Janae 3d

I know I’m just another window
An open and shut case
I could never be the hero
I suppose all I can do is embrace
How can you? When your an absolute zero...
You must think I’m a complete weirdo

I think I’m funny and smart.
Still miserable
No one else can see that

When you're invisible

Cynthia Ulloa Sep 2015

Walking thousands of steps
Measuring footprints left behind
Stumbling blocks
Analyzing
Walking through slippery roads
Dead ends
Ascending mountains
Descending
Facing ephemeral seasons
Running away
Chasing
The wind
The worst of all is facing storms
a hurricane
mind-like-storm
Through the journey
Remember that no waves can ever drown you
Find rest in the secret place, Embrace.



Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.

A breath of fresh air,
is your kiss.

Your title wave crashes
upon my distant shore,
as my winds blow
towards your foaming roll,
I am caught in between
your crashing tides.

Our passionate embrace
devours time,
leaving us with unspoken words,
and meaningful structure,
it builds a foundation
that can hold up to
our chaotic emotions.


© By Amanda Shelton

Ako Jun 18

Firm hands
Visage, chiselled by gods
I pray upon the temple
Intertwined fingers
Sinful embrace
I have longed a touch for Mars
So far, yet he saw the wood,
The hill,
The Temple.

The Mars enraged!
Raging howl of a lone canine
Digging of what the burried desire has for him
Digging, digging
Dig!
The Lumberjack fervently saws the hills
O God! Visage with a burning desire!
Not a tune of emotion compares to what this broken vision has seen
Not a tune of reality passes him.

Unconcious by the dew,
Concious by the sun
Ending the sin of a forbidden bind.

Shadowhollow Jun 16

Tell me you love me
Whisper secrets into my ear
Make or break me with one touch
I want that kind of embrace

Lust filled eyes
Embrace me !
Hands like knives
Each cut sinfully beautiful
Embrace me !

Every word sets of a tempest
Embrace me !
Kisses like red berries
Deadly or sugar sweet
Embrace me !
Embrace me !
I scream to someone
Who no longer seems to be here

Lonely thoughts .
Shane Leigh Jun 14

I have never been one for the rays of the sun and their fulfilling warmth – not I. I have only ever loved the cadence of the raindrops; the clashing symbols that are lightning; and the reverberating basses and baritones that are thunder. Such sounds that embrace my limbs and wrap me wholeheartedly in solitude that I find it comforting – a haunting and beautiful orchestra of but three instruments. My love for rain is nothing but earnest, if only because it reminds me of the comforts of my home. Lavish hills of green that gently fade into the languid sands of the seashores on strips of the southern coast, and abrupt drops over sheer cliffs to the sea-worn rocks towards the northern coast; and, ah, the copious forest land, with towering trees warped in crackling bark and hanging vines, swaying with the winds in the east.

Ramsha Apr 11

Life is just not about living
It is to enjoy and embrace the beautiful world around us...

Sadia Jun 4

The dark night whistles a midnight tune
As two lovers unite.
The moonlight sets a spotlight on them.
He takes her hand, and she wraps her arms around him.
Eyes locked, he carelessly whispers, "Will you sway with me?"
As the lovers' hearts come closer, as the music beats fast,
Two hearts slowly drown in love.
Both lost in each other's embrace,
He dips her under the moonlight sky.
His hands stroke her face.
The stars are the audience.
And as the music ends, he steals a passionate kiss from her.

Sun Smriti May 22

Thoughts bleed
through the ink of silence
Those are not even a verse

Hearts skip beats
To look at the lost days
The empty promises

Forgotten.

Eye-catching sunrises
Vivid sunsets
Twilight hues on the hill town
Warm breaths in hazy days
The colorful touch of dreams
Meaningless chitchats
The shimmering lights
All long gone
Yet Not-forgotten

Smiles with the eyes produce sighs only
And I wish I could write poetry
I wish I could paint everything
that is grey within.....
with the brightest colors
instead of letting them embrace lives
on the grey canvas.....

"You've come again." I said, indifferent, unbothered, unwavering.
"Yes." his voice cold, merciless, blunt, unforgiving.
"Are you here to finally accept me?" I asked him, a hint of hopefulness in my voice betrayed me.
"No, I just wanna see you." he answered coldly still.
"Isn't that a bit cruel?" I kept my response as calm as I could.

He'd do that all the time. He would mock me by coming to see me, by keeping his distance, by making sure he's just barely in my sight, by making sure I can feel his presence, by making sure that I know he won't approach me, by teasing me to come to him first.

We stayed like that for quite a moment, keeping our thoughts to ourselves, not looking at each other, keeping the suspense hanging in the air.

"I can't always hold back, you know?" I finally spoke, breaking the silence
"Then don't," his voice was even colder than before, "embrace me."
"You really are cruel." I hesitated.

I wanted to tell him, I wanted to feel him, I wanted to be with him, but I didn't want to admit it.

There's another long stretch of painful silence. He was calm though I could feel his air of anticipation. I could feel his slight impatience. I could see through the uncaring front he was putting on. He wanted the same thing as I did, yet the two of us were stubborn to let on.

I thought about how foolish this is. We both wanted to feel the touch of the other. We knew that this wouldn't happen all the time, and we knew that the next time I see him could probably be the best time to see each other or it could be too late. I knew I had to make up my mind.

After a while I could hear the sound of his cloak slowly dragging on the floor. This was it. It was then or never and so I found the courage to speak.

"Stop," I said, sounding weaker and more vulnerable than I intended, "please, stop."

He said nothing, instead he waited for me to continue. Even so, I knew his heart was racing as hard as mine.

I turned around to face the back of his head. The light from outside the door illuminated him ever so beautifully, yet the shadow it casted was eerie, unsettling even, but I braced myself.

"Take me with you," this time I sounded certain, and I was glad of it, "I don't want to do this anymore. Please, take me with you."

He turned around and looked at me straight in the eyes. It was an intense, piercing look going through my soul and for the first time since ever, he smiled. He reached out his hands and immediately I took them. They were cold, yet comforting. He pulled me closer and held me in his arms.

"Let's go." he said softly to my ears.

And so, I went with death to the other side, and it was the relief that I've always been looking for.

- Alf / 17.5.17
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