#sync
In absolute silence
We walk together
Mirroring one another
Eye to eye
I look at him
"To recall how I was then"
He looks at me
"To know how he will be"
Thus soul gazing
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
When the two silent souls meet,
Predict what will they do?
Options as follows;
a) Stay silent
b) Ignore
c) Skeptic
d) Resonate
e) Sync and stay loud
I'm comfortable
With the persons
Who're wired
Like me
I have seen
Introvets who stayed loud
Sometimes, that could be me
Said She
Rest is the history
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
This gentle flow takes control with perfect form, dark eyes match and connect in the same breath.
Warmth spreads from head to your ******* lower realms swirl in the depths. Skin glistening.
Bubble up, subtle touch, fingers search inversed.
Would rather tingle your thighs in line with my neck, criss crossed in ****** to snap.
Head tilted back, quiver and spasm as your chasm erupts.
Hushed sighs in a rush collect.
Congruent thoughts mix in our heads, mind *** fulfilled through this text.
Open your legs as your soft lips kiss with delicate sweat, thinking in sync when you stroke the same sense.
All from the chest.
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 7:47 AM UTC
If you love someone
And they do the same
It's magic
My dear
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
Synchronised
Clocks ticking
Slowly move away
No longer in sync
Dead.
/written a world apart/
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
once in a while, the worlds in sync
the battles are forgotten and everything’s pink
experiencing this wonder will take you by surprise
don't be confused, as it flashes by your eyes
the sun and clouds, will not get in your way
the wind and the rain will dance and dance all-day
the rivers and the oceans will be swimming with life
the forests and the deserts will be blooming without strife
once in a while, the world is in sync
can't wait to see this come to pass, and then, what will we think...?
Brian Hill - 2020 # 136
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
Soft subtle touch
clutches from back to front
About face switched place
in role reversals
Airways are open
Feel a rawer version
of your person
Entrust this thoughtful lust
sought from top to bottom
Moving in sync as your
yearning burns
Deep frictionless sin
lived within bare skin
Born below the belly line
Sing as bells ring
Breathe in the aftermath
This beauty won't last
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
Violin in my ribs
Guitar in my heart
Drums in my mind
Yet all out of sync
Guess I need a perfect conductor
But who will be brave enough
To tame such a disordered body?
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
our heartbeats
can never be in sync;
for I know mine
will always be beating
faster than yours
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
And one day
This time will be
Remembered
For the gravity of
Oneness
Thanks for
Being
Through
The dark
And the light
Together
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
I already believe
You are the one
Now it's your turn
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
That moment where you stop feeling Everything,
Songs are just words,
Music is just sound,
you just listen without feeling it,
and it no more syncs with your heartbeats.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
Never I was asked,
"What do you see on closed eyes?"
On closed eyes
I see you
Everywhere
As the wave of hope
Stirring the soul
One of a kind
That I know
Constant
I would have said
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
I've sung with a siren,
And I learned that day,
The sea is as heavy,
and cold as the bay,
With wonders come many,
Those lost out at sea,
They don't know the troubles,
They think that they're free,
Till trouble comes singing,
They cheer and they shout,
"We've become great men with true freedom, no doubt",
From cheering to crying, now tranced and at ease,
They come in lured by the song, covered in peace,
They fall into waters, their ship is destroyed,
Restrained to no freedom, the sea will devoid,
Make feasts before sirens, assuming their might,
If only they were humble, they'd be alright,
Now left with the cold blue sea, gone by the night,
The more you control,
Then the weaker your sight.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
My scales hold my Journey,
My glory and pain,
My love's an eternity,
All men, it tames,
Of all of the poetry,
These words are true,
Sung hypnotically to fully trance you,
As hungry as humans,
A thirst like Lampreys,
I'll gobble you whole,
Mist the path, come my way,
A siren has wishes,
That always come true,
A sea full of missions,
Some vast and as blue.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
His heart beat in two
And mine was in three
Our cadence was always just off
But I switched to a two
One bright afternoon
When I missed a beat trying to cough
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
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you see they sang two different tunes
but together, the masterpiece formed
her his
treble bass
rang low
out soft
into and
the full
night with
joins love
his in for her
harmony soothing
perfectly in perfectly in
sync. sync.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
I remember,
A precious hours, minutes and seconds
I remember,
A tender talk
Since the day
I first saw you
I feel reflection of my mom
Silent, kind and sensible
The same day,
I wished for togetherness.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
does my bipolarity
strange-sounding word
does it affect my poetry?
sometimes my poems
are
a bit absurd
one up and cheery
next solemn and dreary
one bouncy and bubbly
another quite ugly
That's just who I am
I'm up, then I'm down
can't help what I'm feeling
can't help a melt down
but I get back on track
a new day
a smile and sunshine
can bring me back
though on meds
to keep me in tow
I still have highs
I still have lows
we all do, I think
sometimes we're not the best "us"
sometimes we're just out of sync
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
less than twenty four hours after dashing off a poem
explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
a bowel movement wherein waste unable to expel
from the **** of this guy
which bout with ****** obstruction
found me doubled over
with lower abdominal distress
whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright (with back padded with pillows
against the cellar brick wall),
thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed to muster the means to bare
frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
the Acme brand Metamucil,
which akin to drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract
supposedly loosening the stools,
which optimism (product
didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent
to cease livingsocial would try
humph enjoining
this lvii year old married male
to cede victory
to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure
to this common fellow invoking libretto
ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
without successful defecation
despite the oppressive urge to bolster this uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered i.e. pooped out
five foot and ten inches of lovely bones
thence mouthing retraction
of former thought to cease existing,
though a non-bull lever
in any power broker qua mankind
relief at long last
provided posterior answered prayer
yet, this scrivener scrutinizes
his recurring pain in the *** jagged torture
and asks
a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC