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#gesture
In the realm of your sleep I will not come again I'm not afraid, I'm angry I am a wandering cloud Tomorrow is a long time Someone's morning someone's afternoon It's someone's afternoon someone's evening It's the new moon in the middle of the night Or someone's morning cloud Know in my mind Only your residence If i live in everyone's mind a little What harm does it do?
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Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
Nomadic Clouds
Maybe; Deep to deep the thoughts grabs in within my mind my head grows so wax strong and heavy. What should I do? Everything is pointing to the same directions like steer vehicle arming at it dispositions. My attention is occupy fill with bravery, I'm holding fast till the end comes maybe I will or will not, How do I handle this hurdle of fluncting cause it may change at the very esteem ends my hailler igniting the focusing I shall miss you.
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Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 4:30 AM UTC
Maybe
i hope the poem that rests on your tongue, vibrant and lovely, speaks your truth. and that this truth is all your own and knows your love in its wholeness; anxiety, fright, happiness included. that the object of your desire, human and beautiful, meets you where you rest, and loves you with the same heat and kindness that you deserve. and that you grow from the experience of wanting beyond your selfish heart, into something that only wants the best for another, for no reason other than their happiness with or without you.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 10:13 PM UTC
love embodied in word and deed
i came back to see the notifications but you left a message which made my day
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Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 7:14 PM UTC
message.
I knew when your hand brushed my collar, removing a thread, and removing all doubt
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
Brushed
And may be Honoring the spirit It's hard to believe From distance Afar There, always The Moon Remains Kind And The Sun Confesses The light in me Is you No wonder They give us a sign We are what We think I guess
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Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Gesture
Those eyes that stare Share stories That no words could tell It’s in a gesture In a slant of the shoulder In the weight of a sigh
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Sigh
Honey tastes slow, glowing like amber Trapping touch in a heady crush of warm Nestling between my ******* where sweat pools, delicate Dipping fingers into pots, swirling, lingering Licking the syrupy sweetness Craving the rose scented dark and the musk You, above me like summer Creating me from the flesh of your hands Describe me with your kisses, unwrap me with whispers Suspend the rules of us between my lips Breathe your will into words that glint with Consequence, etching heat into flesh Charge the oxygen around us with sweet almostpain That draws out my ghosts, blood over flames Leading the Moon out into the depths, into the crevasse Wallowing in my softest curves as you Follow me down to the forest bed and Claim my world as your Fetish And if I open to your insistence, slowly unlaced Kiss me in obscenity until I speak in tongues Silence me with your sternest hand of fire on flesh Bring my bruises to boil beneath your gaze while l, Shyly revealed by your voice, Try to cover my eggshells and hush my moans You, beneath me like summer The seed will grow where l place my kisses Divining water from your ancient well Suckling the slick pomegranate flesh Until the star on your forehead is burning Shudderfall down into night, into my storm Collide in me, where the clouds are heavy with rain and lust Leading the Moon down into the depths, into the crevasse Melding desire with Fate as you Meet me down on the forest floor and Claim my love as your Fetish Wrap my body in silken cords that sing of you Handfast beyond gesture My flesh, your manifesto Fetish
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
Fetish
Honey tastes slow, glowing like amber Trapping touch in a heady crush of warm Nestling between my ******* where sweat pools, delicate Dipping fingers into pots, swirling, lingering Licking the syrupy sweetness Craving the rose scented dark and the musk You, above me like summer Creating me from the flesh of your hands Describe me with your kisses, unwrap me with whispers Suspend the rules of us between my lips Breathe your will into words that glint with Consequence, etching heat into flesh Charge the oxygen around us with sweet almostpain That draws out my ghosts, blood over flames Leading the Moon out into the depths, into the crevasse Wallowing in my softest curves as you Follow me down to the forest bed and Claim my world as your Fetish And if I open to your insistence, slowly unlaced Kiss me in obscenity until I speak in tongues Silence me with your sternest hand of fire on flesh Bring my bruises to boil beneath your gaze while l, Shyly revealed by your voice, Try to cover my eggshells and hush my moans You, beneath me like summer The seed will grow where l place my kisses Divining water from your ancient well Suckling the slick pomegranate flesh Until the star on your forehead is burning Shudderfall down into night, into my storm Collide in me, where the clouds are heavy with rain and lust Leading the Moon down into the depths, into the crevasse Melding desire with Fate as you Meet me down on the forest floor and Claim my love as your Fetish Wrap my body in silken cords that sing of you Handfast beyond gesture My flesh, your manifesto Fetish
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In the silence of the night In a serenity of mind With gesture Without any word The Moon tends to change The state of mind Offering a secret message “Never overdue happiness” In the journey of thought Most of us Lose all the senses Some recovers, SANE Most remains, INSANE
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
Secret Message
when the moment is tight pause goes too long feelings is awkward do the gesture show all the stupidity of being the human
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
a futile and stupid gesture
letting it go too far over whispering lines none too sober deep into superficial radical concerns but the comfort theme overall well stirred fulfilling holes by plain symbolic gestures miming intentions in meaningless false truths– eyes on the pistol, the cure as a symbol.
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
The cure
Where are your pieces? A touch will fix it Your stillness turns me Violent with anticipation Direct me towards you I won't mind the way A gesture to peal my skin Spread my emotions Draw in the atmosphere Bring the art of love Straight in to you Sign the masterpiece Inside you
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
Gestures
Let's be honest here, On this enlightened day. Here I stand in fear, Not exactly sure what I should say. I stand before you, Trembling in fright, My sad reality has come true, As I keep my composer with all my might. Look, yes, I make mistakes, More than most seems, I know I made your heart ache, But know it haunts my dreams. You are my friend, And this friendship I don't want to end, Because of my stupidity, My dishonesty And certainly my arrogance. Here I stand before you, Asking, begging, for forgiveness. A request, not an order. A true mess of an offer. But yet here I still stand, Holding out my hand, A gesture that I hope for you to take. A gesture to mend the broken pieces. A gesture of a friend. A gesture I hope for you to take.
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
I Stand, Giving a Gesture.
My Foe cluttered down the pit He painstakingly dug for me          To pitch down             Head first                *              *                  *              *              V              V
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
Double Victory
Oh where did I go? "What a shame!" They'd all say as I'd sit Waving my white flag "I hope you feel better!" One always blurts out With eyes of pity and curiosity Creeping over my being What a terribly awful gesture You see I too hope I'll feel better Oh but please tell me How can one do so When all that surrounds are onlookers
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
A Terribly Awful Gesture
See a familiar name on a birthday card My parents hand me one that I soon discard They didn't write a thing on the envelope But that's better than giving me false hope Their envelope is full of lovely gifts Not an empty gesture, at least I don't think (so) Because they know that she's a memory And I am grateful but that won't stop me
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Birthday Cards
he's like monday loathed, but still attended to he walks like passion he talks like passion he gestures like passion he does everything with passion i hope he'd have for me
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
monday
You are the sigh in every moment the wish in every breath the dream in every gesture the hope that stills regret. You fill my days with visions my nights with thoughts aflow'r i find myself whisp'ring plans and counting down the hours. ...but still, through this, i wonder: what do You see in me...? i feel as though Your touch amends my lack of symmetry.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Thoughts...
*That irrational gesture of love had cut the strings of the heart, and I knew that nothing would have been as before.*
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
Untitled
In one gesture, a simple motion you reaching for me, a millisecond. Everything I was fighting to hold in, came pouring out. Each cracked piece of me broke apart, all I was looking for was found in that moment and lost again as soon as it was over. Somehow you’re always everything I need and nothing that I want. At least I know I’m not the only one asking about you. If just your fingertips can rattle my bones, imagine what your whole body could do. I’ll just continue not to notice this power you have over me, letting it break down into pieces so I can rebuild not to need you, only want you. I won’t let you win, this time.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Unknown Remedy 2/2/14