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A guilty pleasure
I cannot live without
Anyone else completely addicted to brownies (and all other chocolate) even though you know it's bad for you?
 Apr 2013 thevagabondking
Nathan
I will sit here and watch as they burn.
Sit here waiting, yearning to learn.
To see how they act, and hear how they cry.
The names they pray to, as they die.
Truest of truths, all revealed to me.
Now unable to hide what they really want to be.
 Apr 2013 thevagabondking
Chuck
The moon will always rise
The sun will always set
Life is full of mass regret
Redundant

The rain continues to pound
The leaves always wither
There's never anyone around
Repetitious

The clouds float by
The breeze gently cools
Another day, another cry
Repetitive

The flowers bloom
The torrents flow
Yet narcissistically consumed
Over and over and over
Nature suggests that our tiny problems are minuscule and insignificant. We need to be reminded to get over it, see the bigger picture, and enjoy nature and life while we and the sun still is rising! It always will; we won't. Forgive me if I repeated myself in this poem. Haha
There's nothing wrong with missing people

unless





you're a ******.







:)
 Apr 2013 thevagabondking
Evynne
I am holding the universe
Grasping it
Digging my fingers into its very core
I feel the passion building up within me
Stronger and stronger
Until finally I feel it alive and growing inside of me
Running across my bones
Pumping through my veins
Fluttering around in my stomach
I feel all of the secrets that lie within the earth
And my emptiness has seemingly been filled up
And I feel new and whole and blissful

The waiting and the aching have subsided
And I feel bright inside
Illuminated and full of a soaring luster
Like the moonlight is splashing around inside of me
The dark desire and the sadness that once existed and thrived outside of my dreams is now absent
And I realize that I hold a myriad of universes within me
That I always have
But I am universes coexisting within a Great Universe
I am nature, I am energy, I am light
I am the sun and the moon
The stars
I am compiled of stardust and the cosmos
I am a secret soothing sea of soft reflections
And golden comfort
Tingling magnitude
I feel the wind quietly caress my young and forgotten face
As I lay in the green of the grass and the trees with their fluttering leaves
In the comfort of the sun beating down
Warm and strong
On my flesh
I am a blessing to the Great Universe
As it is a blessing to me

My heart doesn't ache that certain ache
I have learned to accept the darkness within me as something beautiful
As a symbol of my strength and all that I have endured
My deepest, darkest secret is quiet and rests easier within me
It no longer pokes and prods at me
A pressure has been lifted from my chest and I am tingling from the inside out
The idea of being forgotten no longer hurts
And my heart beats harder, with more fervor
It feels strong and smooth
Like the ocean's waves
So strong and powerful but so warm and inviting
Soothing
I can breathe again
Almost effortlessly
And it is easy to smile
The calmly spoken conversations of the universe with the earth and its sun and moon echo lovingly within me
I imagine they are touching me gently
Constantly aware of my presence
Running their fingers through my hair
Instilling hope and emitting deserving rays of insight and beauty and knowledge
I feel small but I feel safe
And there is now an ease with tolerating reality
For instead, I live in the stars, my lifetime companions
And the branches of the trees
The whisper of the wind
The warmth of the sun
The wisdom of the moon
The nourishment of the soil

I can feel within my stomach the beaming phrases
Igniting my mind gracefully as I embrace every single sound
I breathe in deeply as the universe kisses me gently
Possessing warm company
Emitting newborn intervals of flare, vigor, and understanding
I have found rapture and euphoria
And all the while it was residing within me
I was just searching for it in all the wrong places

I have been presented with a new perspective
And I now exist within a dimension
I have only ever been able to dream about
While in my presence you think of a ridiculous photo of me,
I, however, when in your company I think of

How soft your lips are and
I like the way your mouth feels; the scent of your breath
You smell like my perfume, I hope I don't look too awful right now
Your hands are constantly on me, I've never liked that before, but I do now

"Maybe I do like you" are the sweetest words I've heard in months
I want this so badly, do you?

You are so lovely when you're under me,
I could do this for hours

I love the way you feel against my cold flesh,
Your skin is so smooth, your hands swimming laps on the skin of my back
No matter the film, I find them impossible to focus on,
I'd rather be learning the story of each of your scars

"Come here" you pull me close to you,
Arms around me, lips on mine, hands running wild, breathless
Am I lovely to you when I'm under you?

Do you see the vulnerability in my eyes and the way I sigh?
Or in the way I press my nails into your back and my teeth into your neck?
Sweet, sweet release.

More plans for the night are made, but we never leave the bed
Instead, I fall asleep to the rhythmic beating of your heart against my back,
*your hot breath dancing on the base of my neck.
 Apr 2013 thevagabondking
Sawyer
Nights like this
Are the nights that will **** me.

Nights when translucent ghosts
Drape their long arms

Around my waist and take me
Waltzing across you bedroom ceiling;

Nights when sad songs pour
Out of the cracked walls

And fill my heart
With their bittersweet nostalgia;

Nights when my body freezes
In its despairing loneliness,

Cold stone wrapped in stiff sheets
And sopping pillows.

Nights like this,
I lie awake, aware of

The tangible emptiness,
The stale smell of grief.

Nights like this,
I **** myself the way I killed you,

I break the way you did:
Delicately, like the slivered backs

Of infant birds
Left the nest too soon;

Like thunder collapsing,
Shaking cupboards and windows

In time with our trembling shoulders.
You told me, you told me

"I can't just forget this like you can."
But I don't forget.

Like a soldier cut open
By the knife she obliged herself,

I bleed.
I hold my insides

Inside, cram you back
Deep into my chest,

Wrap memories around my spine
A spiral  staircase of sorrow and

Sweet intentions, where no one will see
The trail of blood

Save for me.

I,
I do not escape this.

I cannot cast aside
Ashen remains, box up burning coals.

I can only carry them with me,
A red thread around my finger

Burning your name in my skin.
I carry my sorrow like a crow on my shoulder;

It pecks on my neck sharp reminders
And gorges on my acute isolation.

You say I forget,
But nights like this,

I remember everything
And regret nothing,

Even on nights like this
When all of me screams

But nothing hurts.
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