#expressive
o, giddy flame, why lead thou me so far away?
long into the night and far into the waters have i sought your solace.
yet, not a thing have i found that will this darkness keep at bay.
why do you elude me so?
o, sweet igni, why keep thou to thyself thy precious light?
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
A poem to start my journey of verse;
A life with no words would surely be worse.
To express your joys and woes in this way,
Can change the mood of any a-day.
So forgive me if this is a little bit trite
But I hope for my first one, you'll think it's alright. :)
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
Painting abstract and expressive
often on formats quite impressive
when my use of red is too excessive
I get agitated and feel a bit aggressive
might as well do my taxes, so depressive
then I start tidying or other things obsessive
eventually a cup of tea can feel decompressive
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 5:00 AM UTC
I hear a voice
Screaching noise
Is it in or outside my head?
Is it mad?
Is it sad?
Is it my brain
Or my heart that's dead?
Well ill cut it out
Slice it up
Take it out to the back
To the streets
To the thugs
Pass it off as ****
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me now?
Ill shine my shoes
and get my coat
They'll never know
Ill be on top
Be a rock
Be the star of the show.
Am I experiencing reality yet?
Well this is what
Staying up til 5 am does
Ive got an itch that I cant scratch
Im covered in membrane and dust.
Sharpin my knife
Dont think twice
Ill disect the top layer
Take out the bad
Leave the good
But then there is
Nothing there
At all.
Try to put
It back in
But it doesn't fit
So ill serve it on a hot plate
Let you take it all in.
How's it taste?
Whats it like?
Don't ask the price.
Is it hot?
Does it burn?
Does it stick to your tounge?
You can't afford it anyway.
You cant afford it anyway.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
Haven't wrote in a while my
words stutteringggggg.....
repeating the words
before that
duplicating expressive
alterations.
that sounded different!
A particular vibrant diversity,
worded, formulated..
effectively resonating, echoing
in the same flow that seems different
but cascading within contrasting similarity's..
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
When we left the icy land to drown in the scent of the bustling city, the streets were rippling with hearts stealing. There is no quiet in the bustling city nor winter, so there is no place for any cold word or heavy souls. Everything here smiles, the eyes are filled with incense and colors, and mouths have hymns. In the sweet moments here, you can't find anything but amazing moments and deep stories. Colorful lights paint the walls and cheeks and bloom with henna on the hands. I cannot forget that tree-covered road caressing our heads and the skyscraper that stands at the heart of an enchanting beach.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
it envelopes me
like the ocean,
i sink slowly,
it's dark
and becomes darker
until everything is black,
my face is wet,
it tastes like this ocean,
my eyes close
as the darkness grabs me
and clings to me
and whispers to me,
i am nothing
and i am sorry,
it drags me deeper
until i am no more,
it's dark,
but this ocean feels so warm
around me
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
i fall,
i see the sky
that i longed for,
so dark,
but filled with light,
it drifts from me
as if to avoid me,
my tears
fall up
and leave me,
my limbs, too,
detach,
i become nothing
again,
it hurts,
my chest hurts,
i cant breathe,
something flys away
and I am empty,
i'm sorry
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
I'm dubious,
I will never know what life brings for me.
Some days, I believe in my abilities and
Moments later, my other mind will interrogate me.
Who am I and what do I bring by existing?
I will never know since I'm so doubtful.
Doubtful of all the beautiful things in life.
Especially love, since I don't exist
To love anymore.
If we're not here to love, what are we here for?
If we can barley live, why are we living after all.
Maybe one day I'll find my path,
But for now, I'll continue to be in a quandary.
n.n
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
"You have the most expressive eyes," you said.
Sigh. I believed you.
I still don't know...
Is it the reflection of every bit of me
from my secrets no words could unfold
to my shallow happiness, a given sight to behold;
Or is it the sparkles you knew you brought
that I without a second thought would admit,
with certainty that you and I would fit
That you loved more about me.
You'll never know...
With the same glass you used to read me through
I memorized and engraved your complexity
on tissue folds and pumped blood within me;
With the stares that met and laid us both naked,
deep, hard and unstoppable I fell;
but your heart remained calm and still
I ended up hiding and locking myself up in a shelf.
"You have the most expressive eyes," I should say.
It was goodbye; I cried.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
My friend.
You came into my room so distressed,
The musicians you loved had all been depressed
And you wondered if you might turn out the same as them,
Play the same sad songs, drink whisky and smoke.
With all the dysphoria took over compassion
Your clothes got expressive, you'd changed your fashion
You accepted you'd sit in you chair with old age
And read all the books, and imagine taking to stage.
But for now you sat beside me and said let's not be scared
You re-assured me of the life you most feared
Somehow this comforted both your mind and mine,
Dark looks for dark, it must be hard to be blind.
We shall meet again someday, you said. Doubtful.
As we walked past all the towering oak trees, so tall
And the more you had to leave the less help I could lend
Your violin still plays melodies which I can't quite comprehend.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
CAN YOU HEAR ME
CAN YOU SEE IT ?
THE RISE IN THE DARK.
CAN YOU HEAR IT ?
THE SOUND SO DESIRABLE THAT CREATES A SPARK.
CAN YOU TASTE IT?
THE DRIPPINGS SO SLICK.
CAN YOU FEEL IT ?
THE RIPPING SO THICK.
SO YOU WANT ME ?
SO RED AND SO TENDER.
DO YOU NEED ME ?
THE FEEL OF MY GENDER.
DO YOU FEEL ME ?
THE SQUIRM OF MY FLEX.
DO YOU SEE ME ?
THE DESIRE FROM YOUR ***
DO YOU HEAR ME ?
SO WET AND COMPLETE.
WILL YOU FEEL ME ?
SO READY AND SO DEEP.
WILL YOU HEAR ME ?
SAY I NEED YOU TO WRAP INTO ME.
WILL YOU TASTE ME ?
SO DESIRED AND SO FREE.
WILL YOU WANT ME ?
WHEN I NEED YOU TO BE.
SO CAN YOU HEAR ME ?
WHEN YOUR INSIDE OF ME.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
UNTIL NEXT TIME
THE PRESENCE OF YOUR BEING
PLACED UP AGAINST MY BACKSIDE
CAUSES A BIT OF EXCITEMENT
THAT MY BODY CAN’T JUSTIFY
FROM JUST A SINGLE TOUCH
FROM YOU AND YOUR UNSEEING
MY BODY TREMBLES DEEP INSIDE
AND MY GENDER BECOMES SO REVEALING
I TURN AND WRAP MY LEGS AROUND
AND USE YOU LIKE A CLUTCH
THE FEELING IN MY BODY STARTS TO TRAVEL
I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE IT
OR IF IT’S JUST TO MUCH
THE SLICKNESS MY BODY’S REVEALING
BECOMES LIKE A FLUID GUIDE.
YOUR ARMS GLIDING MY EVER GENTLE MOVEMENT.
AS WE INTERTWINE
YOU SLOWLY TAKE YOUR GENDER
AND PUT IT INSIDE OF MINE
TO REACH YOUR IMMENSE INDUCEMENT
WITH YOUR HARDNESS BURIED INTO MINE
AS I SHAPE INTO THE PERFECT FORM OF YOU
SO ACCEPTING AND AGREEING
BANGING THE WALLS INSIDE
I GRADUALLY ACCEPT YOUR FREEING
WE RISE TOGETHER IN THIS MOMENT
MY BEING BEGINS TO SHATTER
THIS IS A PLACE OF EVERLASTING BLISS
AND NOTHING BESIDES THIS SEEMS TO EVEN MATTER
MY BEING SHATTERS AS I START TO INCLINE
THE COMBINED MOVEMENT OF US TWO
THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR SWELL
TELLS ME WE’RE NOT THROUGH
AND IN THE SHADOWS I CAN SEE
YOUR EYES LOCKING INTO MINE
MY SOUL WANTING TO BE BURIED
AND MY HIGH IS CLIMBING AGAIN INSIDE
YOUR EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE SHORT LIVED
YOUR BODY SO CLOSE TO MINE
FOREVER YOU ARE APART OF ME
YOUR BODY IS SOMETHING I STRIVE
AS YOU LAY YOUR LIPS UPON MINE
AND WE SAY OUR LAST GOODBYES
YOU ARE FOREVER SPECIAL TO ME
REMEMBER, UNTIL NEXT TIME
BY JENNIFER WOLFE
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
BLUE VOICE
I am nothing but a boat its wing has a very bewitching tales I can't tell you their secrets. When the blue voice showed me its intangible soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy blue rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are fogy seas of the blue voice, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger has drowned totally in the blue.
SLIVERY VOICE
I was not a chanter, but I could not sit on our tree bough when my grandfather had used to talk about the bright birds and the lucent horses of the sliver voice. There were cities of veiled winds their whispers touch our window with a delightful smile, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket silvery fairies but our land is the daughter of the silver voice so you always find my daily chant; "oh the sliver voice, get my whishes on your wings and shelter my dream in the delicious midday. I am just a totally compliant and smooth southern child sits on that bough with sliver chants in his pocket."
PINK VOICE
I am not platonic, but I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice. Do you see the colored vociferous wedding? Its naked soul is a fragrance of the coquette eyelids of the pink voice. When your eyes see the momentary waves of the pink voice, at that time, you will remember my words, and you will feel hardly the remote carnivalesque lands of my dispersed corners. Yes, I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice, but I am a southern farmer knows everything about its dreamy smiles and hidden wishes.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
Sunflowers bloom
They shine
Like faces
After a honeymoon!
O the shine
Moon gets
From his Sun
So does it
Blooms when the
Sun rises
Faces away when it sets
Doesn't ask for anything
From the Sun
Except for sunshine
Is it that
The sunflower calls
O dear Sun
Rise,awake
I need to rise
And when the Sun sets,
She says
O bye,dear
I need to bear
Another night
Of facing away
O the moonlight
Does not suit me
He is like me
He gets his glow
From you
You are,so
His cause as you're mine
So why should I leave you
And set a saga with him
He waxes and wanes
And is very'light'
Unlike you
Vigorous and radiant
Why shouldn't I be you?
What would the Sun reply
Does he shy
Does he act Herculistic
What do you say
Do you find someone
In this scene?
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
floating in a sea of falling snowflakes,
the bitter cold entwines to me so pleasantly.
a soul starts sinking to such bitter mistakes,
life is a graceful tidal wave of unpredictable misery.
eyes closed,
untouched within,
the outside is always open
the gentle breeze invites itself in.
hearts break from this safe haven like wildfire,
all the pieces scatter on the delicate cold surface.
air tightens when walking this irrational frozen wire,
hot and cold swirl together as we resurface.
feet lifted,
mellow pace,
ashes from the winter air appear in our place.
paint drips in the snow like a delicate snow-angel made of glass,
it's intentions are vivid though it's presence seemed colorless,
insides fill like watercolor into the true colors of a canvass,
eyes brighten deep to gaze into the soul filled with new purpose
.
the canvas has been watered,
paint drops down our skin.
art appears,
our hearts start to fill in.
colors brighten,
the center darkens.
the canvas gives new life,
hearts are not forgotten.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
*We've lived to expressed those wonders
we thought and felt,
in the depths of our emotional journey,
our words sours
in highs and lows.
-
a fine balance
at crucial times
equally stable
in fate and its tales.
-
essence of time
solidify our strength
through choices predicts our
future yet more often
never to the exact extent.
-
our old sheets may fade
and our ink might run dry
we should never
lose ourselves
even the smallest
drop of hope
creates big ripples.
*
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
Im aiming to be
more blatantly free and creative
a characteristic of mine that's a happy belated now that I face that it's stated,
I'm faded.
In and out of the working collective,
consciousness
and I know now that I'm calm and collected.
The docs have told me
that my brain is infected
I've got a disease that causes me to be hectic and reckless
when it comes to fighting my pessimist 'X's
& if you don't like it then fine there's the exit.
Exotic.
Message.
I'm out here
messin.
You say you're woke but you flexin
I exist only to test it.
Are you with or without us?
You say you're enlightened
that third eye's open and widened
but are you REALLY about it?
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
*Echo of a silent scream
a melancholic scream
a scream no one can hear
but the silence itself
and those lost within the silence
a silent scream
licking at your skin
in a soft breeze as it echoes
origin of the silent scream
no one knows
a silent scream of mercy, perhaps
graceful yet dreadful
it drifts along cold sea shores
under the light of the moonlight
through the ancient mystical forests
unheard by trapped minds
yet heard by those lost within the silence
heard by the ones set free
drifting as if they were this silent scream*
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
Do not bring your light into the dark.
It is not meant to be seen though;
It is meant to be felt through.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Fragments
of abandoned dreams
swirl and slither
in between.
My mind
has been infected
and severed.
Temptation blinds me
and I fail
to see your objective.
For all I know
you may never truly leave.
You control me
you own me.
You've infected me
warped my thoughts
and yet
I still let you in.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
*A dead man once told me to open my mind to the pretend "fore soon they become real."
He told me to open my heart to the forgotten "fore they too have an appeal."
Upon the ghostly white face of that dead man, eyes of pure gold,
His white body stood tall and lanky, the touch of dead flesh grew cold.
I opened my mind and began to see clear reality,
My heart opened wide to find those forgotten knew the truth of actuality.
I asked him why he blessed me with this knowledge, wishing me off so well,
He told me how he had not know, causing him to fall to a death more unpleasant than Hell.
That somber dead man then fled to his grave,
Just as he vanished he whispered "Be brave."
I pass on this event to tell you all,
Open your mind and heart or soon you too shall fall.*
❥
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
And all the "I love you's"he said,
She knew would turn to "I loved you" one day.
❥
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC