"apath" poems
Bed ridden,
Cold,
And Barely breathing.
I await you to drift in,
Like turning leaves in autmun wind.
Chasing your shadow through the corners of my latency
Make me believe in fairies.
Dance me in violet haze
twirl me with nymphs of woods everlasting
let me prance my weaknesses down
Through apath of serenities among orange speckled wild lilies
Take me where I can breathe
Besides these letters of make believe pages.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
i,ve made love to a woman
whom twas a radiant fauld
of glamoring apath y
yet i often dreamily
recall in lazy strings of lucid
her nice hair
or
patient grass
often as i culled the fairy heat, her *****
i'd say in particular her name
a n d itt wasSUMmer,
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
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I'm a closet hopeless romantic
hiding my heart away under the facade
of having a block of ice in its place;
an empath in an apath's clothing.
I can pick out the fuckboys from a mile away,
hands tied behind my back and blindfolded.
I don't want your meaningless physical touch.
Why settle for something less
when I can just do the job better myself?
What I crave is that connection.
The kind you feel upon first locking eyes,
where your soul and their soul interacts,
and something just clicks.
When two people share that soul connection,
it's not just *******
it's a whole beautiful experience.
And though it's only been a few moments
since I had something like this,
to my soul,
it feels like a millennia
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC