#clench
Curving fingers
Tear streaks
Toned words,
Tracing around
The curve of my heart
Seeping words
And the thoughts
Attached...
Tracing the
Unique troughs
And crevices:
Modelling the
Sensation of
Clenching
Swirling..
.
These sensations
Aren't foreign
To my mind
Even if the
Feeling is
Or isn't;
Almost tangible
And
Yet
I
Clench
Stop
Freeze
I am
Stuck in place
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
The moon danced on our fingertips
Clenched in our fists
If it wasn’t for this
I’d be hypnotized by your kiss
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
Listen to the voices that you hear at night
Listen to the whispers at 3 a.m.
Listen to the words that pop up when you're alone
And most importantly believe these voices
Clench to them deeply and
Trust
Them All
The Way
...
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
Today I drove past your house,
For a moment I thought I would scream,
For a moment I thought I knocked on your door,
Just like in my dreams.
The road felt like my own veins, winding throughout my body to keep me moving, to keep me alive.
I pull over,
Turn off the engine,
Hands tense around the steering wheel.
Eyes closed, I am taken back to the midnight conversations and coffee orders and that photo of us.
Oh, that photo of us.
Suddenly, I am home.
Sitting in my driveway, the time has passed me like a summer’s love affair: quick and disappointing. My knuckles clench until they glow white.
Nothing can change how I feel,
No highway hypnosis or holistic home remedy can heal this hurt.
Today I drove past your house and
Suddenly, I’m home.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
It's two a.m. and I'm lying in bed
trying to get to sleep
trying to get to you
or maybe to things that used to be
I lie wide awake
looking into the darkness
my mind is static
blank but buzzing
with thoughts
with feelings
with memories
The window is open
my feet are sticking out
they're as cold as the tight clench of my heart at the thought of you
I cover to warm up
but the iciness remains
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
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Hold your religion
tightly in your fist
Clench it often.
-R.
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
Tight frayed nerves
Agitation lives in my veins
The pain in my hands keeps me awake
Begging the dark to put me at ease
Pushing consciousness away
Please make it go away
Relieve my tight skin and stifled breath
Panic clenching my lungs in its fist
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
/
/
//
Love is in the vortex water now,
While struggling
Still risen on clenched hand of dreams,
Yet Possession-
//
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
Golden strands still wafting
slowly down from the rafters
that I held you pressed
against whilst pushing
passion into minutes, maybe
time enough to see her
the goddess,
releasing her mind
embracing the sky
rhythm stretching fabric
making minutes into hours
upon
hours in which I've watched
as she grew , like the tide
I know I've seen
time decide
in the past,
the present,
and now in her eyes
the horrible knowledge
lingers the ever doubtful
promise of lies
she sees now that I
was destined to be
the one I've left behind.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC