#pillowtalk - Hello Poetry

I hope he knows that I feel the stress vortex banging against his cranium. even with my welcoming surface, he struggles to let go. I hope he knows that it is not I that needs replacing, but simply his way of thinking that needs readjusting. A new year A mindset anew Hello 2021 - a.r. Camm

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Jan 1, 2021

Jan 1, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC

arCamm95

“Pillow Talk”

I hope he knows that I feel the stress vortex banging against his cranium. even with my welcoming surface, he struggles to let go. I hope he knows that it is not I that needs replacing, but simply his way of thinking that needs readjusting. A new year A mindset anew Hello 2021 - a.r. Camm

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Did you know that this house breathes in the man-made lights, so our walls can exhale colors? Tonight, this town is going to burn in neon blaze again, for the sake of light-pollution, love. Yet this time, 'light' means our corrupted souls. You know, some may say that there's no place for the true firmament of stars now, not even time for twin-flames, like us. Yet still, we are capable of coming to blow with this mirage, battling against this army of bogus lustrum. For we are about to lose our sham voice so, at last, we can echo light.

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May 4, 2019

May 4, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC

diana-bosa-engler

Pillowtalk

Did you know that this house breathes in the man-made lights, so our walls can exhale colors? Tonight, this town is going to burn in neon blaze again, for the sake of light-pollution, love. Yet this time, 'light' means our corrupted souls. You know, some may say that there's no place for the true firmament of stars now, not even time for twin-flames, like us. Yet still, we are capable of coming to blow with this mirage, battling against this army of bogus lustrum. For we are about to lose our sham voice so, at last, we can echo light.

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for the longest time, my pillow case was the only one who saw me cry.

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC

Lunawrenn

pillow talk

for the longest time, my pillow case was the only one who saw me cry.

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Falling for u is hard because i know your no good for me but it all just feels so good to my body not my heart

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Nov 10, 2018

Nov 10, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC

Lisa16

Fall

Falling for u is hard because i know your no good for me but it all just feels so good to my body not my heart

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I love how we have always deemed the time we spend together more important than a good nights sleep because I would much rather have trouble keeping my eyes open tomorrow than miss out on engaging in 4am conversation with you.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC

floralsket

Pillow talk

I love how we have always deemed the time we spend together more important than a good nights sleep because I would much rather have trouble keeping my eyes open tomorrow than miss out on engaging in 4am conversation with you.

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As the smile vanishs from my face Thousands of feelings scratch at my mind As I close my coffee colored brown eyes from the dreary day Images race across the black canvas that lies in front of me As I let my muscles relax one by one I feel the world hold me in her arms As I slowly drift off from my reality I let my soul free

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC

grace_marie

Pillow Talk

As the smile vanishs from my face Thousands of feelings scratch at my mind As I close my coffee colored brown eyes from the dreary day Images race across the black canvas that lies in front of me As I let my muscles relax one by one I feel the world hold me in her arms As I slowly drift off from my reality I let my soul free

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I still lay on my side of the bed I’ve tried to lay on yours But I end up over here instead Can’t believe I would get mad All those nights I wanted you gone Recalling those memories makes me sad Lessons learned Never make mistakes again I’ve found the new leaf that I’ve turned It’s 3AM and here I lay Writing to myself Wondering what you would say

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC

brumgailfreeverse

Pillow talk with me, myself, and I

I still lay on my side of the bed I’ve tried to lay on yours But I end up over here instead Can’t believe I would get mad All those nights I wanted you gone Recalling those memories makes me sad Lessons learned Never make mistakes again I’ve found the new leaf that I’ve turned It’s 3AM and here I lay Writing to myself Wondering what you would say

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Words. One by one. March from my mouth, Whispered but amplified by the silence, Hoping to shed the skin gifted to me by nature. Each reply slices like a dozen razor blades, I'd hoped to be in the bath; easier to clean the blood, Red covers, covered by a newer shade.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC

JordanRay

Pillow Talk

Words. One by one. March from my mouth, Whispered but amplified by the silence, Hoping to shed the skin gifted to me by nature. Each reply slices like a dozen razor blades, I'd hoped to be in the bath; easier to clean the blood, Red covers, covered by a newer shade.

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Jump on the boat and take is real slow Throw the canvas and splash that oil Squash the duck feathers and fill the mill As the harmonica cruises craft the talk real slow A touch of the knee and the spark shatters A charter of recklessness heckled in two-tone composition Not a monochrome but a jest of kaleidoscope cores A fearless horizon of sirens and chaotic applause A sate of pureness, meekness;widely see this woman words The worth of how she works, the sweat in her sincerity Spot the little life that she holds, clutch her lifetime ascensions The silhouette that shows and fades away,chase her palm Stroke her freedom, take her high to the clouds and show her Ask her to sing her sweetest prescribed proscriptions Be the operator that jerks her stringed rhythmic blues Shine ohh diamond, Strike ohh as you expand…… touch the sentiment

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May 4, 2016

May 4, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC

SassyJ

Pillow Talks and Mellow Pauses (Additional Audio)

Jump on the boat and take is real slow Throw the canvas and splash that oil Squash the duck feathers and fill the mill As the harmonica cruises craft the talk real slow A touch of the knee and the spark shatters A charter of recklessness heckled in two-tone composition Not a monochrome but a jest of kaleidoscope cores A fearless horizon of sirens and chaotic applause A sate of pureness, meekness;widely see this woman words The worth of how she works, the sweat in her sincerity Spot the little life that she holds, clutch her lifetime ascensions The silhouette that shows and fades away,chase her palm Stroke her freedom, take her high to the clouds and show her Ask her to sing her sweetest prescribed proscriptions Be the operator that jerks her stringed rhythmic blues Shine ohh diamond, Strike ohh as you expand…… touch the sentiment

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Fleeting thoughts came and went Like airplanes in airports As I stay up most nights Having pillow talks with your cheetah print pillow speaking of moments, memories, and your saliva stains From the way you used too drool on my bedsheets still remain A funny fossilized idea I hold dearly overthinking that one day I would wake up And your presence would suddenly exist in the empty space you created Threads of your autumn hair fall on my face, like crossing vacant corridors through unseen spider webs And the smell of your favorite French perfume, that I cannot pronounce disintegrates into the air I breath And your medium size **** in lace ******* against my crotch in stripe boxers Never ignited lust in my mind Just admixture love, comfort & respect as I dived Inside you until your soul reached its ****** then in a burst of wither time one day you dissolved into my bed.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC

BaezJo

Pillow Talk

Fleeting thoughts came and went Like airplanes in airports As I stay up most nights Having pillow talks with your cheetah print pillow speaking of moments, memories, and your saliva stains From the way you used too drool on my bedsheets still remain A funny fossilized idea I hold dearly overthinking that one day I would wake up And your presence would suddenly exist in the empty space you created Threads of your autumn hair fall on my face, like crossing vacant corridors through unseen spider webs And the smell of your favorite French perfume, that I cannot pronounce disintegrates into the air I breath And your medium size **** in lace ******* against my crotch in stripe boxers Never ignited lust in my mind Just admixture love, comfort & respect as I dived Inside you until your soul reached its ****** then in a burst of wither time one day you dissolved into my bed.

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All flash No substance Dilettante Wake up Cold sweat 'That dream again honey?' Pillowtalk spectre Rolls over

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC

WhereDoIGoFromHereDorothy

Flash

All flash No substance Dilettante Wake up Cold sweat 'That dream again honey?' Pillowtalk spectre Rolls over

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