#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?
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
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.
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 4:30 AM UTC
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.
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 10:13 PM UTC
i came back to see
the notifications
but you left a message
which made my day
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 7:14 PM UTC
I knew when your hand brushed my collar,
removing a thread,
and removing all doubt
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
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
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
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
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
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
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
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
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
when the moment is tight
pause goes too long
feelings is awkward
do the gesture
show all the stupidity of being the human
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
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.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
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
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
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.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
My Foe cluttered down the pit
He painstakingly dug for me
To pitch down
Head first
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V
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
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
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
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
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
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
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
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.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
*That irrational gesture of love
had cut the strings of the heart,
and I knew that nothing
would have been as before.*
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
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.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC