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Cindy Long Jul 2017
I want to plunge myself into the oceans of your love.
Dive straight down; my hands cutting the edge of oblivion, it blubbles over my body as i shoot further; as i aim to go further; i push my self to go further.
And when i slow and the force feom my jump stalls out i flale my arms and legs.
I dig in your ocean; determined to reach the bottom. The dark water just gets colder and my eara pop from the pressure but i dont stop; i release air slowly from my lungs as they cramp but i dont stop; i clinch my eyes tighter and spring them open in hopes to unblur my vision but i dont stop.
I want to drown myself in this vast sea of your love and let it comsume me.
As i inch closer and closer to the bottom i can feel the life in me tug; i let it keep tugging because i know its not enough to make me stop.
I reach out with my fingers stretched so hard the knuckles are white and finally i palm the sandy floor. The grity ground is miraculous; i cannot fathom its beauty.
To have reached the core of you i no longer feel cold; i no longer feel the pressure ringing in my ears; i no longer feel the throbbing inf my lungs.
Vision tunnels and i sink into the blackness of your love. I let it in. I let it engulf me. I welcome it to. It floods into me and becomes me.
I am your love. I just had to fight to see it.
Love is the theme i guess this week
Viper Feb 2011
like the snow flakes that fall from heaven above

each flake is unique just like each time we fall in love

it starts out as something small that gos undetected

while it grows more visible but not enough to be protected

floating on the wind it begins to take its beautiful form

when it reaches you it may go unoticed, or may comsume you like a storm

you can handle it, though making it last will be the true test of your will

with something so delicate and fragil maintianing it takes great care and skill

so when you finally have love so much like a snow flake in the palm of your hand

take the time to inspect and see it for all it's beauty and I think you'll understand

slowly as it melts and fades away from your view

these things were not meant to last  and theres not much we can do

nothing so wonderful will last forever even if we hold on tight

so enjoy the moment no matter if it last weeks, days or just one night
copyright/Viper 2011
Alexandria King  Nov 2018
Embers
Alexandria King Nov 2018
My soul will burn,
For you are worth dying for.
I am lost in the blaze
As though my body is fire.
You can save me
If only you reach out your hands
Into the glowing embers
That comsume my heart.
WHAT THE HELL DO I KNOW

When you fall
It's your call
Take another step
A delicious wraith
A leap of faith

True love is not for a life
It is for that moment
And when the time is right
Let your whimsy take control
Let your senses take a flight

True love is not a lifetime
Where all else is forsaken
It's a moment that hangs in time
A stolen kiss
A breath not taken

True love is only
In that glance
Fingers touch as you pass the glass
When you take that chance
It's a total romance

True love always
It will comsume you all
When you fall
It is your call

M. N. R.
19 JULY 2018
Stevie  Jan 2021
Fighting stance.
Stevie Jan 2021
They are screaming again,
Filling up my head,
Feeling like a wolf in pain,
Wishing upon bloodshed,
Counting one, two, three,
Last breath till I am free,
Just leave me upon the land,
While my bones turn to sand,
Don't lend a helping hand,
Resting here in my woodland,
Maybe I am diseased,
Harder and harder to breathe,
Hatred and destruction, you are all appeased,
Let me rot away to see what underneathe,
Maybe I am religious,
Not content of hateful vicious,
Self harm, self hatred stitches,
Maybe am not catholic, christian, protestant,
Maybe am not like all the rest who are incompetent,
Maybe my nature is that of Mother Earths confident,
Maybe I am not Human,
Maybe I am not what the world expects,
Maybe I am not what you presume,
In the eyes of everyone that evil comsume,
Maybe I am just like the wolves,
Howling at the moon,
Seeing the hate, not thinking of themselves,
Not caring about an offensive cartoon,
Here I am, trying to understand,
The feelings, the emotions,
The fear of what I can't grasp,
Trying to hard, fighting stance.

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