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"demulcent" poems
Behold! that drawing in                  of breath                          a minty               entanglement    of starlit senses How they curl        like the opposite                of smoke over the very insides      of my            earthen throat                          crackle of        autumnal breezes           whooshing through like a beacon And in that split-second right before deep freeze my molecules    rise and fall        in the rhythm             of snowflakes each one a unique entity    dusting the             solid soil                 with loamy richness                     and simultaneous               feather impressions                of relief Now like silk draped alabaster I am cooled Like sweet         river water   I flow        rocked by the slow churn of growing freedom              that alights my pores arises in tender stillness      through the           looming forests            of my skin               penetrates the                   unseen journey of                      my night                  as demulcent           and persistent as the balmy petals   of a    raging, fiery     bloom
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
The Rhythm of Snowflakes
Behold! that drawing in                  of breath                          a minty               entanglement    of starlit senses How they curl        like the opposite                of smoke over the very insides      of my            earthen throat                          crackle of        autumnal breezes           whooshing through like a beacon And in that split-second right before deep freeze my molecules    rise and fall        in the rhythm             of snowflakes each one a unique entity    dusting the             solid soil                 with loamy richness                     and simultaneous               feather impressions                of relief Now like silk draped alabaster I am cooled Like sweet         river water   I flow        rocked by the slow churn of growing freedom              that alights my pores arises in tender stillness      through the           looming forests            of my skin               penetrates the                   unseen journey of                      my night                  as demulcent           and persistent as the balmy petals   of a    raging, fiery     bloom
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Floating in clouds, embracing the demulcent touch, downy kisses to my flesh. My tresses wispy and wild, from the moist air that rushes through me, encircling me. I am blanketed in serenity. She flutters close, my heart beats match her rhythm. My lips can feel the pattering vibrations of her wings, brushing, stroking, calming....
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Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
Dreaming
I am the same as My empty sandbox I have nothing new to say You're still same when as when you saved me I'll come to you contritely I have so much on my mind and it feels like I'm trying to access it all at once and it's tiring. I'm weary but restless I notice every bit of discomfort that can usually just ignore It's like I think I'm supposed to be cold but I'm sticky and sweaty I never was able to talk to you without some sort of agenda, always wanting another song or testimony. Medicate me Close my tired eyes Help me see you Just let me realize. The same irritating set of melodies is stuck in my head Melodies that I used to like Turns out too much disease makes you hate the treatment Now I'm starting to feel tired But I still cannot repose Or maybe I can I think I'll try now Goodbye No I can't seem to find repose And I wish that I knew why Is it the song stuck in my head The describes you and I? is it the way my pillow hurts my ears the pressing silence of what is soon to be a year It's been nine months Since that first night When you stole my sleep With your beautiful eyes They tear through this world That dampens my mind All the words I've held inside I've been deprived by your demulcent smile That hurts my empty heart
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
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