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Emanuel Martinez Aug 2011
The depthness of the soul manages to reach
A richness that breathes something good.
That is when the hurt seems to run away.

The soul must just constantly quiet the mind.
Quiet, quiet - my shield. Everything is alright.
You must stop pestering the heart for you are not being rational
And that is driving the heart to dysfunction beyond repair.

Take my pain up to the heavens above and let it flee to nonexistence.
Place the coldness of my thoughts.
How have we all come to this point where we all are full of pain.

Crying only seems to relieve the hurt
But the depthness of the crisis is only widening.

Sometimes separation and isolation
Is the best strategy for a stronger resolution
To such matters as the ruptured, wounded heart.

There is no reconciliation between
What has happened and what it no longer is.
Stepping out of the soul is the only way.
June 2, 2011
www.endorsinglife.blogspot.com
wordvango May 2015
might we all have a touch
of glaucoma, selectively walled in
occluded by mental myopias
where there sight  is
half a day of suns,
night is blindness, never twenty four seven corrected
or twenty four right? Twenty tween's
fear and reality?cataracts
always coloring it as black or white
no depthness not colored right?
When tears fall, and people
run into burning buildings,
when innocent stars are blacked out
might we just,
let them go?
Mitzy Jul 2019
I dream & dream of reality in its quickness,
This quandary I do not have to ask.
Freedom to have some sense,
To understand these simple beings.
For they do not have these feelings,
Of utter depthness and sanctimony.
They who act as living puppets,
Have no heart and no loving.
To seek that inner peace,
They live in a box, a closed world.
Nothing to feel free about,
No definition to this defined structure.
To create and then to destroy,
Look into these eyes, eyes of mourning.
They can’t forgive their own actions,
Not force each other to love in their own sympathy.
Travis Green Sep 2021
I knew I was safe
Within your world
No one had access
To enter your premises
I was free to undress
As I pleased
Free to be finessed
By your sexiness
Embrace your warmthness
The depthness
Of your masculineness
I couldn’t care less
What you did to me
As long as you loved me
Gratifyingly
Travis Green Apr 2022
His dreamy depthness is deftly developed
****, edible, and sumptuous spectacle
Suffused with hot, slamming, and replayable jams in his soul
Passionately pleasurable diction drifting down his throat
He swirls into my world with his fervent immersiveness
Flawlessly framed, sweet intoxicating gem
Everything that enamors my domain, envelops me in his flame

His chocolate marvelousness light the way to rich romantic treasures
With his boulevard of sparkling splendor and adroitness
He is my gifted gleaming king, my incredible light
Abounding in affection, a delectable perfection
Never have I been intrigued by a man like this before
I am dazed and blazed by his enthralling bravado
Pure beauteous bliss that bewitches me

I drown in his harbor of stark ardor
Encased in his enchantment
Wishing to feel and squeeze his boldly built biceps
His smoothly attractive and kissable shoulders
I scan his splendiferous chest with my arousing eyes
His steady sultry breath takes me aback
To smell his rich, refined skin sends me adrift in a sea of dreams

I see how his stellarness shimmers
How he uplifts me with his bright, inspiring ideas
Scrumptious and hunkalcious, he is what defines a man
His immaculate muscular structure
Makes me long to lick his seductive sweaty skin
Let him command my attention
Give me a hot fever that renders me speechless

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