"brusing" poems - Hello Poetry

I loved you in the blue hour Green eyes over the table Clean laundry and winter haze I'm obsessed with your half smile Quiet intent this is fragile But this is how I fall Late nights spent wondering after your clean lines Soft skin cold light and I cant get enough Wonder where it lands in the morning Tripping deeper under grey skies in the afternoons And this is it Catch up on various afternoons I get lost in your pauses Rough around my edges you make yourself at home We could live like this And this just the beginning As you tangle your hands in my spine we're tangling deeper into: Disbelief lack of sleep as you're next to me Sit back sigh in unholy feelings I'm green and gold to your touch And you're dark blue and grey rolling in the wake of the year of instability Well liked and rounded yet you're coming round me The thought of you breaks me And I'm six feet off the floor We Clean up you take me out and tell them all I'm your girl Summer nights and new wine tentative dependency is our world And with every twist of your neck or subtle laugh I'm back at your hands Open Naïve And brusing blush and wine This is how I fall Into your open hands Cinematic and young I can't tell where we're headed but I know just how I'll land Even if I'm unsure of you I am who I am And I'm yours for the blue hour.

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Dec 23, 2015

Dec 23, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC

caroline-williams

Blue Hour

I loved you in the blue hour Green eyes over the table Clean laundry and winter haze I'm obsessed with your half smile Quiet intent this is fragile But this is how I fall Late nights spent wondering after your clean lines Soft skin cold light and I cant get enough Wonder where it lands in the morning Tripping deeper under grey skies in the afternoons And this is it Catch up on various afternoons I get lost in your pauses Rough around my edges you make yourself at home We could live like this And this just the beginning As you tangle your hands in my spine we're tangling deeper into: Disbelief lack of sleep as you're next to me Sit back sigh in unholy feelings I'm green and gold to your touch And you're dark blue and grey rolling in the wake of the year of instability Well liked and rounded yet you're coming round me The thought of you breaks me And I'm six feet off the floor We Clean up you take me out and tell them all I'm your girl Summer nights and new wine tentative dependency is our world And with every twist of your neck or subtle laugh I'm back at your hands Open Naïve And brusing blush and wine This is how I fall Into your open hands Cinematic and young I can't tell where we're headed but I know just how I'll land Even if I'm unsure of you I am who I am And I'm yours for the blue hour.

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There She lay,bare,naked, lost,in a decoupage of dreams, Mesmerized by Faces, Faces with the same eyes, the same smile,His smile! She dreams and She is happy. She feels him,His touch! His Hungry lips on Her soft lips His cheeks brushing Her Own, His fingertips playing on her slender neck in upward and downward movements. His dry mouth ******* sweet nectar from Her milk honey pulped breast. His thighs brusing her long silk legs, He nourishes his prey,with effection, tender care,love and protection. He feeds her with his Warmth, misting the cold glass with his breath. The mosaiced glass which traps Her soul in a lonely scared desperate world. He breathes her in,He gives her life He gives all that He is, to Her, Her flesh molds with his own, She moans,they sweat,He sighs, making love to her,gently, as She begs Him for more. There She lay,bare,naked, lost in a decoupage of dreams, The clock tick -tocks the time, and ,the dream soon gone. He kisses her forehead, wraps her in a red blanket of passion and yearn, till he returns,till he finds her, and splashes Her life with water colours once again. . . . . . . .

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Nov 12, 2010

Nov 12, 2010 at 5:27 AM UTC

flower-scent

P A S I O N A T A

There She lay,bare,naked, lost,in a decoupage of dreams, Mesmerized by Faces, Faces with the same eyes, the same smile,His smile! She dreams and She is happy. She feels him,His touch! His Hungry lips on Her soft lips His cheeks brushing Her Own, His fingertips playing on her slender neck in upward and downward movements. His dry mouth ******* sweet nectar from Her milk honey pulped breast. His thighs brusing her long silk legs, He nourishes his prey,with effection, tender care,love and protection. He feeds her with his Warmth, misting the cold glass with his breath. The mosaiced glass which traps Her soul in a lonely scared desperate world. He breathes her in,He gives her life He gives all that He is, to Her, Her flesh molds with his own, She moans,they sweat,He sighs, making love to her,gently, as She begs Him for more. There She lay,bare,naked, lost in a decoupage of dreams, The clock tick -tocks the time, and ,the dream soon gone. He kisses her forehead, wraps her in a red blanket of passion and yearn, till he returns,till he finds her, and splashes Her life with water colours once again. . . . . . . .

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spitting blood nearly dead almost passed out in an open field freshly wounded bug bit I'm still reeling from your open nails I wish you could see me now I wish you could see me now running from intimacy like you learned to run from your truth strung out on self reliance a product of my loveless youth I wish you could see me now I wish you could see me now rolling in the wake of the end of my self induced apathy finally processing the hurt from when you laughed at me I wish you could see me now I wish you could see me now and do you hear me now? Screaming drunk off my anger on my phone in the parking lot finally unleashing hell on you for everything you're not and all that you pretended to be all that you said to me like some godless lover across the pillow in your bed all your sentiments sounded so pretty coming from the hole in your head well you never followed up so let me follow through left hook to your pastel pride and a right hook to all I thought was true Your love isn't perfect it's bruised Your grace isn't saving it's used as you used me to use him to break back through here's to you wiped out in the backseat crying like I thought it'd never end bruising restless and breaking I know now you're not my friend I wish you could see me now I wish you could see me now Brusing my fists and biding my time finally awake I realized in your hands I had had all I could take I wish you could see me now I wish you could see me now and if you could you'd see that I'm not happy, but I'm finally my own you'd find that I am not a queen but I never need a throne I wish you could see me now I wish you could see me now and do you hear me now? Screaming drunk off my anger on the phone in the parking lot finally unleashing hell on you for everything you're not and all that you pretended to be all that you said to me like some godless lover across the pillow in your bed all your sentiments sounded so pretty coming from the hole in your head well you never followed up so let me follow through left hook to your pastel pride and a right hook to all I thought was true Your love isn't perfect it's bruised Your grace isn't saving it's used as you used me to use him to break back through here's to you

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC

caroline-williams

Can you hear me now? Because i cant hear you over the sound of your apathy.

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Almost twenty years later starting to gain ground Understanding comes bitter and sweet always believeing I was ahead foolish always believing I was so strong denial always avoiding the issue truth Truth is fear has led to defeat Harsh times led to retreat For no other reason than fear Bigger problem is letting go Inexperience still wallows in the cavity my being takes hold Smothering in fear of losing Holding so tight everything is brusing Bones so tense its confusing Anxious over absolutely nothing So fucking needy it is crazy Got too much time been around people too long forgot that it is okay to be alone

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May 27, 2013

May 27, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC

traci-eklund

Its Okay

Almost twenty years later starting to gain ground Understanding comes bitter and sweet always believeing I was ahead foolish always believing I was so strong denial always avoiding the issue truth Truth is fear has led to defeat Harsh times led to retreat For no other reason than fear Bigger problem is letting go Inexperience still wallows in the cavity my being takes hold Smothering in fear of losing Holding so tight everything is brusing Bones so tense its confusing Anxious over absolutely nothing So fucking needy it is crazy Got too much time been around people too long forgot that it is okay to be alone

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I see blood red, when I close my eyes And black falling stars, when I open my eyes A darting arrow, right across the sky With my name engraved in the sky Rain of prickly thorns, brush through my skin Stretching, brusing, tearing my skin The strength to lift myself, is no more The once life filled body is no more Shattering leaves sing, dead songs No rhyme or rhythm matches the songs A distant footstep sheds a little hope But it seems a delusion, a false hope ©sim

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Nov 26, 2018

Nov 26, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC

Seema

False Hope

I see blood red, when I close my eyes And black falling stars, when I open my eyes A darting arrow, right across the sky With my name engraved in the sky Rain of prickly thorns, brush through my skin Stretching, brusing, tearing my skin The strength to lift myself, is no more The once life filled body is no more Shattering leaves sing, dead songs No rhyme or rhythm matches the songs A distant footstep sheds a little hope But it seems a delusion, a false hope ©sim

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The snowflakes they taught me that something so blindingly soft can set delicate skin alight Causing scorched red fingertips I set my hands on fire as I bury them A white inferno Because memories these memories are screaming at me A cauldron of tender moments and anguished faces and plans that have yet to be fulfilled, and never will be, and brusing and dying dreams and brilliant words laced with tired tones And I wish I could burn them, the memories, like photographs In a blaze, they'd all disappear nothing but smoke, a warm whisper, of something forgotten But the snowflakes they taught me the pain is only present when I stick my hands in too deep

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Dec 29, 2019

Dec 29, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC

micah-elise

White Inferno

The snowflakes they taught me that something so blindingly soft can set delicate skin alight Causing scorched red fingertips I set my hands on fire as I bury them A white inferno Because memories these memories are screaming at me A cauldron of tender moments and anguished faces and plans that have yet to be fulfilled, and never will be, and brusing and dying dreams and brilliant words laced with tired tones And I wish I could burn them, the memories, like photographs In a blaze, they'd all disappear nothing but smoke, a warm whisper, of something forgotten But the snowflakes they taught me the pain is only present when I stick my hands in too deep

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Maybe to disassociate Is the only way "Like maybe that's alright Maybe it's okay" But Then it all hits you at once Speeding bullet subway train Your body has been void for years Your organs have already melted, rotted, and withered away And when that happens There's no going back You wake up in the morning Every morning and Instead of brusing your teeth You look in the mirror and ask yourself *Who the **** am I?* And your brain goes empty So. utterly. ******* bleak.

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Jul 29, 2017

Jul 29, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC

Sageshortcake

Brushing teeth

Maybe to disassociate Is the only way "Like maybe that's alright Maybe it's okay" But Then it all hits you at once Speeding bullet subway train Your body has been void for years Your organs have already melted, rotted, and withered away And when that happens There's no going back You wake up in the morning Every morning and Instead of brusing your teeth You look in the mirror and ask yourself *Who the **** am I?* And your brain goes empty So. utterly. ******* bleak.

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