#sweats - Hello Poetry

The skies are so beautiful tonight They wait for our founded love Under the moonlight The fullness of it's sheen Where we surrender our best In the sweet sweats of our dreams The whine and the punts In the sweet sweats of our dreams The clouds are still grey tonight They await for our sacrifice Our touch, the sighs, the bangs The trueness of their sight Where our eyes steals our hearts In the sweet sweats of our dreams The whine and the punts In the sweet sweats of our dreams

0

May 21, 2016

May 21, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC

Jaq

Sweet Sweats of Our Dreams

The skies are so beautiful tonight They wait for our founded love Under the moonlight The fullness of it's sheen Where we surrender our best In the sweet sweats of our dreams The whine and the punts In the sweet sweats of our dreams The clouds are still grey tonight They await for our sacrifice Our touch, the sighs, the bangs The trueness of their sight Where our eyes steals our hearts In the sweet sweats of our dreams The whine and the punts In the sweet sweats of our dreams

16

Fingertip upon the glass, Astounded, Breathless. Cracking the most painful smile.. Lift my head to gaze upon... the fallen. Fly back, eyes dart around the room, Unravel the sheets, Unravel my body, Stare up, Gaze. weep. fall through the floor. hanging by my hands. fire everywhere, Cries in every direction. A tug at my feet, A cold, blood-torn face says to me, "Go back." All goes black. Anger floods my veins, I scream... Blood pours from my fist at the bar, watch her dance, She doesn't see me, because I'm not there... her smile is the most painful knife in my side, Because it's not mine. A sharp pain across my face Get it together man, Black again, for just a moment... eyes, slowly open. laying in my bed. It's 8pm. guess I'll just sleep... again, to float through the silence. ~Robert van Lingen

0

Sep 1, 2018

Sep 1, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC

WordsDoMeanSomething

Cold Skin

Fingertip upon the glass, Astounded, Breathless. Cracking the most painful smile.. Lift my head to gaze upon... the fallen. Fly back, eyes dart around the room, Unravel the sheets, Unravel my body, Stare up, Gaze. weep. fall through the floor. hanging by my hands. fire everywhere, Cries in every direction. A tug at my feet, A cold, blood-torn face says to me, "Go back." All goes black. Anger floods my veins, I scream... Blood pours from my fist at the bar, watch her dance, She doesn't see me, because I'm not there... her smile is the most painful knife in my side, Because it's not mine. A sharp pain across my face Get it together man, Black again, for just a moment... eyes, slowly open. laying in my bed. It's 8pm. guess I'll just sleep... again, to float through the silence. ~Robert van Lingen

39

I wake up in cold sweats more than I wake up Dreams of flying and floating have turned to Finding and fear Bodies of new and friends forgotten My skin may bear what once was there But forget not I will, the friends of young thrill You still haunt and frequent my dreams Tearing apart my sanity at all of its seams Happy and somber, I remember it all Liquor brings it out most of all But it also calms that calls Whatever liquor makes seem true I can question without fighting Because liquor is my choice and the Lack thereof makes others king

0

Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC

jordan-fischer

Cold sweats

I wake up in cold sweats more than I wake up Dreams of flying and floating have turned to Finding and fear Bodies of new and friends forgotten My skin may bear what once was there But forget not I will, the friends of young thrill You still haunt and frequent my dreams Tearing apart my sanity at all of its seams Happy and somber, I remember it all Liquor brings it out most of all But it also calms that calls Whatever liquor makes seem true I can question without fighting Because liquor is my choice and the Lack thereof makes others king

15

The fever of doctrine is waning, but the symptoms of its gathering sweats are making others dangerous to the furthermost sanity of all. For what is sanity, if not the realization that an illness will fight to survive, even if it kills the host who has been cured.

0

May 18, 2018

May 18, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC

poetic-t

The Fever Of Doctrine

The fever of doctrine is waning, but the symptoms of its gathering sweats are making others dangerous to the furthermost sanity of all. For what is sanity, if not the realization that an illness will fight to survive, even if it kills the host who has been cured.

8