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"binded" poems
Let me take you , Into my fathomless fantasy. Let me uncover , What it feels like to be the one to love. I see our bodies pressed against each other. Fragrances binded into one. Lips being sober. Adrenaline pumping it's pace over . I sense your heartbeat against mine And I hear everything , From the whispers to the moans and the sound of your breathe . You loose sweat , you cry , you sleep , you care , and you love tooo? I lay confused . I thought you did not exist for real. I thought you were made of metaphors.
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
Let me.
I use to write of pain and tribulation mmm I've always just been looking to feel the greatest sensation senses at peaks, they peak when they peek at the sight of elation I've always taken to sealing all my stories away in notebooks with binding finally looking to fray because the pressure they hold brings such a dismay Binded in between faded blue lines I swear im fine I swear im fine in these lines of what could have been mine and I'll lose it all in this glass of wine where red bleeds to black and I've done away with that The great purge of endless words heard by no one other than the mad man running through my head screaming that I can do anything I thought my mind and limbs had banned from the realm of possibilities Because pain ought not be sealed to live an endless life So I now write of hope and dreams and the endless possibilites that stretch from the cities and into the trees finally dancing down into these seas but I'm also writing of wishes and laughs and smiles too because what else can you do there are only a few who know everything is new everything we knew can be lost in the great blue that paints our skies and seas carrying away the bundle of keys that locks pandora's box and leaves us with happiness and cheer Because happiness can be carried in anything as simple as a tear racing down the lines of your cranial that houses your greatest fears From the lines of light blue to the minds of the hopeful and the true And words of optimism should live And breathe and smile and laugh In the hearts of the world for a lifetime and I digress In a habitat so vast With horizons reaching from sky to sky Drowned in blues and red I'm glad to of found you at last We're left to defy all that society presents as lies I wanna speak at an intimate decibel Acknowledge your flaws, don't be bound by them Open your mouth to nothing coming own Settle down in your head and make a home I just want to compliment your soul
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Intimate Decibel
I use to write of pain and tribulation mmm I've always just been looking to feel the greatest sensation senses at peaks, they peak when they peek at the sight of elation I've always taken to sealing all my stories away in notebooks with binding finally looking to fray because the pressure they hold brings such a dismay Binded in between faded blue lines I swear im fine I swear im fine in these lines of what could have been mine and I'll lose it all in this glass of wine where red bleeds to black and I've done away with that The great purge of endless words heard by no one other than the mad man running through my head screaming that I can do anything I thought my mind and limbs had banned from the realm of possibilities Because pain ought not be sealed to live an endless life So I now write of hope and dreams and the endless possibilites that stretch from the cities and into the trees finally dancing down into these seas but I'm also writing of wishes and laughs and smiles too because what else can you do there are only a few who know everything is new everything we knew can be lost in the great blue that paints our skies and seas carrying away the bundle of keys that locks pandora's box and leaves us with happiness and cheer Because happiness can be carried in anything as simple as a tear racing down the lines of your cranial that houses your greatest fears From the lines of light blue to the minds of the hopeful and the true And words of optimism should live And breathe and smile and laugh In the hearts of the world for a lifetime and I digress In a habitat so vast With horizons reaching from sky to sky Drowned in blues and red I'm glad to of found you at last We're left to defy all that society presents as lies I wanna speak at an intimate decibel Acknowledge your flaws, don't be bound by them Open your mouth to nothing coming own Settle down in your head and make a home I just want to compliment your soul
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i never imagined that i could get a chance to hear your hearts beat, because you have mine with you but finally i'm so happy that i got to hear the sound how our hearts together beats....!
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
our hearts binded together
LGBT. You may have never heard of this acronym before, Or maybe you associate it with liberals, or Obama, Or hippies. LGBT stands for: Lesbian: I was approached by a straight man At a gay bar, who asked me if I wanted to 'have a good time'. I told him no. I could see something in his eyes Flicker, and he asked me why I told him I only liked women In that regard He stood up angrily, And told me that I was an Ugly d*ke anyway. LGBT stands for Gay: I was holding hands with My boyfriend while We were walking in the park. We watched an older woman Walk up to us and say, "You're going to hell." I said, "I'll see you there," She glared at me before Storming off in a rage, mumbling, "Disgusting f*g." On her way. LGBT stands for Bisexual: I came out to my family today. My cousin said, "You're just confused." My father said, "Don't you dare walk in My house with a f*ggot." My mother said, "Pick a side." My supposed "friends" said, "You're just desperate and greedy." I've been dating an amazing person That I can never share if I want to Stay on good terms with "family". LGBT stands for Transgender: I binded my chest today With Ace bandages even though I know it's extremely unsafe Because I didn't want to be Seen as a girl again. I finally cut my own hair And when I told my mom why She told me, "Leave before your father gets home." I am sleeping on my friend's couch tonight Because my parents couldn't accept me As their son. You might associate the acronym LGBT With liberals. Liberals that don't use their religion as an Excuse when they're really just scared. Or Obama who said, "No one in America Should be scared to walk down the street Holding the hand of the person they love." Or hippies who refuse to conform to Heteronormativity, because it only matters That you love, the who or when or where or why or How Doesn't matter nearly as much. People are more than their secondary *** Characteristics. "Love thy neighbor as thyself", right?
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
LGBT (Slam Poem #2)
LGBT. You may have never heard of this acronym before, Or maybe you associate it with liberals, or Obama, Or hippies. LGBT stands for: Lesbian: I was approached by a straight man At a gay bar, who asked me if I wanted to 'have a good time'. I told him no. I could see something in his eyes Flicker, and he asked me why I told him I only liked women In that regard He stood up angrily, And told me that I was an Ugly d*ke anyway. LGBT stands for Gay: I was holding hands with My boyfriend while We were walking in the park. We watched an older woman Walk up to us and say, "You're going to hell." I said, "I'll see you there," She glared at me before Storming off in a rage, mumbling, "Disgusting f*g." On her way. LGBT stands for Bisexual: I came out to my family today. My cousin said, "You're just confused." My father said, "Don't you dare walk in My house with a f*ggot." My mother said, "Pick a side." My supposed "friends" said, "You're just desperate and greedy." I've been dating an amazing person That I can never share if I want to Stay on good terms with "family". LGBT stands for Transgender: I binded my chest today With Ace bandages even though I know it's extremely unsafe Because I didn't want to be Seen as a girl again. I finally cut my own hair And when I told my mom why She told me, "Leave before your father gets home." I am sleeping on my friend's couch tonight Because my parents couldn't accept me As their son. You might associate the acronym LGBT With liberals. Liberals that don't use their religion as an Excuse when they're really just scared. Or Obama who said, "No one in America Should be scared to walk down the street Holding the hand of the person they love." Or hippies who refuse to conform to Heteronormativity, because it only matters That you love, the who or when or where or why or How Doesn't matter nearly as much. People are more than their secondary *** Characteristics. "Love thy neighbor as thyself", right?
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Within creased paper lie binded souls Firmly held within my clutch , Ideology hemorrhaging as non-opposables only bend so much. Thirsty i reached for a swig of your cup  Open palmed  This vessel mishandled  the contents soaked through bedrock Its remains a drink for the decrepit.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
morals
How I adore your nerve when you kissed me in your closet upon sheets made of legos and all of your childhood dreams. How easy I am for you to draw when you play on stage the song that you wrote me, The one that feels like rock climbing by the river, Like naps in the summer when I drool on your chest and you don't mind, Like kissing you until the very last minute of my curfew, only to break it for the miracle that is your lips. How alluring is your breath on my neck, Your voice in my ear when you told me that you loved me and you didn't stop smiling, even as the years went by and I did. How I craved, longed, begged for time to be still the time you took me to the highest hill you could drive to, You called it my mountain. "At first, you look at it and it's so small, but once you notice it, it's all you can see," you said. How my stomach floods with waves of nostalgia and a taste of everything I've ever had to live without, With complete and utter spell-binded devotion at the simple familiarity of your smell. How addicted I am to your laugh when you're happy and the mastered impression you do of your mom. How weak I am to your intellect and your appreciation of literature and real music, Your enthusiasm for art and the "name that note" game you force upon me as you stumble onto the classical radio station. How in love I am with your romance that is as childish as my attachment to my baby blankie and my mother's childhood walrus that you never ceased to insult. Our pajama day that we decided over our prom, When we turned on John Mayer and slow danced in your room. Your idea of a date consisted of fake wine and me. How incredibly warm are the coldest of nights, On the side of your dirt road as we lie in the snow that is too cold for comfort, yet holds us there with the fear that one day will not look the same as this one and I would bear any amount of cold winter to keep one more moment of yours. How I cherish the way you latch my pinky with yours when we walk And the face you don't know you make when you play guitar. The rooftop where you kissed me for the very first time and the string rings we wore to remind each other we were still there. How incredibly and unfortunately devout I am to all that I remember of you.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Something Like Nostalgia
How I adore your nerve when you kissed me in your closet upon sheets made of legos and all of your childhood dreams. How easy I am for you to draw when you play on stage the song that you wrote me, The one that feels like rock climbing by the river, Like naps in the summer when I drool on your chest and you don't mind, Like kissing you until the very last minute of my curfew, only to break it for the miracle that is your lips. How alluring is your breath on my neck, Your voice in my ear when you told me that you loved me and you didn't stop smiling, even as the years went by and I did. How I craved, longed, begged for time to be still the time you took me to the highest hill you could drive to, You called it my mountain. "At first, you look at it and it's so small, but once you notice it, it's all you can see," you said. How my stomach floods with waves of nostalgia and a taste of everything I've ever had to live without, With complete and utter spell-binded devotion at the simple familiarity of your smell. How addicted I am to your laugh when you're happy and the mastered impression you do of your mom. How weak I am to your intellect and your appreciation of literature and real music, Your enthusiasm for art and the "name that note" game you force upon me as you stumble onto the classical radio station. How in love I am with your romance that is as childish as my attachment to my baby blankie and my mother's childhood walrus that you never ceased to insult. Our pajama day that we decided over our prom, When we turned on John Mayer and slow danced in your room. Your idea of a date consisted of fake wine and me. How incredibly warm are the coldest of nights, On the side of your dirt road as we lie in the snow that is too cold for comfort, yet holds us there with the fear that one day will not look the same as this one and I would bear any amount of cold winter to keep one more moment of yours. How I cherish the way you latch my pinky with yours when we walk And the face you don't know you make when you play guitar. The rooftop where you kissed me for the very first time and the string rings we wore to remind each other we were still there. How incredibly and unfortunately devout I am to all that I remember of you.
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A llama mama who is ever so special A swimmer glides through the water with so much grace Artistically inclines, genius by birth; slacker by choice Music.Lit.Bio.Lovely girl whom I very much admire Strong girl who makes use of every opportunity Another swimmer with heart and face so lovely An elephant - the light o' every lil' chat Candy- words so wise; heart so warm Another brave girl; lots in common; in every way beautiful Eloquent speaker And A Violinist Another swimmer with such a laugh! Our dear walking dictionary; never fails to put a smile on my face Runner and fighter ALL THE WAY Vettypoop aka my spirit animal Smiling dolphin Laughing cheerful pop **** Artyfarty girl with so much poise and grace Artyfarty and a swimmer? Ooh la la Cute and sweet and everything else with a tinge of the kpop Disciplinarian and nice 1Der with a twinned soul A cutie pie with a such a heart Strange girl this one is but I love the way she talks and writes. Strange laughter and even stranger words you say Motherly touches My lovely leader, with such a beautiful core Craycray, stay craycray bubu Smiler and such a high toned shriek You my bestie; my listening ear Ordinary Me Meangirl99 at first sight, lovelygirl99 at the second KimChi such a hard-worker Another hard worker with a positive glow A dancer on a note of sarcasm Heart of gold; Mind of snow Naughty naughty so this is my class of 36 every girl a wonderful light and this 36 beautiful souls make up the beautiful beautiful class of 203 With varying teachers and varying situations, we have stood by each other With much faith I have in all of you Let's soar to the skies Pull each other to soar and soar and soar to heights never known never reached. I know we are going to make 2013 our year 203's year to amaze people like never before. Prove every teacher we are the awesomest class on earth. Trust me. We will. Every strength and weakness binded together; 203 is going to ROCK THE HOUSE TONIGHT! :)
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
A class of 36
A llama mama who is ever so special A swimmer glides through the water with so much grace Artistically inclines, genius by birth; slacker by choice Music.Lit.Bio.Lovely girl whom I very much admire Strong girl who makes use of every opportunity Another swimmer with heart and face so lovely An elephant - the light o' every lil' chat Candy- words so wise; heart so warm Another brave girl; lots in common; in every way beautiful Eloquent speaker And A Violinist Another swimmer with such a laugh! Our dear walking dictionary; never fails to put a smile on my face Runner and fighter ALL THE WAY Vettypoop aka my spirit animal Smiling dolphin Laughing cheerful pop **** Artyfarty girl with so much poise and grace Artyfarty and a swimmer? Ooh la la Cute and sweet and everything else with a tinge of the kpop Disciplinarian and nice 1Der with a twinned soul A cutie pie with a such a heart Strange girl this one is but I love the way she talks and writes. Strange laughter and even stranger words you say Motherly touches My lovely leader, with such a beautiful core Craycray, stay craycray bubu Smiler and such a high toned shriek You my bestie; my listening ear Ordinary Me Meangirl99 at first sight, lovelygirl99 at the second KimChi such a hard-worker Another hard worker with a positive glow A dancer on a note of sarcasm Heart of gold; Mind of snow Naughty naughty so this is my class of 36 every girl a wonderful light and this 36 beautiful souls make up the beautiful beautiful class of 203 With varying teachers and varying situations, we have stood by each other With much faith I have in all of you Let's soar to the skies Pull each other to soar and soar and soar to heights never known never reached. I know we are going to make 2013 our year 203's year to amaze people like never before. Prove every teacher we are the awesomest class on earth. Trust me. We will. Every strength and weakness binded together; 203 is going to ROCK THE HOUSE TONIGHT! :)
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For those who feel it in their hearts, that want it to be different, separate from fighting. They know that love is more than a simple truth that is forever in their heads. Those kinds of people are open minded, binded by feelings and loyalty. Hold on to Freedom and love, lift up by the wings I have given you. With only doubt, hatred, and hurt to hold you back. Fly past that all and lift up your hearts to the music that surrounds. Give what is deserved but not what is taken. Be understanding and truthful to your temptations. Hold onto what you are and what you are not. Bluff only when you play cards. But not in real life. Hold up your head, for you should be proud, for pride is what holds me up each day. Don't be down, don't rain on my success. Your words are inspirations to all. One more thing to say to those open minded people. Lift your hearts to spread to others.
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Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 7:00 AM UTC
Open Minded People
I love mysteries but not just the type   printed in black ink    in binded books I enjoy the mysteries that walk   that contain a set of lost eyes    whose lips speak words     in a particular voice whose ears always have earphones whose mind drifts off   whose face of concentration    is something quite beautiful I like that kind of mystery whose laugh is unique   whose smile is a rarity    and has rarely spoken     to me we only speak with our eyes exchanging wondrous stares.
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
mystery
Hordes of metaphorical oracles awaken me from sleep Dreams of paralysis, lost inside the deep Rabbit hole analysis meets a descent so steep While these Prodding thoughts got me tripping over my own feet Interpretations or revelations what does it mean? How long can one last existing inside of this scene? Wide eyes lids closed coincide with winter snow shallow breath heavy toll watching bodies decompose presence felt, identity unknown, an experience to shake the bones. Straining to take quick control, interpretations from the occipital lobe lying semi lucid, fear from the cold vocalizing panicked silence binded in time with mind stuck in molds To even have witnissed this instance means it's time to grow. the fire's flowing im slowly blowing my CO2 What do I want, what do I need? This mission eye must see through Take this steady ascension into the next lesson clearing the mirror for a perspective of truth.   The more that is reflected, the more I see you
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Sleep Paralysis
A ceaseless compulsion Memorizing every mark and story you tell My destructive ways Playing the game destroying your name Starving Cutting Burning Anyway to create more pain Here you stand striking and majestic You walked away resilient Disfigured to society I only see grace Every mark encompassing you resembles strength I now respect myself We are binded together boundless through intertwined life Our infinite form My spirit and body Combine as one I promise to love
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Awake
Brains constantly devoured, Forged as the unknown. Intellect decieving creative diction Pardon errors and revise. The hours you spent Absorbing anything but sleep, Piles up to the layers Of stars and air. Stop being the person You thought you were. Brush off values you knew, Learn to teach something old. Tear ducts flood out Sodium enhanced contracts, That binded you to affliction Yesterday, and all hours that remain. It doesn't have to stop, And it doesn't have to start. Sit through the releasing Of depressing minds. Cope with the contract That you desperately signed. Let them hear you weep And see your pathetic eyes. Stars shine with hope, You shine with sadness. Thirsting for more oppertunities That allow you to feel something. Now that there is nothing left To feel, and nothing left To hate, forgetting them Is chronologically ensuing.
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Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 9:43 AM UTC
Sodium Contract
we all flow through life like rivers here and there, crested glimmers sun shimmered atop waves once ripples at last glance of this looking glass..? men surely shivered locked in depths of mind where feral thoughts blind binded by "my" mentality the self is selectively obsessive malevolent eloquent evident in heaven sent temperament I. I.. I... can do no wrong.. can do no wrong. can do no wrong! those with bias revel in personally pious thought a myriad of self destruction pompous contemplation decimates civilization we all flow the same way we all ride the same wave once a ripple from a stones throw bound to glimmer when we all flow
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
river flow
Grief comes in waves It ebbs and flows One minuet you're fine The next who knows? My heart's in shackles Binded in chains Since the day you left I've never been the same It broke my heart to hear you were gone I miss you I love you It's hard to be strong If I could have just one more day I'd take your hand then I'd say I'm sorry I left I'm sorry there was no goodbye I'd give you a kiss I'd try not to cry I pray you forgive me for not being there Life may be beautiful But it sure isn't fair.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Ocean of Grief
Euphoric visions Frantic envisions Body collisions Heavy prescriptions Enlightened by a muse that I was happily given Unwarranted treasures on the paper was written Psychadelic notions Underminded by twitches Glares of green lights flashing In the artists’ painted trenches Heavy prescriptions Doses of living Binded by ink from a tie-dye fitting Zones flowing in and out Lying down for the feeling Eyes looking up At the neon-colored ceiling Ah, is this living A euphoric disposition? Defying immortality by a psychedelic existence Back under... To the trenches And the heavy prescriptions
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
Don't Let The High Go To Waste
They say come shine with us brotha We'll make you a star Above the life your living Into a new beginning They Really want you to Illuminate... So They'll scope you out, take your talents and you'll Illumainate.. Out of the darkness of nothingness the normal everyday Into a new relm of darkness Blinded, guided all the way, So You'll do as they say becasue you want their way of lifestyle they portray, But thats not their everyday But You Illuminate..... On the black and white cause colors don't exsit well not by themselves just hidden in abyss But you Illuminate.... Climbing to the top your light can't be stoped, As a pawn in their chess game you just want the fame Because you Illuminate.... You think we are not the same And you do as they say found no better way to see but out one Eye an As You Illuminate... All You see is I Cuz To you thats who got you there, But they know it was them and You so unaware You Illuminate For Him, Marrying the night with contracts that seem so right and then Your tied to strings To Illuminate All there things, the corruption of the pure No longer your own source of power, But they're your electricity Causing you to Illuminate The way they want you to be Binded To the ROC Universal Mind control, But everyone Once a chance To Illuminate The Soul.... Making this your goal you dont understand, They say to be great... You Need To Illuminate....
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May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
Illuminate
One cannot just simply Replace The salty tears or scattered pieces That once contained a heart. One cannot just simply Reconstruct The fallen home or forgotten wishes Withholding a haven of wonder and Bittersweet reminiscence. One cannot just simply Prosper When this world has once again come to an Abrupt halt The smiles and sentiments have refrained from spinning and The images have stopped moving. Where there was once laughter Now lies an empty silence. Where there was once life Now lies an empty body.   Everything that binded her in rusted chains Escaped from her desperate grasp and now She Is only a memory.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Rusted Chains
Bathtub music and drums played on the surface of Davy Jones's mirror: the ceramic holds the sea, the sea, and all within it: ***** me. Scrubbed you off my skin again for the umpteenth night in a row. Row row row our boat away from the constant, constant rows. Stormy arguments and weathered mistrust. You'll break me, won't you? I'll break you, won't I? Won't you come drown with me Ariel? Won't you come up with me to the kitchen and lock up the door then lock up the oven then lock up ourselves in carbon-monoxide poetry? But then how does cooking gas end up as sass in a library? How did sustenance turn into asphyxiation?  Why are our hands on each other's throats instead of being binded by the absoluteness, the certainty, the assuredness of palms within palms and fingers interlocked and question marks dispelled. Splash! as way in and over my head is the bathtub music and my absorbent curls are drinking, drinking, drinking, thinking about the why you only call me when you're drinking, drinking, drinking; thinking about the way I cannot suppress you when the cellphone has long gone quiet and your Hughes of blue are still loud but your red is dead. Ariel, Ariel, I want to be your dark-haired prince. Ariel, Ariel, my country is landlocked but I still see you in the sink. Ariel, Ariel, gurgling away as the bathtub music fades into ugly brown rings around the ceramic pause button that shows no hope of continuation Ariel, Ariel, you are the final splash! as the false sea drifts away, the final splash! that scatters bathtub music past the drain and into the air. Ariel, Ariel, you are the false rain that my landlocked country never prayed for. Ariel, Ariel, toneless, begotten and forgotten Ariel, Ariel. I cannot sing for you. I cannot. You will not sing for me. You will not. The final splash! past the drain and into the air is you Ariel. The false rain. The rain song of our endless games.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Rain Song.
Bathtub music and drums played on the surface of Davy Jones's mirror: the ceramic holds the sea, the sea, and all within it: ***** me. Scrubbed you off my skin again for the umpteenth night in a row. Row row row our boat away from the constant, constant rows. Stormy arguments and weathered mistrust. You'll break me, won't you? I'll break you, won't I? Won't you come drown with me Ariel? Won't you come up with me to the kitchen and lock up the door then lock up the oven then lock up ourselves in carbon-monoxide poetry? But then how does cooking gas end up as sass in a library? How did sustenance turn into asphyxiation?  Why are our hands on each other's throats instead of being binded by the absoluteness, the certainty, the assuredness of palms within palms and fingers interlocked and question marks dispelled. Splash! as way in and over my head is the bathtub music and my absorbent curls are drinking, drinking, drinking, thinking about the why you only call me when you're drinking, drinking, drinking; thinking about the way I cannot suppress you when the cellphone has long gone quiet and your Hughes of blue are still loud but your red is dead. Ariel, Ariel, I want to be your dark-haired prince. Ariel, Ariel, my country is landlocked but I still see you in the sink. Ariel, Ariel, gurgling away as the bathtub music fades into ugly brown rings around the ceramic pause button that shows no hope of continuation Ariel, Ariel, you are the final splash! as the false sea drifts away, the final splash! that scatters bathtub music past the drain and into the air. Ariel, Ariel, you are the false rain that my landlocked country never prayed for. Ariel, Ariel, toneless, begotten and forgotten Ariel, Ariel. I cannot sing for you. I cannot. You will not sing for me. You will not. The final splash! past the drain and into the air is you Ariel. The false rain. The rain song of our endless games.
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I know we've never set foot in one place together; but I've dived deep in to your ecosystem treading along the puddled paths and having you by my side telling me how one patch needed to be stitched and how one was already mended, you gifted me the key to unlock the equations circulating in your veins; I know. I know there was never a day our laughs intertwined; but right when I find myself in one of those troublesome cracks you'd recite a joke or two, caressing me with the warmth of your words & making me fall more intoxicated in you, you'd make the ends of my lips curve up with every whisper of your existence; I know. I know I haven't yet inhaled the scent resting on the base of your skin; but love, oh love was made to be created within, in our minds we have played the game, and in our hearts, we played it even more, I'll let you know the scents you remind me of: like freshly ironed clothes, morning coffee and football, I know. and finally, I know our story isn't binded yet, in fact, I know we'll need a million more pages, so hold my hand, will you? let's travel to cloud 9 and let us weave this love story together.
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Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
let's travel to cloud 9
Oh, The places I have gone, Into the gutter onto the street, Regurgitated, Every fiber, Of my uneven being, A little yin, A lot of yang, And the realization, Of the cost of "freedom", Is security, And the lies swept under the rug, Therein. Where do I go? In this world I do not fit within, It suits me not, Too corporeal, too moralistic, Too judging, and a little bit too thin. Always finding reasons, To opress other human beings, Even in democracy, The masses lurk, Judging, what is good men. The young are chained, Binded by systems and laws, Signed to social contracts, They didnt ask for, and most will never understand. All in the great, revolutionary idea! Oh, yes, as they will tell you with a smile, You can be anything you want to be! (If you get a 4.0) You can love freely! (Except gays and underaged) And women let me tell you, Yes how to get an abortion, And when! Always distinguishing, Classifying people, Alpha and beta, And whatever else in bygone alphabets, We are social animals, Civilized only in lies. And all men are not created equal! Some are born to die. We laugh in the face of this evil, Because we cannot control our own existence, And the only other option is to cry, And self annihilate. Of course, to the world, This is so very wrong. Such a crazy guy. There is no freedom I say. Only the mirror image, The perception of such, We make our own choices, Sure, Pre ordained by our genetics, Our expereinces, our cultures, The boxes of our very thoughts, Ergo the very essence of who we are, For if we were different, We would go left, And not right, into the very clutches of Satan, The demons men swear by. I've got nothing nice to say, Or contribute to society, So I oft think, I'd best stay silent, And censure myself away, I hurt my friends, My family my loved ones, And add onto the suffering list, Still knowing the worst I got, is better than a lot of men. So, alas, Mi amore, I have a lie to say, If you but love me, Oh just one night, I will love you, Forevermore.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
A Critique
Oh, The places I have gone, Into the gutter onto the street, Regurgitated, Every fiber, Of my uneven being, A little yin, A lot of yang, And the realization, Of the cost of "freedom", Is security, And the lies swept under the rug, Therein. Where do I go? In this world I do not fit within, It suits me not, Too corporeal, too moralistic, Too judging, and a little bit too thin. Always finding reasons, To opress other human beings, Even in democracy, The masses lurk, Judging, what is good men. The young are chained, Binded by systems and laws, Signed to social contracts, They didnt ask for, and most will never understand. All in the great, revolutionary idea! Oh, yes, as they will tell you with a smile, You can be anything you want to be! (If you get a 4.0) You can love freely! (Except gays and underaged) And women let me tell you, Yes how to get an abortion, And when! Always distinguishing, Classifying people, Alpha and beta, And whatever else in bygone alphabets, We are social animals, Civilized only in lies. And all men are not created equal! Some are born to die. We laugh in the face of this evil, Because we cannot control our own existence, And the only other option is to cry, And self annihilate. Of course, to the world, This is so very wrong. Such a crazy guy. There is no freedom I say. Only the mirror image, The perception of such, We make our own choices, Sure, Pre ordained by our genetics, Our expereinces, our cultures, The boxes of our very thoughts, Ergo the very essence of who we are, For if we were different, We would go left, And not right, into the very clutches of Satan, The demons men swear by. I've got nothing nice to say, Or contribute to society, So I oft think, I'd best stay silent, And censure myself away, I hurt my friends, My family my loved ones, And add onto the suffering list, Still knowing the worst I got, is better than a lot of men. So, alas, Mi amore, I have a lie to say, If you but love me, Oh just one night, I will love you, Forevermore.
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Your blissful touch ignites my whole heart As your angelic blares forth forever divine Your alluring kisses that part the Heavens Help me thank God you are eternally mine My very own heart longs for your presence While your caring heart awakens my soul Perpetually I am fused with your essence; Entrancing me evermore making me whole Our souls embrace then reaching harmony Sharing in Heaven their true eternal love Spell-binded with bliss throughout eternity Reaching majestic instants never heard of Sweet tides from your rapture fascinate me As your glaring beauty grasps from within Eternally your love will keep my soul free By engulfing my essence through my skin Flawless perfection; a rose amongst flowers Forever our love plays our own symphony We will make love to a curtain of showers As eternally we bathe in our loves ecstasy
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Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 1:31 PM UTC
A Rose Amongst Flowers
Its called manic depression. When im riding that beautiful and fierce high, it feels like nothing will ever stop me. As if nobody could drop me fore i was floating away in the stars where nobody can touch me. But atlas, we must all abide by the law of phsyics, every humans greatest weakness. we all know the dreded saying, "Once something goes up, it must always come down." I never know what causes me to fall, it could be a word; to a voice. A phrase; to a smile. A song; to laugh. Nothing; to a smell. Its this free fall into a never ending abyuss of hopelessness. Things that made me happy just moments ago, push me farther down below. There is no fighting it, its not as simple as reaching my hands out and asking for help. Im binded together by my hands and feet, with a thick layer of duck tape covering my lips. Striping me of my dignity. Its a constant struggle, suicidal tendencies reep across the corner, ready to pounce. But somehow I manage to keep myself alive. Somehow im still here.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Hopelesss.
(For the Words of LIFE have already been spoken tens of Times over through the Centuries) I’d write, spill out words, letters binded and bond, pasted to structure and form. Language to engage and interact, to mean and defy, but this tongue of fingers, lips of print and digital paper have laser printed the world out upon the glitter of the screen. Whispered to sing and shriek sonnets of the reality I’m chuckling within, presence surrounding. I’ve spent shadowed years to form my personalized blue prints, the architecture of the emotions and logics, the laws to routines I’ve overseen. I’ve grasped reality and found a serene among terror and sadness, wretched and blurred. Obviously I can contain contentnous when I’m so lavished, family surrounding, medium wealth cloaked about me, but it only gives me even more reason to convey calm, control, and content. I’ve bathed among aloneness to puzzle about in confuse and wonder, figuring to form a philosophy. There is nothing left to pass against the parched flesh of my lips, for the universe has already grasped it within the wind. Devoured my sense of self and awareness, there’s little left to say when every significant philosophy and observation I’ve known and could provide I’ve already said or has been said for it is but a well known to sought after cliché or element of the living. What’s left to speak when every thought feels as common knowledge.
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Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 10:44 PM UTC
A Philosophers Tongue with no Initiative to Speak
Hey you! It seems like you've forgetten Yes, you have forgotten about me! You've abandoned me for many years You went away without a word You left me at 5 years old And I hated you... Cursed you for all the pain that you caused Blamed you in every adverse I just hated you! I've told myself that I will never forgive Even in death I will keep the hate But then... **** this heart! Despite of everything I still love you deep inside Your memories were misery You were never there in my agony But still, I love you Yes, I do... I really really do You're still a part of me And I'm a part of you That's the irreversible truth... We are forever binded in strings of blood I could never cut loose!
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
Hate You, Love You