#urge
I have a friend, he doesn’t speak,
He hides and frowns so often,
So I decided to raise him
He seemed happy, learning the sword
I would wield the bloodstained blade,
He would flinch, but he needed to learn,
When we trained, my world was in an eternal spring,
The morning light amplifying my radiant smile,
Yet for all my efforts, he still seemed shy,
He must worry to hurt others,
A natural feeling, once taught by me,
Now winter arrives, and he asks for more-
To confide me in me,
Though I can’t seem to care,
My urge seeks some place elsewhere,
In search of another student.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 7:32 PM UTC
I feel death whispering my name upon my ear but i must contain the surging urge my own blood i must fear.
To fall in the lull of despair my emotional state can not bare
Process through you always do and push away your fears.
Love tomorrow love the past love the present make it last.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
The urge came.
Desire filled my breast
and before I knew it
I was flung from one corner to the next,
a branch iced over and shivering
as the tempest of want threatened
to shear me from my past,
to break me.
The urge left me
yearning to be carried away
to a place far removed
from these safe harbors;
over lands where I knew no names
and had no kin,
To a place unfamiliar,
but where the breath of God filled the air
and made sweet the prospect of new beginnings.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 10:47 PM UTC
I’ve got this wild hair,
and it’s a real humdinger.
goes everywhere with me,
whispering, shouting,
whatever the hell it wants:
“dance in the fire.”
“go talk to her.”
“drive straight into that lake.”
“what’ve you got to lose?”
**** it.”
“jump.”
it’s gnarly, tangled,
never stays down,
a rebellious little ****
some of my best mistakes
have come from it, too:
“one more,
come on.
what’s the worst that could happen?”
**** the trail,
it’ll take too long.
just run down the side
of the mountain.”
“ok, sure—
let’s pack up
and move across the country again.”
everyone’s got one,
standing tall somewhere,
poking out like a flag
on a battlefield of sameness,
a single, defiant kite
riding the sky
above the canopy.
those wild ones,
they’re the beauties.
the rogue strands
growing their own way
when everything else
marches in a straight line.
I love those wild hairs.
the ones that scream
against the comb,
flip off the barber,
and refuse to lay flat.
the ones that urge us
deeper into the unknown,
to take chances—
to risk ourselves despite everything.
the funny thing is,
I think
God had one, too—
when He made us.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
potions made under new moons
drink my thoughts at noon
sit with sadness in the blue lagoon
purify myself with a joint or two
****** the volleyball and scream a few
spike it, set it, pray for a breakthrough
bike to work, work to bike
fight the urge to be petty and spite
spike it, fight it, today is a breakthrough
peace is a breath away
death is commonplace
deep breaths today
stress is commonplace
Sep 1, 2023
Sep 1, 2023 at 9:37 AM UTC
i hold a shaky palmful of death
noting that it is surprisingly light
i swallow reflexively
feeling shocks through my hand
i could just do it
i could just do it right now and it would all be over
why don't i do it
my body, fighting to survive
my brain, begging to die
and i am no man's land
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
Squirming body tied to my bright bed
And flipped with my ice cube cold fingertips,
Tracing your spine.
Bursts of your sweetened moans escaping
Your tightly closed lips.
With your legs spread you lay half alive,
With tingles of more life
I find myself again at lusts feet.
At lusts feet I have fallen again,
Your touch is so gentle,
Vibrations of your body are so tender,
Please just surrender.
Your moans weaken,
Through your rosebuds-like lips.
As you close your hazy brown eyes
And give in to the intoxication of my tongue.
I pulled you near and untangled your hair.
Breathless you lay in my arms,
With your face blood-like red.
You gazed at me with your soft starry eyes,
Looking nearly half alive.
Lust is so hungry with an urge so great,
I looked at you and I
I just whispered I love you to your flesh.
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 10:19 PM UTC
Never wanted to go beyond the reef
But some unknown force is dragging me across.
Want to stay behind
As I’ve been warned.
But that force
Oh it’s too strong
It keeps pulling me
Even though I oppose
Is this meant to be?
Or is this a curse
That I’ve put upon myself
I want answers
But they seem unclear
That force;
It's within me
It drags me beyond that reef
What once was my limit.
Now, I am beyond
Should I go back?
Or should I go ahead?
And find my future ahead
In the unknown?
My future,
Is dark?
Is it bright?
Oh, the uncertainty
Will this ever end?
Or, will the darkness, itself
Surround me
until the light fades?
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 9:48 PM UTC
Any one hidden once may
be shown. Whole/parts
Any one
Any thing e may signify. A dot, a jot, a little tic
to the smooth tight stretched string remnant
of a once noble and good idea, with all the best
sci-entious knowers of numerical ways and means
of propagating an aspect of realty
we need to know. we do, we must know, we feel it
courios. curio. imp-ul-pel, **** and blow, inexorable
pop the foolish thought. why, would I?
ah, gigo go go take out the trash
but it's real, it can't be
worthless. Being
real is the absolute most worth in any ever imagined.
Even hell.
Yeh.
Wanna go there?
Wanna ride?
Step inside my mind, the liars used then said,
we yoosta say,
read'em 'n'weep… sweep sweep
sweep m'chimbly fuerboy, while I sort through the ash,
pshawt sawt
into central London feels surreal every time things fall off from the everyday
in the vicinity
of Bow, Stratford and Mile End
Mateuš Conrad
From <https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4313339/comment/>
in a flash
s'jew see that, the light house danced, a little.
-- Evvy Pax, my grandson finale, thinks
Pokémon! Those are everywhere, sending messages,
with seeming uncertain sounds,
something like
help, we've fallen, and we can't get up.
Call to Emergency Locators: SHOW THE WORLD
PEACE OF MIND, WHENEVER YOU ARE AWAY,
let emergency locaters know and we notify you,
after we call the authorized property protectors.
------ that was 1991, on Texas Street
------ four years prior to the Fred Pryor Internet in a Day
the resumé of a myth,
cliché resumes… this is that mythic stage, plain, flatout
one being
a while
alone
time……
Only
Bums and truly rich beings who live to tend fires in minds
enduring auto-de-fe
resting from tirades tuned to deaf ears determined
to serve com-plete, full to
the limit of the fire's reign, gno se? Fuerverge,
the character first to reveal the valour in the name
Keeper of the sharpest stick,
the stick that did not burn, but stirred morning fires.
Arize, cousins, sing in the son with the birds and lizards.
Hoo Hoo who RAH YA 'LL AI AI AI served you, see
De - as in
complete (adj.)
late 14c., "having no deficiency, wanting no part or element; perfect in kind or quality; finished, ended, concluded," from Old French complet "full," or directly from Latin completus, past participle of complere "to fill up, complete the number of (a legion, etc.)," transferred to "fulfill, finish (a task)," from com-, here probably as an intensive prefix (see com-), + plere "to fill" (from PIE root *pele- (1) "to fill").
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=complete>
In this end, we get what we made life worth getting.
Sound crazy. All way at once. Con vergence sense.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
You are like the star in the sky.
Far away and tough to climb.
Urge to touch you still alive.
Nor you can neither I,
This distance can never minify.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
When I look through the window, I see
Free bird in the sky.
I wish this could be the destiny of my.
No matter what happiness I get here inside.
The urge in me to go out never die...
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 7:28 AM UTC
I can always tell when my life is beginning to fall apart by the mere glimpse of my ****** torn and gnawed to the bone fingertips. A reflection of my internal chaos, now exposed. Revealing my lack of will power to resist the urge when life’s mundane patterns and stress-induced anxiety take over. There’s something to be said when your toenails become longer than your fingernails. I’d say it says that it's time for a manicure of the soul. **** a pedi wouldn’t hurt either.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
“I lOve you”
Those words
d
r
i
p
p
e
d
from her lips.
I believed her deceitful manner, her charisma; it was alluring.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
Let this urge, be with me
Let our thoughts merge & be with me
Let me **** out,
Your love & notion
Let this hatred surge & be with me.
My love was not love
It was a church,
Let it converge & be with me.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
I find that our language
Is nothing but screams.
Screams that trigger a deep urge,
Somewhere inside us,
To scream back.
And so our speech becomes
A twisted language of pain,
Understood only by those
Who bear the agonising weight of life.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
How many times do I
have to remind myself:
"You have to let it go
so that your heart doesn't break
and your soul doesn't ache.
If it was right it would stay"
But all I urge to do is
grab your collar
and shout at my loudest volume:
"Can you give up on breathing
and still hope to live? "
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
“You know what hurts? The fact that you don’t want me the same way I want you. You don’t mind talking to me, but you don’t have the urge and want to talk to me anymore. You don’t mind having a conversation if I message, but you will never want to message. What hurts is that I can see it happening, subtly and gradually. I can see you losing interest in me. I can see those eyes wandering in search of someone else when once they were focused on me. I can feel the distance, I can see you fading.”
- Excerpt from an open letter
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
She's a stranger, the most beautiful stranger.
As we move nearer, I feel her tug at my heart.
I feel an abundance of affection, injecting through my veins.
I am greeted with the urge to love.
She tightens her grip, her hand is on my heart.
Her hand is golden, pure gold.
What I see is more than I ever wanted; someone who truly loves me.
I am greeted with the urge to love.
But. Her hand starts to flake, it's only gold plated.
Her grip and her tug starts to pain.
She's not who her image promised to be.
She's a danger, the most beautiful danger.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
i need to
write
or these words
will
pile
up
like my # of sins
and
bury me.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
I always have this urge of losing myself
And I keep on thinking what would happen if all my thoughts were put on a backyard sale
Will someone buy it?
Or just ignore such devastated and ruined thoughts.
It's too late to be forever together
My thoughts speak evil about your existence
Those little demons under my bed are terrified
They don't want you around me anymore.
Let me loose for a while hear the birds singing
Lay on the grass let the sun burn my face in the morning hour gold rush, try to understand this complex words i wrote for a devil.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
poets,
come to me,
let's reach the purity of divine,
your spirit to bloom for eternal joy and wisdom,
come catch my hand,
let's fly beyond the earthly veils of time.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
I remember you
the smile, the laughter,
the tears, the sadness,
the thoughts, the stories,
I remember you
I remember us
skin drenched in sweats,
the white sheets of
my bed or yours,
us,
groaning, moaning,
longing, yearning,
darling,
I remember
I remember me
who once was just
someone with a
monotonous, dreary,
humdrum life
before you
happened,
love,
I remember
I remember everything
the sunflower that you gave me,
unlike any other man,
with their roses
or glorious necklace
a sunflower, it was,
darling,
as if you were
giving me sign,
I remember
I remember everything,
the door, it was made of wood
the **** the classic
and old silver ****
the sound of how
it was being pulled
by your hand
Saturday night, it was, darling
you left me
you left me there
you left me there
alone
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
O rich Heaven! The owner of earths! You already own the infinity!
Diamonds in the size of the mount Olympus, even vast,
Torches numberless, thousand times bigger than the phoebus,
Every departed soul from the past twinkles already on your lap large,
Seas without shores and the biggest of all ball floors,
Legends with roots so dense even light cannot probe, what's one more?
Of all combinations between the south and the north
O greedy Heaven! You lust for my love!
Don't rob this poor with such rich hands, I pray to you,
Even if I refrain others will rave and stain.
O don't pluck the apples of my eyes. Shame!
Had I been a beggar that blindness would have given me fame!
But living under your roof doesn't allow me to beg,
So, my sole request- let my loves throb in my rustic chest.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC