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Nicole 4d
She closes her eyes and dreams
Dance sequences, walks on bitter nights with coldness on her breath and *******
And she hardly even realizes
That her dreams were right there
Planted in front of her
The whole time
Because her eyes are closed.
She just needed to open them.
Nathalie Sep 15
The ocean flows
with emotional
fluidity and arrives
at its destination
without competition
or force
It gives itself
without resistance
and simply follows
the current or the tides
effortlessly.

~Nathalie

an empty
suitcase
sits before me
waiting
to be packed

i gather necessities
first
toothbrush
toothpaste
deodorant
chapstick
and such

then a book
three books
pens
paper
etc.

but i can't avoid
what comes
next

clothes

for one
two
three
weeks

three
unknown weeks

i bite my nails
to the
bed
and
pace

back
and
forth

hoping to
soothe
my indecisive
genderfluid
***

this is
not
a
crisis


i tell myself

even as an
empty suitcase
sits before me
waiting
to be
packed
trying to pack clothes is hard
two doors
confront me

both have a blue circle
but
one has a figure wearing
a skirt

the other has a figure
without a skirt

they are labeled
women's
and
men's

sometimes
the choice is easy

when i wear a skirt
i walk
confidently
into the door
that was
made
for my entry

when i don't
i look in the door
to make sure
there is no one
to see
to misunderstand
to judge
and then go about
my business
wishing i didn't
have
to worry

but today
i am neither
so i run into the wall
between them
wishing there was a
door
that i would
fit through
False Poets Feb 2015
the mathematical statement in fluid mechanics that, for a fluid passing through a tube in a steady flow, the mass flowing through any section of the tube in a unit of time is constant**

instantaneous our love defined,
a fluid mechanic in the realm of ethereal,
where unlimited immeasurable undefinable

mass time flow sweat pulse anger forgive caress kind

quantifiable terms of our equation unique
in this poem
no waxing poetic,
excellent pure licked lips
are quantums and quarks visualized
though invisible the flow constant per unit of time from
initial good morning kiss to intemperate
indulgent good night conclusions
submitted here for your
analytical digression importuned

the square root of the continuity equation's solution
is
.......
I was thinking
A thought

That turned into flashes
of grandeur, greatly mundane, yet profound storytelling
of the conscious mind's eye

Yet, I fall into the trap of tracing and chasing
the dream ...

I fall into the trance of
tracing back, a transient feel
yet, feeling so out of place

Placed - here, and here I hear it
A thought, that became a stream of opening
That fluidness of it's true nature
of becoming a story - that never happened

- Yet, feels like reality -

I wake up
And think about my memories of my day to day experience
I see them like I see my dreams
I can NOT distinguish between one or the other (in past tense)

Yet, there is something so real
Yet, fake about a memory
Because a dream is rememebered the same way as a memory

That is the fine line, I constnalty walk upon
Dream/Reality remeberence
Rest assured that you are wanted.
At any given time and place.

Rest assured that yours is the only face that can soothe my soul.
Even if it is sick or sad or flawless and perfect.

Beauty is not a static state of seeing.
But more a fluid feeling that stays constant.

So, whatever you are is is exactly what I desire.
Whatever you look like is exactly what I want, need, long to see.

Always.
Madeon Jan 20
I will caress you the same way
how to caress me
amniotic fluid sea
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