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Bea Dizon Apr 2015
They say what they say
To people who’ve been left
That there are more to come
And it’s a long life
But the way I placed my thighs
On both sides of your torso
Lightly sitting on your stomach
While I tell you how my week went
How I let myself get lost
In the way you stare at me, half drunk
As if you’re something
I do not have to compete for
When I press your hand
While crossing the highway
Even if I get hit,
it won’t be so bad after all
And when you tighten your grip
Of my back
Ache and pleasure all at once
When we share cigarettes
And talk like old buddies
Who haven’t seen each other
After prison
And when you kiss my forehead
That I have to close my eyes
Because the touch is enough
The sight is too much
Will never be the same with another
Not all that’s lost can be found
Originally posted on hellbentwritings.tumblr.com
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Hell Fire complained ' O my Lord!
my different parts eat up each other. '
So it was allowed two breaths,
one in winter and one in summer.
So when you feel biting cold in winter
or in summer when you perspire.
Remember merciful God has allowed
two breaths to blazing hell fire.
nate k Nov 2014
dyspeneic,
he kissed her
        like she
was his
                                    last breath
(c) nate k. 2014
10w.
Jose Martinez Sep 2014
Hold me the way Arizonans hang to clouds
during monsoons,
The way bards capture
moments into creation,
The way wings catch air.

Run your fingers over the scars
on my skin you never knew about,
Don't ask,  just feel.

Whisper sweet nothings into my ear,
Make me believe in a better time than now.
Show me
that this
is only
the beginning
to long nights
spent in each other's
breaths,

Breathe me.

Kiss the darkest corners of my mind,
Take it all.
Take the pillows, the mattress,
The clothes,

I only want you.

Replace the noose around my neck
With your arms,
Tell me it'll be okay.
Lie to me.
AmberLynne Aug 2014
Sometimes the words you say
make me look down and blush,
delve into my own headspace,
wondering what brings such
wondrous sounds pouring forth
from your lips.
And these things you say,
they aren't obscene in any way,
but oh sir, do they twist me up inside
and steal my breaths straight
out of my lungs.
8.12.14
AmberLynne Jul 2014
In, out
Just breathe
All I can this is
how much I want to leave.
I don't know how I'll make it
through all of today.
God, there's just no way.
In, out
Just breathe
This day is just
so very, very long
and everything I touch
seems to go so wrong.
In, out
Just breathe
I'm just trying to focus
on each individual breath
but every one is just
too substantial to handle.
In, out
I can't breathe.
6.23.14
Accompanying Breaths


You've long since fallen asleep
but I can't seem to drop the call
Your breaths have remained long and deep
I feel so alone when you aren't here at all.
Your breath keeps my restless mind company
When my greatest enemy is myself.

You've long since fallen asleep
But my mind continues to race
I can't help but imagine our future,
Our lives perfectly in place.
Our bed, bathroom and kitchen decor.
The way every thing you say makes me love you more and more.

I've long since fallen asleep and I know you listened to me breathe,
But did you think about us, did you think about me?
Did you think about laying in our bed,
How I might lay my head?
Do you imagine the things I do,
Like you holding me in the early morning?
Around 1 or 2 when I'm still just as restless,
And my greatest enemy is myself?
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
I am in levels. Past levels. This deep, intrinsic wonderful lost, the lawlessness of its fascinating expenditure of excite. Pushing through the wild and feral snow-dusted plains and timber ridges. Like red-spotted dots breathing through the cylinders called the spine. This descends into a narrow channel of scantly clad greenish scenery in a time-soaked visionary wilderness of snow,
Our crab legs dancing down wiry purple highways, our heads could not even look backwards if we had wanted.

Furious, love-latitudes, stalking breaths thwacking fork-ended tongues into a pinkish knot buried into the first layer of organic membrane on this railway of miniature canals, showing. And their pride snuck into the elbows, shooting down each vertebrae as it stepped with great precision every ledge that the currency emphasized. The raw accumulation of stolen heart-beats rattling between the interstices of new fuel careering these red engines. Crashing with exquisite pleasure into one another.

— The End —