#wildness
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*It is me tonight
that will need
to find release
through ******
Find a quiet place
on the edge of
your bed
and join me*
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Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 10:24 PM UTC
It doesn’t matter
how much weight you carry.
It’s about how you distribute.
Pain diffusion
is like sunlight through leaves;
it takes courage
to let brightness pierce through
and kiss you.
So stay with me,
right here,
by your tree roots,
where cyclamen grow.
Hold my hand
like you always knew me.
Forgive my shyness
as I fidget
with toe rings of clover -
I promise;
I’m less and less scared -
I still love your wildness.
I feel you,
all over.
Eyes,
of Pure Water.
My lack of sharpness
is yearning to soften your edges.
I’m floating above your garden,
weightless.
The ripeness of fruit
that your highest tree bares,
smells like a rose
you delivered.
If we really are here
to mirror,
all I want to do for you
is shimmer.
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 9:06 AM UTC
Yesterday I sat
between the arms of
my loving mother,
the tree ! O tree !
Fail to realise I sat
unaltered untarnished
And do you know
What I saw!
The sun was trying to
lug the waters of the tarn
amidst which
was I and you together.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 12:01 AM UTC
iconoclastic art spirits wildness
served against the knuckles of mainstream engagement
it falls like vinegar in the oils of western modernism
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
Dear pussycat, you clever little beast
To hide the paws that hid the claws
That shred my pretty face.
Feline, fooled as I was to forget
Within your blood wildness simmered
Just beneath the folds and crease;
Of eyes that looked asleep!
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
#
One fine, postdiluvian day,
God glanced down on Noah and crew, midfloat..
((ding)) "NOAH.."
"Hmm..? what is that?
((ding)) "NOAH.."
*"Oh, **** its the boss.. everyone, ****** chill"
*((ding)) "NOAH.."
"yes Lord..?"
**Noah, now concerning being fruitful and.. uh.. whatever
you know-- lala, and stuff.."**
"Ya..?"
**"Ya yourself, Noah.
Hast thou considered the howler monkey..?
That wild-assed little pair going at it up there in the crowsnest
are tantric AF."**
*"Dude.. you should bless those cute, hairy
little love-machines with the most orgasmic-sounding
lovehowl on the planet.."*
**** I wish I was the one who thought of that..*
:(**
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC
It begins as a tingling in my legs,
unpleasant like something squirmy trying to get out, something huger than my skin, wriggling, bursting to get free.
Without ceremony it spreads, bulging in my chest, prickles poking through my shoulder blades. Suppressing only makes it worse, I need to run, to fly, to breathe-
"What's wrong?" you ask.
I cannot answer, it is taking all my
willpower not to scream, or punch an
innocent bystander. Would I? Whether I would or not I've never found out,
I just leave.
"I love you," you say. I still cannot reply, the tears have been melting my face, but now they trickle down shiny scales.
External sensations have become
insensible, overpowered by the
overwhelming rage of barely managed fire within. The sharpness of my teeth meets an unfeeling leathery lip.
I go downstairs and leave the building. I don’t know if I remembered my keys.
I run
just as reptilian wings free themselves from my back, they flutter, stretch out wide at last.
I'm free,
but I still want this thing inside me, this thing that now is me, to leave. I am ashamed of it, afraid of its newness and my inability to control it.
It's happier now--
in the open air where it can thrash about without restraint. I let it, no longer worried it will lash out at something or someone breakable.
We fly far and long, my arms and lungs ache, but still the fire burns in my whole body waiting to be unleashed.
We soar, sore and angry until suddenly I'm alone again.
I look down but I don't need to look to know the scales are gone. My lip feels soft again beneath my rounded teeth. The wings still flap but gentler now, quietly bringing me back to the ground then softly folding and
painlessly absorbing back into my
shoulders.
I head home.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
Solitude
Embraces me
Devours my senses.
Love eats my hunger away.
All Beauty is in the darkness.
In the heart,
A wild beast rules.
While the withering soul cries,
Waiting for the true love
Waiting for the only one
Tears don't fall anymore.
It's heavenly but it's lonely.
Those cries are no more heard.
Shrieks have become inaudible
It's only silence that echoes
And only solitude embraces me,
It traces down my curves.
Dryness kisses my throat.
My lips meet the darkness where even
The darkness can't see me.
My hands are touched by the unwanted pain.
Hatred eats my happiness away.
It's all wild, all dark.
But it's only solitude that embraces me,
Devours my senses.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Thrown into wildness
I was thrown into wildness...
Law of the jungle runs deep in ones veins
food chain topped by vicious prowlers
if blood keeps running cold
murderous minds grow more bold
predators take pride in their
hunter's prowess.
Thrown into wildness
I was thrown into wildness.
Where fights in the dead of night
and greedy hands with high demands
are everyday life
all part of ulterior motives
and rotten plans.
Where pretentious intentions
are the cost of survival
and no saints nor prophets
are offered revival.
It's hard to stay calm...
It's hard to stay calm
when wrath's laid on the tip
of your palms.
Gluttonous man eaters drool
in the depths of the concrete jungle
over lustful people
whilst maintaining an iron ******
rule.
Thrown into-
The sad reality of living day to day
and sloth's not tolerated
unless you've royal blood
survival instincts often tempt
a few to stray
their ways forgotten rest
beneath the murky mud.
In the end, envy runs errands
against the common folk
for in the jungle defenceless insects
have no place in the grander plan
or any rights to live humble.
It's a vicious cycle that takes
its toll
being thrown into modern wildness
and when the sun goes down
and follows darkness,
the world is then devoid from
kindness,
and humanity is swallowed whole.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
POETRY OF A JOKER
I whisper the Strom in my soul ,
That Stygian mask with freaky smile was mine.
I propose the wildness every night.
Every night I flaunt with my pumping heart dipped in darkness.
My chaotic heart , its in the cage of love .
THE LOVE OF WILD BLOOD
I dance with the dusky rose ,
I play with my inky & curly hair .
I roll , I jump , I fly , I giggle ,I hop , I do stylish walks, I run , I run , I run and I blot ......
Now......
LET ME LOUGH VIGOROUSLY AND LET THE SILENCE TASTE MY WILDNESS
Sanya
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
In raw shadow I linger
And recall your corduroy voice
Smooth, open, and deep
You make my head throb with poetry
And I ache with delirious desire to dance
Beneath the moon and stars
To the music of the wind and rhythm of the sea.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
One of the deepest feminine pleasures is when a man stands full, present, and unreactive in the midst of his woman's emotional storms. When he stays present with her, and loves her through the layers of wildness and closure, then she feels his trustability, and she can relax.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
She
Took a moment
To close
Her eyes.
In that moment
She
Heard the rolling
Of the thunder,
The pattering
As the raindrops
Flung themselves
Against the earth,
The creaking of
Trees bracing
Themselves
Against the raging
Onslaught of both
Wind and water,
The approaching
Symphony of a
Wall of rain.
She
Could smell the
Rain kissed earth,
The clean fresh air
That accompanied
The cleansing of
The world.
She
Could feel the wind
Howling across
Her rain streaked cheeks.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Heartbeat.
Heartbeat.
Wind and lighting.
Thunder and rain.
She
Opened
Her
Eyes.
The sky was clear.
No storm for a
Hundred miles.
Except
For
One.
She
Smiled to herself.
"I am the Storm."
Brace yourself.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
The cat brought in a songbird today.
Unharmed, the tiny brown thing darted
Up to perch beside the cactus on the top shelf.
Silence. But for the dreary hum of the
Television and the tumble dryer. How dull
To him our world must seem, I thought,
How full of corners and clutter and dust.
I opened the front door and out he flashed,
Leaving strangeness for the wild autumn sky.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
i’m going up and up, like hands
twining over heads in the lights and the smoke,
weaving into the music their own song
of tendon on tendon and rushing arteries.
if I lean my head back, you are there
and the melody is stronger, wilder,
begging tentatively to be touched
like a feral animal just beyond my fingers.
behind me, you are a mountain.
I lift my hands and I pray.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC