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i had moved from the bedroom a few nights earlier
i knew i wasn't escaping the giant red spider made of neon
or the spirit that awakened me by slipping into the other side of my bed
or the whispers just before fading off
no, i wasn't escaping at all
and on this night i was made aware of this fact
overtly
first the hair on the arm
then the awareness
the clarity and cognizant knowledge
of someone else
next to me
have you ever touched a low voltage fence
that surround livestock or horses
imagine a finger with that voltage
touching your ankle
then your knee
before ending at your wrist
this was no nervous twitch
no dream state imagined psychotic episode
this was my spirit friend telling me
you cannot run
you cannot hide
and you can no longer deny
my presence
this is my home
and you are my guest
now
sleep tight
I lived for 2 years in a renovated library that was built in the late 1800's. there is more to the story that I cannot reveal at this time. I am currently working on a book that is an autobiography with emphasis on my spiritual experiences among other phenomenon that came my way.
Brynn S Dec 2018
Shine against cool winter’s skin
Breath in place of crackling voice
The room has been awoken with footsteps
Behind a veil of black the eyes are left hushed
She felt him, electricity buzzed
Silently
The motions felt swift, though lingered on cress
Little glimpses, flashforwards to each motion
Sparks
Electric candlelight burns at edge
The eye of the hurricane ascended
Lifted
She felt him, his hands like silk
His touch greeted her, she fell
Into the skeleton of the room
Confined to their space of absolute
Stars outlined edges, moments left to soak
She could see without sight
Each spin of the record
Each hum of the base
Comforted by quilt, entangled in skin
Olivia Oct 2018
You used to be my favourite encounter.
I used to go to this park
And just sit on a bench
Pretending to read my book
Pretending to listen to the birds singing
Pretending to observe the nature
Pretending to take pictures.
But I was just waiting for you.
Everyday, around lunchtime, you came.
You ordered at that bar
You wrote some words
In that little notebook that you carried with you everywhere
And then you were gone.
Once, you came with someone.
He was a friend of yours I think,
He asked you what was in your notebook.
I remember that I listened carefully :
“Drawings” that’s what you said.
But I knew you were lying.
I’ve seen you, several times, writing.
Why would you lie?
When we started to talk, some months after, I asked you the same question
You had the same answer.
But then you added :
“Because for me, words are drawings.
I don’t look at what they mean
But at what they look like.”
I like encounter as a word
Because it is all *******,
You can write it at one go
But you have to raise your pen
To finish the cross on the T.
We too, were together,
But at some point we had to part,
Only to meet up the following day
In an interminable encounter.
don't really know why I wrote this one but I'm posting it anyway :) I should study for my test right now but well
She has yet to enter my life
Like a ship approaching the coast
The winds that carry her to me
Are my own thought vibrations

My thoughts about her ring out
And create waves
Bringing warm waters
To my shores

She has yet to enter my life
Like the sun on a summer's dawn
Bathing the pastures in glowing warm light
She is the warm rays in the morning of my life.
Glenn Currier Aug 2018
In the crazy busyness of the day
where electric sounds suffuse,
even a little chat is often a freeway
of words and noise.

And in the midst, he tells me
“Just be yourself.”
There I am
in the small space of silence
being undone
with nothing to say
while I wonder
what self.

A friend tells me they’re getting a divorce.
The doctor says the tests are positive.
I watch: the surge of floods taking homes and lives
or images of smoke and debris right after a bombing.
After a real serious play or movie.
In the waiting room after I hear she is going to die.

In those lonely tiny spaces
of darkness
I cannot speak.

In those aftermath moments
I am silenced.

How do I react
to being out of control
or make these things normal
or fit them into my routine ways of being me?

Silence asserts itself
like a wild animal
I cannot tame.

At these intervals
of being powerless
I hope I do not miss the chance
to humbly bow
in silence
and embrace my humanity
and smallness
in the cosmos
where it is utterly trivial
to just be my self.
In humble gratitude to Rowan Williams looking forward to his upcoming book: Being Human: Bodies, Minds, Persons.
Arcassin B Aug 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Probable and necessary to overcome and pursue you,
I know , your trust issues don't really have things to do,
but , **** in your life like every man is a disaster,
I don't do stupid **** to make you change your mind faster,

Don't you be one of those guys to try and tell me that you
care for me and end up wasting my whole time by cheating on me,
that Is what you said said said said said said said said.

Posting statuses about how you didn't mean to hurt my feelings
knowing you had all these girls on your **** phone,
hope thats not what I get get get get get get get get.

I can make it right,
show you that every man is not a *******,
Show you that the men you've dated couldn't act like this,
fill your life with love and bliss,
I can make it right,
show you that every man is not a *******,
Show you that the men you've dated couldn't act like this,
fill your life with love and bliss.

/

killing time more than we need to be seen in a pale
moonlight of desperation here,
You're a main occupation here,
drowning in my own lust i had swam just to get as far as i could,
to be a gentleman to you and your need treating you like a queen
like a should,
like Cinderella losing the slipper,
or snow white waking up from the kiss,
in our minds , in due time to make underneath the moon in pure bliss,
hey there you are ! where did you go the first time?
did my love not reach your soul and kept you lifted this time?
was i coming onto too strong because my attraction was real?
Or did we just spend this whole evening without my feelings spilled?
tell me what i did so i could fix it,
pushing towards our further sins,
pacing back and fourth like this was race , who'll finish then?
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/08/second-encounter-official.html
Arcassin B Aug 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


never done this,
this is different,let me put my cape on,
I am gifted,
flying til I locate,
All your love babe,
flying til I get to you.

kissing til the night ends,
You love the time we spend,
looking at the watch love,its time to go,
you say no baby please stay,
don't want to be alone,
let me take you on a tour,

never done this,
this is different,let me put my cape on,
I am gifted,
flying til I locate,
All your love babe,
flying til I get to you.

/


If I had more ***** then , I would made the first move,
People at my throat then , didn't have much to say,
If I ever got a hold of ya', while not being a fool,
But not talking to you in my head is the price I have to pay,
have to pay.
what is there to say?

If I would have fought for what I wanted, she wouldn't believe,
Knowing life is **** in absolute , It always is strange,
rhymes in my notebook is all I have in memory,
Of the things that got in front of me to get to you , I feel the pain,
Feel the pain.
My heart is so slain.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/08/second-encounter-official.html
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