#wordart
What
Sums. Up
A. Full
Life
?
One. Lived
Filled. With.
Love
Laughter
Joy and Pain
Life’s Veracity
A Jaunty Tune
Learning Growing
Living Knowing
You. are
Not Alone
Two. Sets
Foot. Steps
In The Sand
In Times. Of Anguish
Only One Set Scene
That’s. When
God. Carried You
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 5:51 AM UTC
A kiss in the dark; no theology could train the lips
to speak the full scope of love — what faith teaches,
touch unlearns. For a man in the weeds — _tangled_,
unseen — is still something that grows, stretching
toward light he may never reach. Still beauty never
promised to be impressive.
Ready to fall; not for love, but from the weight
of being myself —this awkward custody of flesh
and thought. It's truly a case argued by the mind,
and tried by the heart.
Walls of a lung breathing in and out, taking in their
words, their dreams, their worth — as if loving meant
learning to breathe through someone else’s lungs.
But we may never know how far a love may go;
it’s always a shot in the dark — blind in faith, eyes
closed in trust, when lips meet and silence speaks for us.
Only after they part does the night exhale the truth:
was it worth the shot — or just the echo of our wanting?
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 2:40 PM UTC
You walk in like the air belongs to you.
Like the room shifts just to make space for your vibe.
Every eye catches yours
Not because you’re loud,
But because your presence whispers louder than the noise.
Confidence drips off you like cologne,
Thick, warm, lingering in the atmosphere.
Every step is intentional.
No stumble, no second guess
Just that steady rhythm of someone who knows
They don’t chase… they attract.
Your smile?
Dangerous.
It’s that mix of charm and challenge,
Like you’re saying,
“Come closer… if you can handle what happens next.”
And I do.
Oh, I do.
You glide through the crowd like a smooth bassline,
Effortless, magnetic.
Charisma riding your every gesture,
Words rolling off your tongue like silk dipped in sin.
No forced lines. No games.
Just raw confidence with a side of heat.
You stop,right in front of me.
The world fades to background noise.
It’s just breath. Eyes. Proximity.
The space between us starts to vibrate,
Like our bodies already recognize a language
Our mouths haven’t spoken yet.
You lean in, voice low,
That deep, smooth tone
That makes simple words sound like promises.
“You’re exactly where you need to be.”
Chills crawl down my spine.
My pulse skips a beat,
Then speeds up like it’s trying to keep up with yours.
You don’t touch yet.
You hover close enough for heat to transfer,
Close enough for my breath to catch against yours.
That kind of patience? That’s endurance.
The slow build that turns sparks into flames.
When you finally reach out
Fingers trailing along my arm like a slow confession
My skin responds before I do.
Goosebumps rise like whispers,
And suddenly, nothing else exists but this pull.
Body to body.
Chest to chest.
Every inch a conversation without a single word.
The chemistry?
Undeniable.
It’s that electric charge that hums beneath the skin,
The kind that says this isn’t just touch this is takeover.
You press closer, steady, deliberate.
Pressure.
Not just physical.Mental. Emotional.
The kind that makes every breath heavier.
The kind that dares me to keep up with your pace.
I match your rhythm,
Lean in, close the gap completely.
Now it’s heat on heat,
Breath mingling like secrets swapped in the dark.
You don’t ask for permission to take up space
You command it.
You don’t hesitate to go after what you want
You claim it like it’s already yours.
The night stretches long,
Sweat and breath tangled in a dance that doesn’t need music.
Hands roam. Lips hover.
Every movement is a verse,
Every sigh a hook,
Every beat… pressure.
And in this moment,
With every pulse syncing like a shared heartbeat,
The world narrows down to you and me,
Lost somewhere between hunger and control,
Caught in that sweet place
Where confidence meets chemistry,
And charm meets fire.
Pressure rising.
Steady. Relentless.
Just how I like it.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 2:38 AM UTC
Soul 2 Soul
Beyond the flesh, beyond the face,
Lies something time cannot erase.
A love that moves, unseen yet true,
A rhythm only we both knew.
No need for words, no need for sound,
Our spirits speak where hearts are bound.
A silent pull, a cosmic thread,
A love that lives though words are left unsaid.
Through lifetimes lost and dreams retold,
We find our way like rivers bold.
No distance wide, no time too vast,
For soul to soul, we’re built to last.
I feel you near when night is still,
A warmth that lingers, strong and real.
Not just a touch, not just a glance,
But something deep—a sacred dance.
You are the echo in my chest,
The steady peace, the gentle rest.
No fear, no doubt, no space, no time,
Just soul to soul, your heart in mine.
Not bound by skin, not caged by years,
But tied in love that knows no fear.
For even when the world turns cold,
Our spirits burn like flames of gold.
We meet again, we always do,
In whispered winds, in morning dew.
For love like this, forever flows,
Soul to soul, our essence knows.
It’s in the stars that light the sky,
In every tear, in every sigh.
It’s in the way our souls embrace,
A love untouched by time or place.
Even when the road is long,
When all seems lost, when hope is gone,
I close my eyes and feel you near,
Your voice still soft, your presence clear.
Through past and future, far and wide,
We walk as one, yet side by side.
For love like this will never fade,
Soul to soul, we’re unafraid.
And if the heavens call us home,
Beyond the stars, beyond the known,
I know we’ll find our way once more,
Two souls that time cannot ignore.
So take my hand, don’t be afraid,
This love was built, it will not fade.
For even when this life is through,
My soul will keep on loving you.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
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and a healthy :
there you go,
you can write a poem now.
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 1:03 PM UTC
Give me your sunsets
my love
and I will paint every one of them.
Bring me your faith
and I will m o v e
t /\
/\ n a. / \
/ \ u i / \
/ \ o n \
/ m s \
for you.
Share with me your darkness;
and I will leave the lights on.
Tell me about your dreams
and I will grant your every wish.
Bring me your sorrow,
your pain,
and I will hold your hand through it.
Share with me your forever,
and I will promise to love you
even
longer.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
Imminent grainy current
constrained in flight
downward
onto
a pile of past moments
/#dmperez
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Jay.
He was a nineteen year old high school dropout.
He was black.
He wore his hair in dreads.
He had a few nose rings.
He wore gold chains and expensive clothes.
He went partying every night.
He got drunk on alcohol but his drug addiction was the biggest problem.
He had a lot of friends.
Because he was ‘cool’.
He was the ‘man’.
Gray.
He was 18, finishing his final school year.
He was white.
He wore his hair very short.
He had large round glasses, sitting lopsided on his nose.
He wore a long sleeved shirt and trousers.
He studied hard, and he got good marks.
He played the cello in the school band.
But he was gay.
And so he didn’t have any friends.
But he had his family who he loved dear and who loved him back.
He was happy.
The differences between the two are unbelievable.
They are nothing alike; they are complete opposites.
Yet, they are human.
They walk the same streets, at different times.
They both live on the same planet, if not the same world.
They both have a right to live.
They both have people who love them, despite all they are.
It’s their differences that make Jay and Gray human.
Both of them.
Until Jay raised his gun and fired three times at Gray.
That’s when Gray was lost to humanity.
And Jay had lost his humanity.
Coz Jay shot in the chest a boy named Gray
Killed him without giving him any say,
The boy who did no wrong, but was gay,
With his life, he had to pay.
His family cried in despair and dismay,
For their loving son had been taken away,
And now they all sat in silence,
For Gray would never see another day.
For souls who have had their lives ripped apart, and those who rip their lives apart, we pray.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
Revenge itches, where love never reaches,
It itches in the shared cups,
in the shared beds
in the shared bodies,
But never, in the shared hearts,
For these days, they are not shared
All love is today,
Is a folkdance in a folkworld,
With folks one will never truly love,
But pretend to be loving, Living
How lively!
The roads, the parks, the brothels,
All flood with bodies, not souls
For the vessels are empty,
staring at each other's empty faces,
Prizing empty words to one another,
And mocking anybody different,
How lively!
And in such fragrance too,
Some bear to protest,
The lively call them dead,
In which case, dying is more beautiful
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
My mind is too full of my thoughts...
Sinking deeper into the abyss.
My thoughts swallow me up and then
I am consumed by the everlasting darkness.
***Liarwhoreawfulbitchslutfailurepaincrysadness
Notenoughidiotdisappointmentterriblepathetic
Dieleavesuicideweakcuthurtunwanteduglydumb
Alonebrokendepresseddarkevilcoldunhappy
Cryingstupidnothingharmbloodanger***
I am sinking deeper into
The death of my
Terrible
Mind.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
At nine p.m.
they roll up
the crooked
sidewalks
like they're
fabric bolts.
And every neon
light in the diner
window flickers
in commercial dim.
When winter comes
sometimes i drive past
the closed ice cream stand
and think about what i never did.
At nine p.m.
they shut off
their overhead
living room lights.
Every dog is
in for the night
and only the cats
are crossing the street.
Small town
cozy village
happy people
normal sleepers.
so incredibly
law-abiding
stability's key
Not like me.
at nine p.m.
they roll up
the crooked
sidewalks
like they're
Fabric bolts.
but i've always
felt the need to
walk the streets
around ten p.m.
pretend they're
Still concrete.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
She stands on the edge awake.. yet confused as to where she is
The thoughts blossoming in her mind reek of hatred and fear
she steps out onto the ledge and looks down at her freshly painted toenails
why did I get these painted?.. she thinks..
they're just going to be imprinted in the pavement in a minute anyways
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
My heart is a compass,
guiding me in the direction
I am meant to go.
Only when my path
is STRUCK with the
>>magnetic<<
dIscoMboBulAtiOn
of
<< o u t w a r d >>
opinions, and
s
p
r i n k
l
e
d
with "should"s,
does it become
unclear.
Embrace the journey.
Through struggling,
striving,
and succeeding,
the optimal destination is in reach,
always.
I am there.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC