"dess" poems
once there was an astrologer
who said
*I predict universal pangs but
no big bangs*
but you can be
my keeper
this afternoon
written in the stars
a kick here
a punch there
a hug on the bridge
*are you being ****
or are you having
a stroke?*
guts like a hawk
pure chutzpah and
peanut butter
cookies
a karma pig or
comma
depending which way
you look
me
half dog
you
half god
dess
Nostradamus
pinching our lungs together
a ******* frisee
a passion flower
euphoria
a wave of space
surrounding
the sun
a big middle
finger
a glisten and the
midday present
as you
squint
and I try to catch a little
piece
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
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När allt står still
När gräset är grön och täckt av de löv lämnat tillbaka av höstens träd
När solen hälsar, och skymtar ibland.
Och de nakna träd som rör sig av den svaga och härliga vinden.
Den är just den vinden som kommer bärande med vårens uppkomst och dess sjungande fåglar.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
.
"I pull him
deeper in my
mouth so I can
feel him at the
back of my thro
at and then to
the front again.
My tongue swi
rls around the
end. He's my
very own Chris
tian Grey- flav
ored popsicle.
I **** harder
and harder . . .
. . . Hmmm . . .
my inner god
dess is doing
the merengue with some salsa
moves. " " You'r e so deliciously wet
god I want you I ' m going to **** you
now Ms. Steele hard . . . come
for me Ana."
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
You don't know my rage,
Or my age.
My name
does not define my game.
U can't feel my pleasure,
Or know my pain.
Days I'm yin,
Night I'm yang.
Earth inflicts me,
But in space I reign.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
© Cynthia Eli Theo
At age of 26, I finally found my fix
It was a chick, with a crazy haircut (you thought I was going to say d*ck)
and imitation chucks
The intimate moments
Hoodie up , fake fur, against the wall.
The moment I saw you, was our first kiss.
As requested:
"I always wanted to kiss someone as soon as I laid eyes on them"
Wish granted.
****
I remember in the gay bar, when you first called me ***
You were so accommodating
Ending with the night of a three way dance off on the dance floor, me in the middle of the
sandwich.
Can you imagine what happened with us later on in life?
That twisted dreams became a reality and it
became hurt.
You swore you were a God(dess)
with no dresses
or heels
Only messed up hand me downs
And no eyebrows
I looked back on logs and you said the "I love yous" and "be mine" within the first moments.
Reflecting on my thoughts
How CRAZY.
You were my love
and I was yours
we were infinity infamous
Mental illness
Cheating
Drug Abuse
Insecurities got a hold of our throats
Slitting us apart
Self blaming; It's all my fault.
I created this disaster, right?
Baby, do you hear me?
Boy do I blame myself for this mess-up
Bat-shit crazy relationship chaotic lovely ****** energy
Lack thereof.
Lip locking, hair pulling, scratching
Enter warmth and lovingly caressing
Screaming out "I love you!" but "I'm hurting"
"Shut up" was your last words.
I decided it was enough.
as Do you still have my letter?
I wrote it to you, with personal wetness of tears shedding
as you peacefully slept on my bed.
And now you sit still in your room
Itching away, crawling up the walls
as I type this poem on my lonely laptop
I reach out to you, blowing you a kiss
Hoping it was a never a goodbye.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
Another day goes by
Connected, sharing the same motion
Into reversals we danced
Nonsensical music playing at every turn
Rattles and swerves writihing around me
Waking the day before
Special friends tumbling through the door
Have to keep them moving
Not a day goes by without this global motion
Like a thousand drops of sky
This energy comes
Dancing through doors
Sharing a magic trance
Take my hand
Come along on this mad dance
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC