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"dissapears" poems
*if he crawls will you crawl too? if he falls will you fall too? he cries in silence can you not see his tears? all kinds of hope dissapears. no one sits with him cause he doesnt fit in, but you feel like you do when you make fun of him. it's not like you hate him and want him to die but he might go home and think suicide no one talks to him he feels so alone, he's in so much pain to survive on her own. he lives on the edge old enough to decide, his brother who wants to be him is just nine but she will be gone too soon* (c.m.h)
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
bullying
The sea fades into a well blended orange sun. the deepest blue stretching its fingers grabbing the horizon line. ripples in the waves of color they crash into stars. the explosion peaks behind the darkest of clouds. the sea is drowning the colors of love and turning them muddy. the ocean is wrapped in brilliance laughing at the unattentive ones. the sun dissapears. its warmth gone Texas is now the spring of bluebonnets and sweet air. the handprint of faith stretches across the sky i believe to be my open sea.
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Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
san antonio sunset
I do not believe in fairytales, so be straight, Experience was present, and it's worth the faith. I do not want to rely, on repeating hopes in oblivion, If promises were prayers, I don't have religion. Continuing is just a self-detonation, prolonging the agony, blaming myself, living life hard sadly. I am seeing the inequality, on every angle and scopes, sometimes I am thinking hanging my neck on the ropes. and as I blame, negative tendency, occurs. comes, sudden, unexpectedly. but, when I see you, negativity's gone, my inspiration's overflowing, keeps me away from frown. but, when I see you, my depth dissapears, and all of a sudden, I want to lend an ear, but, when I'm with you, my heart skips a beat, I step out of my seriousness, in your cup, I sitdown and take a sip, but, when I'm with you, I want to listen I want to know you further, overlaps, to what they're just seeing, to hear every stories told, with your cheerful voice, your warmth, that caresses my body, builds up my poise, transcends a choice, to be happy or not, I forget all my worries, and say I'm a little pessimist, but ..I am looking forward, to stay this way, for as long, as we both can, complete our days.
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Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 6:18 AM UTC
Positivity
Taken, screaming, kicking, his nana's image slowly dissapears Being held tightly in tears, nana is no longer there No longer in nana's arms He looks down at dismal bottom steps now empty He smells the old wood these steps of hell leading nowhere Alien sounds from alien shoes, he listens in fear and dread Being lifted to an alien room; taken against his six year old will He remembers not what will come remembering his nana's tears at the bottom steps, at the bottom steps of a foster home And aghast, he was me...
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Alien Abduction as seen through eyes of six
"Thank you for saying Happy Birthday to Shimone" my mother said and I kind of said oh, no problem and we went on from there to argue since that is what we do and she will never know who I am and I assume she meant Happy Birthday on Facebook because I certainly don't keep track of her friend's birthdays, especially not her friends who live in Haifa and remind me of my X Upset, I ran off to the pool, hoping for endorphins after some laps  I rested at one end and realized in a kind of slow, creeping way, kind of like fog rolling in over the cliffs at Muir beach, Not menacing, even beautiful, but a little cold, that I never wrote anything to Shimone, not even on Facebook No, I've been too self absorbed to write to my parents Israeli friends who used to have me and my X over for Shabbat meals where I used to insist on walking up the stairs since the elevator was small and hot and scared me but he always wanted to ride in it and one day we went over there was a sign on the apartments next door that a woman had died in a terrorist attack the other day-- When a suicide bomber, afraid of the security guards at the nearby mall, ran into an Arab restaurant conveniently located at a gas station where all the best restaurants are, and blew himself and everyone inside up CNN international came for a day to report and then left the next like a rude house guest who comes for your best food and then dissapears, never to be heard from again With my X, my mother always got cards she loved because he knew just how to pick them and he'd send them without even telling me sometimes faking my signature or I just had to sign and he'd do the rest, in between crank calls to them at all hours, taking advantage of the time zone.  At once tormenting and caring for them as he did for me And now is he a ghost in my account?   A ghost, a fog, a memory, something ephemeral, not real
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
Happy Birthday in Absentia
"Thank you for saying Happy Birthday to Shimone" my mother said and I kind of said oh, no problem and we went on from there to argue since that is what we do and she will never know who I am and I assume she meant Happy Birthday on Facebook because I certainly don't keep track of her friend's birthdays, especially not her friends who live in Haifa and remind me of my X Upset, I ran off to the pool, hoping for endorphins after some laps  I rested at one end and realized in a kind of slow, creeping way, kind of like fog rolling in over the cliffs at Muir beach, Not menacing, even beautiful, but a little cold, that I never wrote anything to Shimone, not even on Facebook No, I've been too self absorbed to write to my parents Israeli friends who used to have me and my X over for Shabbat meals where I used to insist on walking up the stairs since the elevator was small and hot and scared me but he always wanted to ride in it and one day we went over there was a sign on the apartments next door that a woman had died in a terrorist attack the other day-- When a suicide bomber, afraid of the security guards at the nearby mall, ran into an Arab restaurant conveniently located at a gas station where all the best restaurants are, and blew himself and everyone inside up CNN international came for a day to report and then left the next like a rude house guest who comes for your best food and then dissapears, never to be heard from again With my X, my mother always got cards she loved because he knew just how to pick them and he'd send them without even telling me sometimes faking my signature or I just had to sign and he'd do the rest, in between crank calls to them at all hours, taking advantage of the time zone.  At once tormenting and caring for them as he did for me And now is he a ghost in my account?   A ghost, a fog, a memory, something ephemeral, not real
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looking  the speed searching the inner peace like flying on a bike, or getting a hard on, by it. running on the night, 120 to feel alive, my life, in a way , becomes, the eternal night ride, thanks god for the freeway, and the eternal look for inner peace, the zen state,  i'm getting trow speed like flying, or surfing on  the street, every thing is clear at 120k, like tantric *** or those eyes of the past,   one of two, cool memories in a past full of pain. after all the pain, becomes the good memoir, in a night of speed, appears, those strawberry memoirs in the night ride appears, sudden and clear, the state of speed, looking for the inner peace, or the state of zen release, looking, the one good memoir, and flying on my bike. surfing the asphalt, wishing she could go faster wishing for the peace, and wanting the creep to dissapears, looking for the peace , and hear him inside of me, a creepy voice, trying to justify his lies, asking me to be, after all the harm, still ask for a hand out, after all the damage, dares to ask for something. during the night, y forget the betrayal, and become a free man,  and the burning area feels the wind looking in the night, the eyes of the past, or the kimera that will never appears, even the one that loves me, back stab me, love hurts right. looking the peace, or getting a kick, on the speed, looking the  zen state, getting a hard on,with speed. hearing the claims of me heart to be free, and getting a hard on, in the process, all is clear, at full speed. tight, and clean, no creeps, just the kick, i'm getting trow that lovely speed, like flying on a machine. looking and wanting waiting on the coward chick, that loves and hurts me, like a kid, on first grade, hurting what she ******* loves like a coward, or a slave, on this creeps trade. slaves are not **** or cool, even with a lion on her back, afraid, of the hyenas, or this creep **** and lovely coward, let go, or say it to my face time's running out, and i'm not waiting anymore, life's like the night ride, and i'm going at full speed, always on the fone, green dress and **** skin , your heart belongs to the lion , hows going to eat it, and grabbing your hair, screaming my name, as you take me in, like in the freeway, **** and lovely coward if you love me, set me free, **** gambas, set me free i'm on the freeway, need to touch somebody, and you need me like the sun, and after all will you dare to say it to my face. i'm looking for the rush of love, and become a *** addict, of some girls skin, and i'll find the skin to become addicted. and looking for the zen state and the skin of a girl to be a free, **** and firm, shes going to be, a free girl, addicted to my, looking for the lovely lioness waiting to the one, how well say it to me face, forgetting the creeps wimps, and their pathetic harassment, and take my hand, and get on top of me. a **** lionnes that looks, the creeps to their faces, and jump on top of me, looking at them and be free, next to me. looking for the brave lionnes, that will loves me , and deal with it. and be free right next to me. on a state, of zen speed...
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
LOOKING
looking  the speed searching the inner peace like flying on a bike, or getting a hard on, by it. running on the night, 120 to feel alive, my life, in a way , becomes, the eternal night ride, thanks god for the freeway, and the eternal look for inner peace, the zen state,  i'm getting trow speed like flying, or surfing on  the street, every thing is clear at 120k, like tantric *** or those eyes of the past,   one of two, cool memories in a past full of pain. after all the pain, becomes the good memoir, in a night of speed, appears, those strawberry memoirs in the night ride appears, sudden and clear, the state of speed, looking for the inner peace, or the state of zen release, looking, the one good memoir, and flying on my bike. surfing the asphalt, wishing she could go faster wishing for the peace, and wanting the creep to dissapears, looking for the peace , and hear him inside of me, a creepy voice, trying to justify his lies, asking me to be, after all the harm, still ask for a hand out, after all the damage, dares to ask for something. during the night, y forget the betrayal, and become a free man,  and the burning area feels the wind looking in the night, the eyes of the past, or the kimera that will never appears, even the one that loves me, back stab me, love hurts right. looking the peace, or getting a kick, on the speed, looking the  zen state, getting a hard on,with speed. hearing the claims of me heart to be free, and getting a hard on, in the process, all is clear, at full speed. tight, and clean, no creeps, just the kick, i'm getting trow that lovely speed, like flying on a machine. looking and wanting waiting on the coward chick, that loves and hurts me, like a kid, on first grade, hurting what she ******* loves like a coward, or a slave, on this creeps trade. slaves are not **** or cool, even with a lion on her back, afraid, of the hyenas, or this creep **** and lovely coward, let go, or say it to my face time's running out, and i'm not waiting anymore, life's like the night ride, and i'm going at full speed, always on the fone, green dress and **** skin , your heart belongs to the lion , hows going to eat it, and grabbing your hair, screaming my name, as you take me in, like in the freeway, **** and lovely coward if you love me, set me free, **** gambas, set me free i'm on the freeway, need to touch somebody, and you need me like the sun, and after all will you dare to say it to my face. i'm looking for the rush of love, and become a *** addict, of some girls skin, and i'll find the skin to become addicted. and looking for the zen state and the skin of a girl to be a free, **** and firm, shes going to be, a free girl, addicted to my, looking for the lovely lioness waiting to the one, how well say it to me face, forgetting the creeps wimps, and their pathetic harassment, and take my hand, and get on top of me. a **** lionnes that looks, the creeps to their faces, and jump on top of me, looking at them and be free, next to me. looking for the brave lionnes, that will loves me , and deal with it. and be free right next to me. on a state, of zen speed...
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in sleep i speak language forgotten, to the one who'll never hear, to man once important to the man i held so dear. in sleep i remember my people, and the land from where i come, all the things i left unsaid, the things i could have done. But i forget all when awake it dissapears behind my eye, all except a word Manah, a word wich means "life".
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Past life
Do you know that feeling...when you fall in love? When you start falling and you know you'll never get up. When you give your happiness to someone,because you care for him more than you care for yourself. Because you love him,more than you love yourself. Do you know that feeling...when you fall in love? When the touch of someones hands takes you to another dimension. When you see another world in someones eyes,a world you always dreamed of. Do you know that person...that makes you fall in love? The same person who erases all your fears,making you feel safer than ever. The same person who is the reason you cope with everything. The reason to get up,live,and fight. Do you know that feeling...when your heart breaks? When that same person becomes stranger. When the love dissapears like it never excisted. When you become one big nothing to him. But he is one everything to you. He is and he will always be.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
True love.
crow and crow What is so fun about crowing? Every morning the moon dissapears Her trial still fresh encircling the sky. Not even sun can evaporate. And with every new hour I play a game- Finder's Keeper. Fun it seems. One time I found a ring of fire. A diamond engraved to its depth. I kept it- I tried to keep it. I was left among ashes. Treasure hunt, fun it seems. But what is fun about crowing? Every sound is fun, when in silence, you are haunted.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Crow and Crow
I feel like nothing constantly. Like nobody gives a **** about me. I have the lowest self-esteem ever. But then again how could I not. Everybody always leaves eventually. And yes, I know they are not leaving me. But thats always how it feels. Everybody I ever start to really care about! Dissapears... My sister and I were always really close, And I was just as close to her friends. They were everything to me! And then they all turned 18... And moved away. My brother has always been there. ALWAYS! He is one of my bestfriends. And now he is leaving also. I don't know how I am going to handle, All of them... Being gone now. Because I still always had him. I don't feel like I fit in with my friends. Its been almost a year now, And I still feel like an outsider. I just feel like I am nothing. And I don't fit in anywhere.
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
I hate my low self esteem...
My eyes are dryin up again. You play with my hair and I'm in heaven. Little girls shouldn't be drinking but I want to feel alive. Anyway It's just for tonight. The happiness runs in your bloodstream. Your hair in my hands, gives off a gleam. I wanted to help you feel alive your whole life, but it seems I've only been given a single night. I'm hyped up to a song I don't know. My body's blue cause I'm getting cold. Getting high off your vibes. Maybe I'll give you two nights... The ambience dissapears, I felt different. My mind and body became belligerent. I was lost in ecstasy from your touch. I was lost on what caused this rush. Vision blurry and my words are slurry. I don't know if I should drive home. But my parents are waiting for their good girl. I think i need another happy pill. Or maybe just the touch of you. Hands on my thighs send shivers down my spine. The good girl in your vanished that night. I'd dream of waking up to your smile at first light. My wandering hands could place on a million thighs. But it is yours that it lingers afraid to caress. Muscles aching for your finger tips. Eyes closed I search for your lips. Legs and arms wrapped up in ecstasy. You and me are at the world's best feeding frenzy. You're right. The good girl is gone.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
Pills
The taxi is silent the driver's stopped trying A crossing appears with no pedestrians crossing Houses line the street with a warm yellow lighting The night drizzle lightens, the pavements start frosting. Shouldn't winter nights be spent comfortably Rapped in familiarity? Turn into the car park, the barrier is rising Wretched is the destination, cold and disheartening One day you'll return and your mindset will brighten For now we will visit under the cold grey lighting. Should I dare to peak inside? The driver shrugs. I daren't decide. The automatic doors squeak ominously open No round of applause, no standing ovations A pin could be heard, the canteen is broken Seldom celebrated, there are few worse locations. Should I lower my temperament Become stoic and sensible? The escalator moans while taking us further The corridors smell stale, they echo a murmur A slip-away comment in a labyrinth of tension Hospital blue reflects in the eyes of the visitors. Could I muster the strength to go inside? I'm here, I've done it, all sadness must hide. The nurse hands over the apron, i feel inhuman, You lie propped on a cushion, restlessly muttering. 'It's a bad dream, it's okay' I'm nervously stuttering. My stomach churns at the pain you're experiencing. Should i dare to show my tears? I needn't alarm onlookers and familiars. Your bed-light flickers, the room dissapears In the darkness we're calm, inhibitions are cleared Such split-second clarity has calmed me for years. I smile fearlessly pulling your hand gently nearer. Should I dare to leave your side? I'd blame myself, it would shatter my pride. So here we sit for hours on end, semiconscious Semi-talking, the volta on which all cruxces depend Your dream-like graciousness cleanses and encompasses; Myself and others, regale tales of your accomplishments.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
Hospital Blue Eyes
The taxi is silent the driver's stopped trying A crossing appears with no pedestrians crossing Houses line the street with a warm yellow lighting The night drizzle lightens, the pavements start frosting. Shouldn't winter nights be spent comfortably Rapped in familiarity? Turn into the car park, the barrier is rising Wretched is the destination, cold and disheartening One day you'll return and your mindset will brighten For now we will visit under the cold grey lighting. Should I dare to peak inside? The driver shrugs. I daren't decide. The automatic doors squeak ominously open No round of applause, no standing ovations A pin could be heard, the canteen is broken Seldom celebrated, there are few worse locations. Should I lower my temperament Become stoic and sensible? The escalator moans while taking us further The corridors smell stale, they echo a murmur A slip-away comment in a labyrinth of tension Hospital blue reflects in the eyes of the visitors. Could I muster the strength to go inside? I'm here, I've done it, all sadness must hide. The nurse hands over the apron, i feel inhuman, You lie propped on a cushion, restlessly muttering. 'It's a bad dream, it's okay' I'm nervously stuttering. My stomach churns at the pain you're experiencing. Should i dare to show my tears? I needn't alarm onlookers and familiars. Your bed-light flickers, the room dissapears In the darkness we're calm, inhibitions are cleared Such split-second clarity has calmed me for years. I smile fearlessly pulling your hand gently nearer. Should I dare to leave your side? I'd blame myself, it would shatter my pride. So here we sit for hours on end, semiconscious Semi-talking, the volta on which all cruxces depend Your dream-like graciousness cleanses and encompasses; Myself and others, regale tales of your accomplishments.
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Death is like Origami paper which spills from a old woman's face INTENSELY until all her melatonin skin dissaPears and all that is left is an empty             Volume of space oncefullofthethingsthat made her UnIqUe
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
Untitled
so i've always been afraid of the dark, it's so powerful and can leave a terrible mark, on the human mind, the dark always seems to find, ways to ruin us mentally and emotionally, it always seems to find, ways to tear us apart from the inside out, it even makes us doubt, our existence. the dark can tell us a simple evil sentence, and the happiness once inside us, dissapears, but our negativity and fears seem to reappear. and sometimes, when i'm in the mist of the darkness; i wonder how stars do it. how do they outshine the darkness? night after night, day after day, week after week, year after year, oh dear stars, how do you do it? how are you able to sit up there, and shine as bright as you can because you don't give a care? like man, the dark must hate you guys for shining so bright in the night, is that why it comes down to earth? because there was nothing else to ruin and hurt? you know i admire you stars, for finding a way to outshine the dark, and heal your own scars. maybe i can do the same, maybe i can outshine the dark just like you did, and i'll get rid of this sadness and madness, but until then, kudos to you stars, for finding a way to outshine the darkness, kudos to you.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
kudos to you stars, kudos to you.
You are the breath of song that laughs in my ear That dissapears when I turn around Evaporating around my fingers like smoke falling to the ground like sand and vanishing in the wind you came with You are the echo of a heartbeat that just before I fall asleep resounds in my ears and in my soul That turns into the gentle ticking of my clock when I listen too hard to find you You are the warm skin I feel on mine when I first wake up When arms can still exist around me because my dreams haven't yet left For they are chased away by mornings light You are the smile in the mirror behind my reflection The one I turn to face to embrace The one that is never there You are the feel of a kiss hot and real against my lips The feel of goodmorning and goodnight and goodbye You are the memory of a lover You are the one I will never forget You are the reason my eyes rain with the thunder because you always danced outside in a storm You are the gentle caress I feel on my face when my tears are wiped away and the wind whispers to me "I will always love you" In perfect imitation of your voice
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 6:40 PM UTC
You are the Memory
Corsets and skirts and straw hats and Dream girl Take me aside with you in the cinema Dream girl Ruffles and maroon to your black hair and blue Hands on front from behind like you want to Dream girl, won't my parents see from ten yards away The room is flooding, I'm almost drowning Dream girl, I can't stay But panic dies down in a moment, the theater dissapears And then in that sea all I want is for you to hold me dear Swimming and kissing and gasping Dancing and laughing and caressing Embracing and loving and floating My eyes misting your raven hair shining We finally get to disrobing And then my alarm is ringing And into my pillow I'm swearing You know I'd rather be sleeping
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Dream Girl
Why don't you want her? She's everything you ever wanted when you were sixteen; her lips drawn, eyes heavy, ready to fall into your arms drunk, gasping for air Kiss her, you idiot She's so ill, so sick, so tired of boys like you who sit and stare at her from across the room She's not made of porcelain, though her skin may tell you otherwise She's not made of glass She's made of living, breathing, flesh and blood, all soft skin and rough kisses She wants to hear you say her name, voice strained from the pressure of her body on yours But you'll just sit there Maybe buy her a drink Maybe tell her coyly that she's 'one of the prettiest girls...' Maybe walk her home And watch as she dissapears through her front door, black space forming a vignette Why didn't you just kiss her?
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
Why didn't you just kiss her?
When I think of us,  I go numb.  Remember the love,  When I still felt some.  All I can think about is you.  Haven't heard from for a while.  Tried everything possible,  doesn't seem to be working. And so I sit here, depressed.  I don't feel love. I feel incredibly sad. Heck, the word "sad" is too underrated for what I'm feeling. Can't think of anything else.  All I can think about is you.  Worst case scenarios play around in my head, and I dare to shed a tear for what isn't the first time.  Hope is so little,  When it's hard  To get what's happening. And i feel enclosed.  Just hidden.  Or maybe I've simply forgotten?  It does feel like half of me is gone,  Flown away with the wind.  Easily dissapears, As if never there.  Yet all I can think about is you.  I want you. Back. Or even just close by me, even better. I love you. I haven't said that in a while. It's seriously driving me crazy. But I ain't gonna go up to some random guy and say it...  It's meant for you...  I think.
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Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
Heart stuck on you.
The world is spinning Please explain me this feeling I feel like my heart ain't beating instead something heavy is camping on it and there's nothing which I can do about it Is this loneliness I wonder My beer dissapears While I ponder In my head I know I got friends But for some reason I always feel alone I feel like, I don't have anyone Who understands and accepts me For the strange creature I am And always will be Even at home I feel alone like I'm just sitting in my room on my own. And everytime I meet someone Who seems to understand Then he's always owned By some other human. Oh well I 'll just stay here and dwell On this feeling Which makes me feel like hell.
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
Is this loneliness?
she is wearing some chemistry an old dress for a bluestocking she turns her face towards a green sea new rhymes for blazing verbs lurk in the definition of imprecision but everything is falling into place cell to cell conversations afloat shards of mystery smooth rounding out the caves of night mirror wars meanders mitochondrial Eve confused into this new creature saturated with radiance questions not asked but answeared how you love her do your hands chase her tango shoulders is there music inside the shade of water waste inside nails naivete in knees imprisoned vibration self-asserting a devious sweeping world of unthinkable gestures your hands a seismograph   for the cataclism of shiver no need to search for her selfless sense as you ravening negotiate the fossilized song of you the depth of this tympanum this membrane time itself this creature zoon erotikon levellling up resurecting ravaging enchanting all the rites of passage for the overwhelm of flavor she breathes in prehistoric gills nirvana dance inside DNA you redefine your sharpness, delicacy tears & tearing she dissapears in a snare drum sanity evaporates as mist over arched forests in the pulse of no air in between skin and akin in the bewilderment of bodies searching for their lyric manna for beautiful beasts over the sargasso sea she wails genuine metanoia, love's dianoia no disambiguation
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Feb 13, 2023
Feb 13, 2023 at 6:06 PM UTC
zoon erotikon
as she walked slowly down the middle of the night road she tears off pieces of herself and scatters them face-up on the cool pavement they stare up at the spinning stars grinning she mutters the song with a small rough broken english voice guttural it echoes softly off the closed storefronts and sounds like Christmas if ya think about it her reflection swings slow through the motions each pane of glass tinted with the tidal forces of tears and rumors each day has seen it much discussed tread like jackboot in the fragile hall like a bird in flight you can see in slow motion the beauty of its flight you  can sense the brilliance of its craftsmanship somewhere its creator is laughing himself sick she reaches an impasse and turns casting pieces like hemlock prizes into eating the parts of the night she can no longer stand so the silence dissapears and the warm space between dark and light becomes cold once again versions of herself scatter to shopping mall parking lots all over the world and all the carts are taken down like disassembled dreams like laughter halved like a smile too close to tears brave knights fallen
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
middle of the night road
you make me feel feelings, i have never felt. just a smile from you and i completely melt. i could stare at you for days, i could hold you for years, when i'm lost in your gaze, this whole world just dissapears. you hold my heart in your hands, i hope you understand, i'll always stand by you and do for you whatever i can. my love for you runs deeply deeper than the deepest sea, i could never put into words, just what it is that you do to me. happy three year aniversary.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
Untitled
do it like a lepar king attatch yourself to the soul with armies of giants to place your skin back when your skin cannot hold and the day cannot hold attatch yourself to the sun like a body that cannot learn and cannot be taught to stop beating heat do so in the gropes of the machine like an organic song and curve bayonetting the hive line in the times of dance that come like countless bodies of sigh to rebel against the well of turmolt in the evenings veins kiss the unamed call of the earth touch those eyes like they are the last of all things do it like you smoke too much do it like the city has two pairs of lungs one pair pays the night birds rent when they come the others are pecking around as i finish a cigarette before work the kind that light the building up as i enter but the work is a bird the work dissapears she dismembers herself like the laughter she teaches me and says 'come straight back after you're done don't slacken now there's dance to be done there's always our dance to be done; and then i stop the count and let just two animals do it they know more of time and look more like us.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Gods smoked in packs of twenty
Eyes on top of eyes reflect on each other still light catches then dissapears quick breathes sync in rhythm hold onto the light of day like a lonely stranger occupying ones bed.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
curved and silky
When the world sleeps. And your hair like water drizzles down my rocky callus hands. I'll feel your love asleep with me. When the pressure dissapears. And I can glide my hand across your Everglades cheek. My serenity will be put to rest. And my assurances will know no fear. And when I can lay my head on your lap. Attracting magnets jealous of our attraction. I'll shut my eyes with yours. Because the time the world tells is determined by us. And I'll never stop loving you until the world stops turning. So let the moments like these stand still and mean everything. So long as I lose myself with you.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
Whimsical Winds