dazzling expressions
Exceedingly sensual, reverential, and fragrant
A ****** loving spectacle

He lures me into his rich and gorgeous wonderland
Where I marvel at his immense dreamlike magic
Delight in his deep endless strikingness
He is my shining light of glory
My ardent sparkling source of satisfaction
Tremendously shimmering like a great green grassland
Like the rich golden sunshine in the summertime
My splendidly warm, charming, and southern lover

I am so enraptured by his assertiveness
His immersiveness, his masterfulness, his perfectness
So soft on his magically penetrating notoriousness
He has me blissfully happy, in love with his misty, magical realm
Smashed on his sheer magnetic attraction
Seamless instinctive dreaminess

He makes my mind pulsate
I see stars in his compelling stellar sparklingness
I am attracted to his ambitiousness and sagaciousness
How he makes my gayness scintillate
Takes me away into his majestically exhilarating mancave
Where he overpowers my world with phenomenal propelling force
Travis Green Mar 2022
This poem is more explosive
Than an incredibly devastating and skyrocketing firebomb
Than the deepest undersea and uncontrolled volcano
My obsession for dopetastic, flowtastic, and
Mantastic men run extremely deep
I feel like I am off course, drowning in a sea
Of dreamy, steamy, supreme, and serene men

They are so boldly breathtaking with their moves
Their fervent flawless sauce, their vividly astonishing
And thrilling thoughts, their far-reaching and sublime intelligence
Their romantic masculine nature, their intriguing, warm, and
Youthful beings, their marvelously solid and soul-stirring swagger
Their delectably dressy and compelling drip
Ingratiating, fresh smelling, smooth sweetness, and stellarly **** flex

I submerge in their immersive ardent poetry
Their softness, their hardness, their pleasurableness
Their assertiveness, their ambitiousness, their vivaciousness
Their magicalness, their incredibleness, their heavenliness
I love the way they bite their bottom lips
The way their luminescent electric eyes look erotically at me
That **** is a mad turn on, such a ******* fantastical vibe
Vigorous masculine bewitchment
Sinuous, magnetic, and velvety flesh
Breathtaking black-bearded marvels

Their awesomeness speaks deeply to my soul
They are my favorite slow jam on the radio
A shimmering summer breeze in moton
A pleasantly immense, intoxicating, and unparalleled cloud
Of  bright blossoming bliss
I sink deep into their kinetically thrilling rhythm
I breathe in their unmatchable masculine G-status
Stream through the lustrous enchanting blue skies
Suffused with their precious and celestial love
Their thousand timeless divine sunsets
Their perpetual pleasurable architecture

I am brimming with tremendously glowing sensations
The more I fantasize about their high-powered and amorous nature
Ungovernable, superheated, seductive, and irresistibly devouring
Expressive, effective, effervescent, selective, and credible slang
I lose my mind when I fly on a wildly mesmerizing wild with them
I am so out of order with the way I take in their gorgeousness
Dwelling on hot enthralling moments
Where we lay down on immaculate satiny sheets
By the lavishly attractive fireplace
Kiss me and never stop, charm me more with their glistening lips
Give me everything that rejuvenates my body
Take off their fabulously fine and iridescent shirts
Let me take in their streaming perennial enchantment
Let feel their whole world merging with mine
Just lay their great clean manly hands
On my charmingly caressible chest
Kiss my sweet sparkling shoulders and neck
Convey to me that I am theirs forever
Colm  Jun 2021
Waiting Here
Colm Jun 2021
More patient than a memory
In ambitiousness and steadfast true

You are far too fair and yet too close
To be felt alive

Too afraid perhaps of the awkwardness again
To be seen by each other and to renew

Yet it's not just I who can see this end
It's pursuit so nearing us through and through

Arise my old language
Arise and breathe life

Over a thousand days died here waiting away
Just as I too have waited for you
Waiting Here.
Travis Green Feb 2022
I wanna revel in your bright, radiant captivation
Speak sultry words to your incredibly lean and limber body
Let your thoughts become befuddled as I cuddle up to you
Rub your stunningly gleaming chest, your perfect
Prominent shoulders, your smooth, robust, and impressive arms
You capture me with your impeccable electric charm
You overpower me, your hot contagious splashiness
Streams surpassingly through my craft
Makes me ache for you, to navigate your flexible, iridescent, and
Muscular thighs and legs, trapped in the passion for your masculinity

I wanna inhale your saucy coffee brown flesh
Smell the sweetness rise inside my nostrils
Slide my palms up and down your stomach
Indulge in your transfixing enchantment
Let me admire your tallness, your domineeringness
Your warmheartedness, your ambitiousness
You make me wanna steal away to an exceedingly and
Pleasantly poetic place where I can luxuriate
In your galaxy of grandness and never return home

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