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physical whereabouts is,
a physical science
science is science’s physical whereabouts
science capture science’s physical whereabouts
physical is physically a physical whereabouts
physical is physically a physical science
physical is physically a physical capture

respectively is respectively a whereabouts
science capture science respectively
science respectively capture science
respectively is physically respectively
respectively is physically capture
a capture of science is respectively a capture of science
science physically capture science

a physical whereabouts respectively,
is a physical whereabouts
a physical whereabouts respectively,
is a physical science
science is a physical science
science is a physical whereabouts
science respectively is a physical science
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about science is science’s capture science. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Chad Young Jan 2021
How did I walk 37 miles in 19 hours?
How did I bike 90 miles in 11 hours?
...
Inhale in nose, exhale in nose 4x
Inhale in nose, exhale in mouth 4x
Inhale in mouth, exhale in nose 4x
Inhale in mouth, exhale in mouth 4x
And repeat.

You just need enough food and water and a pair of soft and hard soled shoes.
Life's wisdom
Man Jan 2021
dying is an interesting feeling
i suppose, up till now, ive never seriously considered it
the physical sensation
guess it's cause you never really know how you'll go
it just happens, and it happens
that's it
sometimes its really slow
or very painful
lucky ones go peacefully
and for them, it's all very tranquil
though who has luck
GQ James Nov 2020
Look into your eyes and I see you,
Not all of them can see but I see,
The beauty of who you really are isn't seen,
The elegance of your beauty isn't seen,
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,
Every set of eyes are different,
What one sees another won't see.

Those thick thighs,
Them beautiful curves,
That big ****,
Is not what that caught me,
Your beautiful mind is what caught me,
Your body is what I saw,
Your mind is what keeps me.

Many have great assets,
Not many have a beautiful mind,
Intellectual connections are forever,
You can become tiresome of a big **** and smile,
The physical becomes tiresome,
The intellectual last forever,
Let's keep this moment.
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK...
r Nov 2020
1.    chapped lips turn to cracked lips, teeth marks etched into the front bottom.

2.        eyes sink with tiredness from racing late night thoughts

3.       fingernails raw, short and painful

4.   pain in your chest travels to your fingers much too quick

5.    when you leave yourself - just for a minute or two but at that point, your body has decided this for you...
tell me yours...
EmB Nov 2020
kiss me to draw out the poison
of those who came before.
Run your fingers on my skin
to erase greedy hands and stolen strokes.
Possess my body,
entrance me with your mouth,
with hungry lips and burning hands.
I’ll rise to meet you,
let my skin meld to yours,
until we’re bound together to meet
the ugliness of the world.
Spriha Kant Aug 2020
A person with physical beauty lacking
insight is like a seashell without pearl.
LL Hamilton Jul 2020
It is the absence of air - of space.
A twoness made out of oneness, that slowly becomes oneness again.

It is fire.
The light graze of HEAT along the edges of your suddenly tight knuckles. Every pore in your body falls in love in a vivid blur of life.
It's all-encompassing, like how the lazy sunset spreads and pools its searching golden fingers across every living thing, clinging to the earth.

It is a lazy ripple striating across the surface.
The stress leaving your body in waves as they rub your shoulder. It's an intense, firm awareness of every atom in your being, every breath and shift of your limbs a story waiting to be told.
It's a prison and a release when they hold your hand for the first time.

It's earthy comfort and flickering excitement. Heavy heat and grounding warmth. Lightning nerves turn to steady assurance.

Safety.
Vulnerability.
Contact.
Presence.
Love Languages Series: I. Touch
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