#muscle
No, I didn’t eat enough protein today---
the eggs sat shy in their carton,
the chicken stayed frozen in its silver coat.
My body, I know, is a frugal accountant,
noting each deficit with a quiet reproach.
But I did think of you
with enough intensity
to generate new muscle tissue
in my heart.
I picture the fibers braiding themselves in the dark,
a quiet cardiac lace being knitted
from the sheer tensile patience
of missing your face.
The ventricles, learning to flex
around the shape of your name,
a new kind of hypertrophy,
a sweet, sustainable strain.
Forget the quinoa, the measured scoop of powder,
the careful arithmetic of repair.
Today, my heart got stronger
by the sheer weight of your ghost
sitting gently in its chair.
So if you feel a deeper thump against my ribs tonight,
don’t be alarmed.
It’s just the fresh, involuntary muscle
I grew from the warm-up sets
of thinking of you.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 1:35 PM UTC
There once was a man who would dance
Any style he would give a chance
But, when doing the hustle
He did pull a muscle
And blew out the back of his pants
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
You learned how to starve me
Without letting me leave the table
You trained me to mistake
Famine for devotion
And still
I kept swallowing the scraps
You don't understand
What it means to hold a body that
Beats itself ****** trying to
Keep you alive inside of it
Stress turns muscle into glass
That can only be shattered
And I've been shattering
Everyday you've said "I don't know"
Do you know what it feels like
To drown upright in a room while
The person you love forgets you
Exist?
You talk about car oil
About money
About Ireland
Anything to avoid acknowledging
The countdown to my own collapse
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
As I raise my morning coffee cup
my right bicep muscle flexes
and my right forearm muscles flex
and I am
enjoying
my muscles flexing;
I play
a music video
on my kitchen television
and dance
around my kitchen
flexing every muscle
in my body
and I am
experiencing
Muscle-Flexing-Joy.
Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
Practice patience,
Or you will always have less of it.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
If I grew wings
would you stab them
with pins
and add me
to your collection?
If I grew fins
would your interest
in me
culminate in a classroom
dissection?
If I grew muscle
would a vivisection
suffice
or would you first crush my strength
within an iron vise?
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
The heart is a
muscle.
And to grow
stronger,
A muscle needs to
break.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
It's true,
muscle memory
is real and this heart
remembers
you.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
The people we truly Love never leave us.
There will always be imprints on our Hearts
made by them.
And when we choose to Love again
It's like muscle memory
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
Tides were turning,
are we going upstream or downstream,
not sure,
are the clouds darkening or clearing up,
not sure of that either.
Can a blind oarsman
steady his ship?
Can a rudderless ship
survive the storm?
Heart’s not a sheet of glass
to be broken by a pebble
thrown by a passerby.
Strength of the muscle is in its wisdom.
Anoint it with intuition.
Losing the knights
may erode a powerhouse, yet
castling the king side,
will build an impenetrable fortress
with lowly pawns.
King will rule.
Kingdom will reign.
Remember.
You are not the only
one on this type of a boat.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
a heart is not a bone,
i suppose it can not be broken .
it's a muscle,
strained far beyond its proper use .
it does not work the same anymore,
honestly
i'd be surprised
if it wanted to work at all .
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
Hot steel
The tighter your big and **** muscles, the stronger the ****** tension in me, from your mega powerful beauty of brutal sexuality. The sculpture of your perfect body was sculpted by the gods of eroticism, rock and rap. **** but hot steel that melts from the heat of love and arousal. You awaken in me the brutal call of lust, the animal that dominates in my mind, heart, soul, ***** passion, mixed with sensual tenderness of an endless stream of love and lust, my whole body is scarred from your claws of passion after hard *** I am completely bound by a passion for you. An unstoppable hunger for *** overwhelms my mind when I examine you, cling to your body shapes like a **** pillow. The whole nervous system is full of love and irresistible attraction. With sincere tenderness, I reach only for you alone. Light as a snowflake, tender as a feather, dreamy as a flying fluff, an ideal barbie goddess, God is so hot, how hot, unbearably **** is so beautiful that I am embarrassed to look into your gorgeous eyes for a long time, as if a sultry lioness is looking at me with the terrible hunger of lust in the soul, with the royal face of arrogant greatness. The **** car of my dreams, with perfect shapes like a super sports car, the speedometer of love and excitement, and makes ***** just rolls over from speed hyper, everything melts and spreads, everything except your perfect body. Well, just mmmmm) well, just wow. I want to start a slide show with your photos or videos and watch the whole day on the span you are my **** hot fetish, you are a song that has been loved all my life, my whole consciousness and subconscious mind is saturated with love for you. Losing you is like losing life itself, my soul moans with pleasure from looking at your body, I get internal ******* from love, my brains don’t even think when I look at you, the bewitching endless bottomless depth of beauty immerses you like a powerful magnet in deep hypnosis lovingly ****** obsession with you I see nothing but you, the magic of your pleasure for my eyes and psyche and glistens in the light with a sugar sparkle and beckons to caress you for days on end I would have had *** with you until the elders , you are next to me, my brains and ***** are just mega excited and ***** it’s getting hotter like in a sauna, and you are becoming more and more sultry and hot in your eyes the fire of debauchery is burning and this makes your eyes super **** you're sexier and hotter than the temptation, sultry, torrid sexier than the feeling of lust. You are more beautiful than any queen of the empress, actress, singer, **** actress, alien, goddess. For me, you are the goddess of the Internet, media, the queen of any beauty contest, fabulously magically beautiful. When I see you I just have the most powerful ******** explosion of the psyche from love and excitement, my libido just aggressively growls from your body shapes, billions and billions of men fight for your love, your beauty is above blue bloods, any aristocracy, thoughts about you are romantic, sweet sweet eroticism of true love - ****** fantasy from the perfection of your beauty. A passionate cat who sleeps sweetly only in my arms of love, covered like a veil by my wings.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
At the end of the day , it's just you curled within you , within you ,
with your thoughts floating ,
even with all this gravity.
You are a woman ,
With muscles that
stretch and curl ,
With skin ,
Which glows.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
No matter how strong you are one cannot simply out-muscle or out-shine a mad man who has great taste in fashion.
A.M.G. Is the ultimate hooligan it doesn't have to take charge to prove it's tenacity because it's a presidential sedan that puts you in charge.
No need for a spooky entrance because sometimes demons want to dwell were there is brute force.
I miss the 6.2 litre engine, it is the intrinsic Moto of Mercedes," A big engine for the perfect gentlemen".
Cruising luxuriously has no peak when it comes to un-doubtable comfort and well established elegance. With a classic loud noise one can't but wonder if the barbarian needs marketing.
An angry gentlemen with a smile on his face that never lacks in pace doesn't need frenetic footwork, the gentlemen goes straight to the point and why wobble on about a winding route when Mercedes automatically includes you in elite circles. Quality that exceeds all levels of maturity, Mercedes keeps getting younger and wiser!
The phrase "numbers don't lie" insinuates that alphabets do lie. Really? How? When their associated with such class...A-class, B-class, C-class, E-class, G-class, S-class and so on. I think the numbers cliche is a turn-off.
Pleasure always mixes with business when it comes to a Benz.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
It took until now
thin and mid 20s
to comprehend
that as a child I was
and as an adult
still very much am
spoiled
little childhood
traumas to mine
no festering drama
no shrouded mess
calm can bury like a
gravity blanket
too hot or too cold
I complain
I have never clawed
at my belly in hunger
felt my body
fall off in jeweled
pieces but I have
at times been
hungry
adulthood is a lake
blue black and endless
rife with mudtraps
brimming with viperheads
scraping at the surface water
I am spoiled
I have not known pain
but I knew a person
whose eyes prodded
like nails through jello
my insides and cut
tendrils of muscle
and delighted in the
stitching back
the pushing of
needle through
meaty bits
some time after
I was grown
but flailing madly
as a comet poised
for landfall
a beetle in
a dust storm
a child with its
first scraped knee
my flesh yearns
for the needle
and for skin all
smooth and
scarred and
like the color of night
singing
like the color of night
like sky like light
a rapturous blue
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
Highpitch tone
Over tan
Acne scars
Not a man
Chicken legs
All alone
Zero muscle
Only bone
Fragile heart
Selfish mind
Independent
Never kind
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Death, darkness, despair, that how I found you.
Stardust, gunpowder, riffle, nine, I’m glad I came in time
Loss, anger, no fear, no care, oh dear!
I stared deep in your eyes and wonder, wonder, wonder and wonder
Why oh why did I let you go
Why oh why did you tell me no
Time, ring, cell, nothing can keep it in
Tears, pain, emotions I wanted none
Gun, run, no fear, no fun, in a minute the bullet left the gun
Into the darkness you retreat, leaving no trace of light not even from the sun
Walls closing in, dark as night, that’s where I found you
Clinging tight to the pain, let me be your knight
You took my hands and we drifted, drifted out of sight
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
i imagine you rotting. rotting and melting. flesh becomes matter as it falls to the floor. we wear our hearts on our sleeves and the floor wears our skins and muscle. that’s how it always goes, right?
why are you looking at me like that? you know that we’re the same (we’re the sane).
getting back on track, you’re falling apart as i watch (you made sure i did; i couldn’t ever take my eyes off you). you’re completely exposed now, bones and all. you say to me “its like i’m looking in a mirror”. at least, you said with your eyes. your lips are on the floor, sinking into the stained carpet (believe me when i say this because if they were still attached i would have kissed you right then and there).
suddenly, there are tears in my eyes. you try to wipe them away, but they don’t stop. you pick up some of your muscle to try to soak them up, and i tell you that’s not the kind of tissue i need. you laugh, but nothing comes out (your lungs have already decomposed. it seems you’ve already forgotten).
and then i look away. my tears dry, and, as i look back, you’ve reformed. good as new. not for long though, as soon as a minute goes by you start this cycle again. you’re rotting. i look away, you’re back. rot, return, rot, reform,
don’t you ever get tired? (i do.)
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Have you ever peeled an orange?
Felt the satisfaction as the smooth husk glides
Right off, falls away in a rush
Opening to the sweet flesh inside
Taking pleasure in the simple things
Those smooth and flawless actions
So why should flaying men be different?
Why the cruel infractions?
You say you scream from pain
But I hear the rejoicing
Hidden in your shrieks
As I flay the skin right off your face
Revealing the ****** smile
Concealed beneath your cheeks
Ah, the rush, the thrill
Peeling you like a fallen fruit
Elation takes me to new heights
As I joyfully flay your skin suit
My concentration becomes delight
As I open you up to new views
The rapturous beauty
Your muscles, tendons, bones, and sinews
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
With time I grow--
growing similar to a tree
layer upon layer
my trunk
becomes ever sturdy.
Mental stamina
is the deepest of layers
that can outmatch
any muscle that I could have ever built.
Muscles dwindle within days,
but the fortitude to continue on
will never stifle or faulter;
nor will it ever need a rest day.
So people
there are aesthetics of beauty
that the mind can accomplish;
some feats never dreamed
by even the most physically ept.
When you find time for the gym
remember that time was at a loss
from when you could
have learned something new
anywhere else.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
Nuestro corazón es músculo.
Por más que esté ya tieso o flojo.
Uno lo tiene dentro suyo,
y hace grande al de los otros.
¿Hace cuánto no lo ejercitas?
Emblandecer un corazón apagado.
¿Recuerdas tu primera cita?
Terminas, dolor y agotado.
Has pensado en abandonarlo
Pero día a día, se sana.
El corazón inanimado,
ahora vivo, siente y ama.
El ejercicio ya es costumbre.
Rutina de amor, la jornada.
Siempre mágico, nunca aburre.
No para, corazón, se agranda.
El que una vez roto y solo.
Callado, oculto y en desuso.
Ahora, inmenso, fuerte y rojo.
Gracias a usted, que se antepuso.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
Inheriting independence
Intruding boundaries
You let your actions stem
from insecurity and jealousy
You want to protect me
But now I feel,
I need protection from you.
You’re taking my life and air;
Choking
Caging
Suffocating
And Stifling me.
Love me
Don’t own me.
Protect me,
But don’t bound me.
You’re being possessive
That it turns out obsessive
And sometimes situations get aggressive.
Fire burns in your love
But your intentions become impure.
In becoming possessive
You became invasive.
You try to move my blood to your accord.
Try to be the nerve to my muscle.
But you’re blinding my eyes with tears
And leaving myself internally screaming.
It is like a curse that brings problems without a cause.
I want to b r e a t h e
I want to s c r e a m
I want to f l e e
I wonder,
Where did all the happiness go?
Because I just find myself lamenting
over the days that pass by.
- Beautiful Sensitive Soul
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
How amazing is it
that human beings have the capacity to love things?
My heart, she
is a muscle,
an *****
a symphony in my body.
Her tissue is made up of courage and strength,
but she shows me;
It's okay to be weak.
I love her,
more than I have loved anything.
Her positivity flows through my veins,
the beauty of my bloodstream.
She is the reason I think and breathe;
for that, I owe her everything.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC