#flustered
our clothes,
our tattered clothes
are torn up and frayed,
unsightly and stained
the bindings are strained,
they fit no longer
the hemming gave 'way,
they hold no longer
our feet,
our blistered feet
are cut up, in pain,
aching, inflamed
their will's been bent,
they heave no longer
their life's been spent,
they move no longer
our hearts,
our hollowed hearts
are battered and bruised,
worn out and used
all has been drained,
they bleed no longer
their thumping has waned,
they beat no longer
our hopes,
our shattered hopes
are blackened and greyed,
broken, dismayed
all has been lost,
we hope no longer
we're wont to last,
we yearn no longer
our souls,
our flustered souls
are darkened and swayed,
lost and derailed
their glow's been dulled,
they shine no longer
their flow's been culled,
they live no longer
our hands,
our calloused hands,
tho' wounded and gashed,
hardened and bashed
are all we have to show at the end of the day...
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC
our clothes,
our tattered clothes
are torn up and frayed,
unsightly and stained
the bindings are strained,
they fit no longer
the hemming gave 'way,
they hold no longer
our feet,
our blistered feet
are cut up, in pain,
aching, inflamed
their will's been bent,
they heave no longer
their life's been spent,
they move no longer
our hearts,
our hollowed hearts
are battered and bruised,
worn out and used
all has been drained,
they bleed no longer
their thumping has waned,
they beat no longer
our hopes,
our shattered hopes
are blackened and greyed,
broken, dismayed
all has been lost,
we hope no longer
we're wont to last,
we yearn no longer
our souls,
our flustered souls
are darkened and swayed,
lost and derailed
their glow's been dulled,
they shine no longer
their flow's been culled,
they live no longer
our hands,
our calloused hands,
tho' wounded and gashed,
hardened and bashed
are all we have to show at the end of the day...
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
I
Wa s
T oo
F l us t er e d
T o to wr I te tOd ay
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 9:24 PM UTC
unique and divergent
unearthing the curses
i am to be studied
omnipresent burdens
burning at both ends, keep working
keep hurting, keep turning
the pages of the holy book
hoping nobody looks
when a single tear spills down my cheek
florescent fish flustered by the hook
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 12:41 PM UTC
I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,
disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast
.
I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,
disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast
.
I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,
disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
My beloved
You make me for get my chores, the fact that I have a brain instead of a heart
Belove
I fantasize about kissing you, your touch, having *** with you, sleeping with you
Beloved
All I want is your smiling eyes, tender kisses and your gentleness
محبوبي
أنت تجعلني أنجز أعمالي الروتينية ، حقيقة أن لدي دماغًا بدلاً من قلب
محبوب
أتخيل تقبيلك ، لمستك ، ممارسة الجنس معك ، النوم معك
محبوب
كل ما أريده هو عيناك المبتسمتان ، قبلاتك الرقيقة ووداعتك
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
a soft look, was drawn to my direction
blushed cheeks, came towards me; that filled my madness
a single touch, in every part that i could handle from you
letting, every part of you in me..
just to repeat the moment
again.
and again.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
You make my heart hurt. I'm not going to be all poetic and say, "Oh how I long to be with you." I am simply going to say, "I love being around you."
My stomach does triple flips when I'm around you and sometimes I wonder how I manage to not spontaneously toss my cookies when I see you.
My heart thinks it is a metronome, a broken one for that matter. My heart thinks it has the stability to beat faster than 250 bpm (maybe someday it'll realize that it can't).
My brain constantly forgets what day of the week it is, or what time I'm supposed to take my medicine, but miraculously it remembers your birthday, your least favorite color, and your middle name.
Lastly, my soul is unsure of so many things; which way is right and how to face the things which I fear, but the one thing my soul is set on, is you.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
Sew your ideals behind your ear and stitch your wishes above your heart
Beware you'll never get what you want
The flames will blow out before the candles even lit
Hold on my friend your speeding towards a deadend
Light always casts shadows but shadows never see the light
Choking on pride because it's to hard to swallow gets you nowhere fast
Open your lungs
Cool your flustered cheeks
If you rant till your lips are numb the things worth hearing flutter out mute
Swallow your swollen pride
For it has not a use but to bruise the inflated ego
Walking handstands on raw palms while longing for a spotlight that has been burned out for years
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Jaded from your viciously captivating smiles,
Ubiquitous yet blurred and vague,
Stinging pain from this weird emotion,
Thank you for the greeting,
It made me happy just by seeing blue and white,
Naivete has taken over me, flustered red.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
I woke up flustered,
as I remembered
In my dream,
We were dancing in sheets
High on each other,
we created steam.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
I want you to touch me
Press your lips against mine
I'm feeling flustered,
But I won't hide...
If you'd just touch me,
I might lose my mind.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
my eyes are red
as im laying in bed
im remembering what you said
so many thoughts of mine are left unsaid,
but i couldn't tell you why
even if i tried
sometimes it's just hard to decide
if these words I find sound just right.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
It takes little more than a kind word
To carry me through a month
To hold me up against battle
To force me, against trials, to triumph.
It takes little more than genuine praise
To burn a soul to memory
To lose all sense of proper speech
To fly unbound and freely.
And with a word comes a smile
I can't get it off my face
With a word comes gratitude
So potent my hands shake.
With a word comes a flattered feeling
That blossoms just under my ribs
With a word comes a jittery, happy panic
On which I cannot put a lid.
I laugh boisterously
I forget my usual frown
With a word I am lifted
And I will never come back down.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC