"boundries" poems
remember that time
laying in your bed
back when you we both thought we knew
and you stroked my stomach and kissed my hearts
variously placed of course
cleavage. stomach. hips. sleeve.
lustful sweet **** me now"
boundries not crossed but completely jumped
eh, **** it.
but for now... your hands?
here...
and there.
remember that time...
you smiled and i laughed
made the moment
...laughter.
"ahh **** ****
it was just a dream.
snap. back to the percieved
whats the point if i'm going to remember every smile,
moan and laugh
replayed...
over and over...
****
i'm fertile and *****
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
Moved by the guiding hands of the wind,
While avoiding the living room box's trend.
Although fixate with this generation's iPad,
Or impulse to explore the Xbox's dungeon,
And glimpse the pages of the Forbe, the Facebook, and the likes.
Make time to be in the moment of solace,
A time to dream to explore ideals,
Like floating in nebula avoiding the all powerful black hole.
Navigating the void of the sense of inner torment,
Or charting the boundries of the next voyages of personal task.
One does need to depart from disparity of news,
Or lose sense of humanity by deprived reality TV,
For satirical movies like Idiocracy prophesied seem realized.
One does need to regroup in personal cocoon,
Meld by the silent melodies of beating chest,
Like metronome syncing the keys of the piano to Bach,
While breathing upon the horizon of rebirth,
And find your enshrouded foggy path by beacon of self enlightenment.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
There are many bonds other than friendship
Bonds we don't understand
Bonds we don't need to understand
Bonds that are nameless
Bonds that are just meant to be experienced
Bonds that don't have boundries or limits
Bonds that bind the heart together
Bonds of passion
Bonds of love
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
The flight and call of the birds imbues us with the future. Our past comes from a well. The present lies in a river. Our elders are now gone in crumbling stone. If the bough of the Oak is as wide as 3 men all boundaries can be broken and our souls can pass on.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:39 AM UTC
For Gertrude Stein
that vast land
a wanderer's dream
to wonder
to ponder
in awe
a~mazed
like spiderwebs
lineages of pearls
falling
cascading
a land of invisble boundries
boudaries unlimited
ideas limitless
exploring
branching
like a woman's thoughts
tree branches
no time no space
the melting of Dali's clocks
a land of no beginnings
no middle
endless
images endless
like the vortex
spiraling inward
downward
voidless
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
Hypnotize me darling with your eyes
Mezmerize me lover with your sighs
**** me with the magic of your kiss
Kindle in me fire that's truly bliss
Break away the boundries that have kept us far apart
Heal the broken pieces of my unforgiving heart
Put it back together like it was
and fill me now and always with your love
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
tense, i lie dazedly upon her bed
she whispers and speaks soft into my ear
i hear naught but loving words from sweet lips
i hold her close as thoughts run through my head
the time is now, she takes all my fear
and stands before me, hands on bare hips
a catch in my breath, a skip in chest, thump thump
ecstasy, it be her name, her body its meaning
i'm wet clay in her grasp, asks "why do you roar?"
her answer is now, the bed doth bump bump
upon the wall, i grip it tight, stare 'pon ceiling
"oh my dear ive never felt this way before!"
blinded now to all but her, she looks at me
mesmerize, and i feel so calm, before the storm
mouth open in empty rawr, i cannot utter a single note
she pauses a moment, i plead, destroy me
til moonlight shines upon her furry form
sweet explosion! finally now, my roar within my throat.
my roar echoes from wall to wall, as do her cries
she wracks my form with passionate ******
the finale, memorable, we can't seem to stand...
we lay there, giving up after a few tries
neither move, content in each other's trust
our love knows no boundries, how grand.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
Its in the way you look at me
The way you touch my thigh
Trail your finger up my leg
Over my hips, along my abs
I know not how you've sinned
Though you said you've been bad
Boy,
The way that you make me feel
Can only be described as heavenly
So how is it
that when you move with me
when you rock my body
kiss my tenderness
love with no boundries
I feel as though
I've sinned?
Nothing that feels this good
Can be anything but bad
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 12:27 PM UTC
Life is tough,
But skin is stronger.
Spilled coffee staining unfinished works.
Forgotten friends, this town *****
Lost time, keep me grounded.
Marked skin,
Late nights, four a.m. knows my soul.
Let's not even pretend we're in love.
I left my heart back in Chicago, but home isn't anywhere
yet.
you all
make me
sick
here. My stomach aches almost as much as my heart.
But not as bad.
Make it to med school & get out alive
they all fear zombies now.
but instead we need to fear growing up and growing out.
the truth.
Get lost, get hurt.
I'm stripped bare, nothing.
Next to it, anyway.
My life, they all tell me I am a sin.
Can't change how I am.
it's alright, everyone. I hate me, too.
Almost as much as all these lies
they keep pouring from your mouths, from one of you to the
Next.
Like needles in my skin,
you are strong, all of you,
but I am stronger though, alive, barely.
Now though, I'm getting better.
I listen to my music loud, as loud as the dials will allow me to take it.
boundries.
But only to keep the silence
In my mind, the words to stop forming sentences, those to stop trying to perfect what can't be done.
My hands are starting to hurt, to keep
pulling myself down back to Earth.
My mind, full of medical knowledge,
Can help anyone, but,
myself.
These highs, they are dull and don't last long enough, these pills,
they cost too much, can't make it out.
But they keep me here,
safe. And I know that I'm fine, will be stronger.
Not enough to be here, for the rest of my life, pathetic.
but enough not to, fade. You all see me,
Understand why in the dark of the night.
That you spill love to me as you feel these deep lines on my body, these troubles.
My past.
Forever haunts me, holds me,
Captive. My future, as gone as it ever was.
Will be.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
where goest thou deep
in concrete streets
of a wicked jungle
the rumble of
unsettling events; intense
concentrating
on escaping
these decrepit patterns
of useless existence
resistance to causualties
turning into familiarities
rear back to attack
fatal norms and society
pressing beliefs into skin violently
picking through dirt like worms
makes you squirm
and crunch the skin on your face
disgrace
to humanity
with their one ounce of sanity
equally dispersed among the public
disruptive you say?
that I've ruined the peace of this virtuous day?
do you sleep at night ?
with the right kind of dreams?
he beams at a perfect system
that thrives in secret tyranny
the irony!
enough to make you sick
and **** on the shiny shoes of the opresser
the ladder to heaven has collapsed and burned
so LEARN how to deal with death life and birth
ON EARTH!
this wont pay off after
no factor of mortality
plays into "divine reward"
like a ***** you're bored of misery and law
so thaw the boundries of
adventure and ambition
petition for ignition
to the revolutionary fire
the dire need for more wood to burn
take turns
melting away
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
I have been to the deep blue
Where my faith had tested my fears
Boundries were crossed
And I had raised my own waters
So high, the sun began to disappear
It was dark there in the shallow
My heart was racing, time running
As my body submerged into- suspence
While the deep I faced challenges
Many creature's in Adam's ale
Shark attacks and eel whip lash
Fish that snap and jelly fish stings
Not knowing there are lessons taught here
I earned trust in faith and I rise again
On the pier I lay sprawled
In all my glory to the sky
It started to pour showers of healing
I rose from drowning, losing breath
Now free to continue my journey
In this baptism on my crown
I had been ready for this world
And these storms blossemed rain showers
Over everything I had faced
Will continue to remind me again
It can't remain stromy forever.
© S .T. Rebel of Eden
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
I was at the bar one night, just minding my buisnees enjoy my fine pour, mistacism and, wonder came floating by in a little black number that i could look at for days. She grabbed a drink and waited for it at the bar. We'd met briefly a few times before, as everyone in a small town does at one point or another. A soft spoken well to do girl, i can't remember her name now. Slender build, blonde hair a girl, and a smile that could buy anything.
She began a converstion cuase her boyfriend was playing pool, i guess if you will she was just being polite. I wasn't going to argue with the girl and of coarse, so i offered the seat next to me and began to enjoy my drink. She asked what i was drinking, I said
"Whiskey"..."Ice", and flicked my glass as i set it down on my worn out coaster. She began to talk of life, finishing school and enjoying living in Kennebunkport while here.I couldn't belive that my alcoholic fishing village was the safe haven for pretty , sweet, and nice girls.
I didn't notice but the time flew and so did the drinks, i could tell dhe was trying to keep up with me. One turned to 3, 3 turned to 8 double for me, and 8 of whatever fruity concoction she was drinking. I felt bad, she was drunk. Her boyfriend walk up to the bar and was angry.
He saw how drunk she had gotten, and who she'd got drunken with.
He didn't try to cuase any trouble but i could see his "boundries" had been crossed. I wasn't worried, guy like me in my home town, bad day for him.
I have to say though, that girl barely knew me, and just wanted a good converstion out of me, and share a laugh. That's a good person, good friend, something i'd like to srtive for one day. Hope for the future.
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
Their connection cannot be denied. heir shared depth crosses all lines of reality. An infinate wisdom, an unspoken truth. An empty space no one could understand but is now understood and shared. An empty space no more. Their seperatness and likeness brought them together to share in those things which are normally beyond human comprehension. They are not bound by the limits that ordinaries have placed upon themselves for they are endless, hungry, searching souls who reach heights unimaginable to the common man. They soar above the never ending boundries of the universe. Their passion is great in all things, their life rich with unsurpassed emotion. They know eachother so deeply that it exceeds all understanding yet they understand without question. Its as if their souls were lost and somehow came to be in this existence, for they often feel they do not belong in this reality we call our world. They are one with themselves, they are one within creation...they are one within eachother.
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 10:43 AM UTC
not knowing what to do,
the path to pursue,
your boundries have an infinate plethera,
with no guide to come over ya,
ideas flow your head,
as you lay in bed,
with questionalbe authority,
with the life in the city...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
I
am
Breaking
every boundary
I have ever drawn. I am
S h a t t e r i n g every lasting
doubt left on the tip of my tongue.
I am S l i d i n g down a pile of the
last of my demure. I am S h e d d i n g
each and every layer guarding my soul.
I am S h a k i n g afraid to let go of my safe wall.
I am T u m b l i n g past everything I have always clung too. I am
Letting go until all that’s left is my fears broken at the bottom of the ledge.
H e a r t b r e a k
F a i l u r e
R e j e c t i o n
L o s s
B.K
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
What if your eyes came back to me
A thousand years from now
When both our bodies have turned to dust
Countless times.
What if I caught you
In the face of a stranger
A perfect stranger.
What if I knew those eyes
What if my own welled with tears of forgotten grief
How can this be?
As I recalled fluttering skirts
Wild laughter
Dark curling hair
A ski slope nose
and a love too powerful for one being to contain.
What if I capture your eyes
infinities from now
and still know them.
What will they say?
How will they prove souls exist
and that ours found the other in the face of a perfect stranger.
How will they prove that love
exists beyond the boundries of mans wonderments
that is is beyond full understanding
and follows souls between bodies.
Why waste our time trying to disprove and play down such a mysterious thing as love
When we are here to bask in it
To learn from it
To grow from it
And create a love that exists beyond the cage of human flesh
That expands into the very atoms we are made of
and travels through the soft willfull passing of time
What if I told you I loved you enough
To travel beyond the stars
Beyond the dust we are made of
What if I told you my soul loves yours
Infinitly.
I know thousands of years from now
When both our bodies have turned to dust
Countless times
We will find eachother in the face of perfect strangers
And recognize the eyes in which the soul lives
That knows no bounds
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
The night I kissed you for the first time you shoved my lips to yours like I was a drop of water and you were burning in hell, which is where I can imagine later you shall be. You were forceful, driven by your **** with all the blood in your bottom head instead of where it should be, your brain. Sometimes I wonder if you ever wonder what life would be like if that night wouldn't have happened. If you ever contemplate where you would be now if you would have listened to the words from my mouth repeat over and over that night you first kissed, "NO". I wonder if you ever think about the first time you kissed, the first time you went farther than you should have, the time you went past my boundries when my words of "no", my cries and screams, kicking and punching didnt seem to sink in that I wasnt enjoying myself and that I DIDN'T want to do THAT. Or I wonder if you sit there and contemplate the other girls, the ones who sit here just like me, perhaps writing poems about the guy who went too far when they were just a young a girl, the ones who took years before they would finally admit what happened, the ones who were in denial, the ones who blamed themselves forever thinking they were "asking for it". I wonder if you sit in your cell and think about the first night you kissed, us.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
i live in a sufficatin hell seeing every one **** up.
there is only pure anger for what we have be came
we are only macheins that have rules to be slaved by the government.
we dye we cry we suffer our lives end with just a single button
I live in darkness with no light.
I live in this hell seeing society become a threat.
i live in hell seeing innecent people dye from people who attck there life.
i just watch the world turn seeing nothing but insent blood shed that has lost the most import people who can heal the mistakes
i live in my own hell seeing every day blood shed taking familys to death.
i have words to say but seeing your own friend get taken out by warfare (WHAT THE **** i live in my own hell seeing just **** rip apart people
i live in this world that has no boundries no limits no nothing. just blood shed with no regert
i live in this world full of danger i always have to keep my sences up to be awaerar of the next move
i live in a world of hell where there is nothing to stop by boundries just blood shed
my own living hell is everyday trying just to survive as time goes on
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
what has the world come to?
people nowadays are so shameless and sadistic,
im not trying to be negative, im just being realilistic.
it seems like humans are losing there humanity,
what have we become?
nothing but abunch of animals. with no heart, soul, or integrity, and no boundries, not a single one.
it seems no place is safe anymore,
and the future is very bleak,
society, your so
blissfuly ignorant, makes me feel so
hopeless, that theres no way that i can control this, makes me feel so angry, sad, and weak.
sometimes i just want to throw in the towel and give in,
this is not the world, that i want my future children to live in.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
Melancholy youth
Led by lucid dreams
Strangers stare
A fair hair woman with her shifted eyes
Astranged from society within her own boundries
Foundations and disconnected communication,
humans are brutal yet innocently beautiful beings.
Contructed on intentions,
broken apart by actions.
We wallow in this gene pool of superiority
but what are we superior to?
Us weak beings, small on a scale of things
Standing tall on fear
Hustling each other for gain
Gain of what?
When you die what will matter?
Will it be the money you gained, the riches and fame
Will the material that covers your rotting flesh give you comfort in death
Lucid dreams haunt my youth,
A predetermined future I fear
For when I die and lay to rest
It won't matter how much material I gained or wealth and success
All what matters is that I lived, loved and lost and tried my best
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
Nights filled with smoke
endless hours
spent
tidying up; leftover notes
on the bedroom floor
there is
something more
than a half-minded thought,
i'd forgotten you..
the ways you haunt.
You flaunt it; your love
The boundries we've become.
Our words will always echo
but never
leave our tongue.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
His love he had to tell
yet his voice silent to spell
love hath boundries of silence
yet the heart beats chaotic violence
Fear of failure his love in silence chained
yet to love in his heart remained
lover he is in secret silence
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
We are big, we are small
But there is something bigger
That lives in us all.
It can't be seen, and it is never heard,
For it is yet a simple word
That makes life worth living.
Limits are lifted and boundries are no more
With it you can win any war.
It is often overlooked,
And greatly underestimated
But when it's all said and done,
Courage is how you make it.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
you asked me to draw my past
i drew in red lines and harsh corners with no boundries
red lines because my body is covered in them
harsh corners because the turns my life took often make my neck snap
no boundries because i knew no wrong felt no remorse saw nothing as off limits
you asked me to draw my present
i left the paper blank
i feel nothing
i am nothing
whatever people say to me to help me recover is who i become
i am like a mirror or a blank slate reflecting what the artist wants to see
you ask me to draw my future
i draw triangles and rectangles
because the turns are still sharp but more expected
and i am fitting into society but i'm not a box
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
Happy Your Excited
Fourth Of July Type Climate
With Every Key
Your Frequency Will Be Climbing
Your So Grateful
It's Delicious To The Eyes
Inside Tasteful
Youve Awoke My Inner Hero
I Found My Cape
Im So Glad Your Here To Stay
Please I Won't Beg
Just Don't Walk Away No Matter What Okay
Each & Every Day
Im On A Ship Sinking
Stranded Like The Cay When I Awake
I Spread These Shreaded Wings & Sing , Fly To Bay
Paint Make Em Silver From Grey
We Are Sunsihine & Rain
Am I Dreaming
**** I Mean It
You Came Into My Life
I Feel I'm Dreaming
I Feel Alive , Ready To Die
Smothered In Vines
Ready For Flight
Consious **** Pit
Possesive Progressive Honest
I Crave Love Like A Dove I Got It
I Feel So Cleansed
The Lense I Sense Are Rotten
Hayley You Won't Be For Gotten
Cherished Memormies
Remember Me
I Am An Ember Leaf
In December
Fire Place Far Away
Cold Weather Trees
Sunset Escapes
I Hug The Stars
In Every Way
Especially On An 8th
Amanita Psylosibin
Moon Rays I Feel Inside My Poetic Page
In Your Eyes I Gaze
I Get Wrapped Up In All I Crave
I'm Too Deep In My Roots & Trees
Please Don't Be Afraid
My Speech Ain't Always Sweet But Hayley
You Mean What Words Can't Repeat
Really Close To Me
Like A Coat How Your Suppose To Be
No Boundries Is A Rare Ground See
I Apologize If My Tone Changes When No Ones Around Me
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC