"eachother" poems
"i'm watching you, stupid ***** Madison pointed at pyper as the girls made there way out of the dining room. "thats enough madison." Cordelia scolded. Nan followed pyper up the stairs into her bedroom. "why are you following me?" pyper asked, looking at nan in disgust. rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "you have madisons money." nan crossed her arms and smiled. "excuse me??" pyper replied as if she were offended by Nans accusation. "mhm, and you have zoeys sunglasses.., cassies ipod, and 25 dollars you stole from emilys purse. along with her art pencils." nan replied. "wow, you're A cleptomaniac." Nan laughed. "okay, how do you know all of this???" Pyper asked, her cheeks red from embarissment, and her head lowered in shame. "i'm psychic. i can read minds." nan explained. suddenly cassie walked past pypers room in search of her stolen ipod. "has anyone seen my pink ipod???" Cassie questioned, it was sitting on my bed, and now i can't find it anywhere. " she looked around hopelessly. "well then look in your room cassie. give me 5 minutes and i'll help you look." pyper shouted. "wow, you're a real piece of work arent you?" nan rolled her eyes and chuckled. "what is your angle, nan?" Pyper questioned, rolling her eyes aswell. saying names name as if she were mocking the whole idea of her. "my angle, PYPER. is this, you give everyone there **** back or i'm telling cordelia and you're out of here." Nan smerked. "you're not going to tell on me anyway?" pyper asked sadly. "no, not onless you do it again." nan sighed, "we stick together here, we're a family, we don't steele eachother down thats not what we're about." nan explained sympatheticly. "wow, thats funny because that's all my real family ever did." pyper replied with big sad puppy dog eyes. nan nodded, "i'm not here to listen to your ******** excuses or your sob stories. if saying that you've had a hard life, and never had anything given to you. and the world owes you. helps you get to sleep at night then fine, cool beans. but i'm not buying that shit. and these girls don't owe you anything. now, i expect everyone to have there **** back by the morning, or i will tell cordelia." nan sighed and rolled her eyes. "okay." pyper nodded with a wounded look upon her face. Cassie stood outside of the door, still listening. her eyebrows raised in anger. and then made her way up the stairs and into madisons room. "what are you doing here pipsquick. im NOT in the mood." Madison sobbed. "oh i think you're in the mood for this, i know who took your money." Cassie smiled.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
It's a **** shame.. These girls are so different yet they are the same.. A figment of imagination .. To draw a line in the divine pigment and foundation.. 2 Queens in the same race.. In the same race.. Can't get along because of the tone on their face... Whatever the case I wish you all could get first place.. Don't let the color of your skin have you unfit within... I wish I could undraw that a line with the pen.. Of self hate that they handed us.. We didn't wanna hate eachother they demanded us... These skin tones... They tore us apart from the field to the kitchen.. Enough of the ******** & ******* QUEENS PRAISE QUEENS!!!!! And that final.. Instead of making enemies.. Make yourself someone's idol... Don't let this world segregate a segregated being.. I'm dedicating this to you.. Every dark skinned & light skinned Queen... ONE LOVE...
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
This red string of fate binds us, through all eternity, we once were to blinded by heartbreak, to hurt to see.
We lived our lives separate, always feeling incomplete, to ignorant to notice this invisible red thread at our feet.
No matter the distance it can become tangled, yet never broken, the moment we met it was as if destiny had spoken.
The red string of fate can stretch throughout the world, yet will always lead us to eachother, forbidding us to successfully love another.
We are forever connected, by this string tied around your ankle and mine, binding our hearts together since the beginning of time.
It led me to you, now we have found our way, in my heart and soul forever is where you will stay.
When this life ends and we begin anew, I have no doubt that this red string of fate will again lead me to you
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
I'm walkin' around my neighborhood,
Looking at all the different colors,
It's just that kind of October,
Where everything is pretty,
And it can get kind of chilly,
But that's okay,
I'm wearing my sweater today,
And today,
Is the day that I'm gonna see you again..
And I'm nervous,
But I'll be alright,
I'm just feeling my heart race on the inside,
And regardless of the consequences,
I'll be with you tonight,
I'm seeing you tonight.
In this October chill,
We'll feel all the right feels.
I see little kids over across the street,
They kind of remind me of how we use to be,
When we were young,
And life goes on,
And even though it gets scary,
Growing up and all,
We have eachother through the fall.
And today,
Is the day that I'm gonna see you again..
And I'm nervous,
But I'll be alright,
I'm just feeling my heart race on the inside,
And regardless of the consequences,
I'll be with you tonight,
I'm seeing you tonight.
In this October chill,
We'll feel all the right feels.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
Road trips with old cars
With ski racks and kayaks
Park and open the sunroof
And we can fall asleep
Gazing up at the stars,
Or at eachother, whichever
Who's up for a long escape?
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
You said you didn't understand why we kept running back to eachother
"especially you with what i've done to you each time"
well i figured it out
We're fire
charged
I can literally feel the pull between us;
every fiber of my body
and thats why we fight-
always
always finding something to fight about
i truly think we like the fighting-
to get under eachothers skin , because we were too intense of a pair
But, in the same way
we're also fire with desire
we're electric
you bring me to life
you know my body and you know my mind
I literally crave you
*and its a ****** up cycle isn't it*
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
like a natural country girl
took me by the hand
lead me places only country girl could
rode me like a bronco
left me with a shine in my soul
and a big ole smile on my face
like a natural country girl should
waited a lifetime for a girl like her
hay in her hair
love for horses in her heart
nothin better than a natural country girl
and the smiles we give eachother have allways been there
shes everything iv ever wanted
a natural country girl
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
We were a strange kind
your mind ignited mine
we grew on eachother like a fertilized vine
& crashed and burned before our time
ours is a tale I long to rewrite
let ink spill out, 7 chapters in a night
regretting words I hissed in spite
forgiving ourselves for ending the fight
I'd start back before I knew your name
slip into to a less polluted time
before I cried after drinking red wine
back when our souls were intertwined
before contracts of our destiny were signed
before my heart was forced to resign
once upon a time,
I was yours and you were mine
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Shadows blossom in corners where light is at the center of this room..
I play music I have never heard..
I turn the light off and the shadows become void..
Into the darkness they mix with eachother..
That is until one of them lights a candle..
The shadows play among the candle light..
The candle light slowly dies away..
It was then a grand shadow brought forth a blazing candle..
The blazing candle lights up creating days across the cosmos..
The shadows call the blazing candle a sun..
The sun burns and burns for almost forever..
Other shadows in corners of the expanse do the same..
They light their own candles creating suns..
They later name the far away suns stars..
The universe has become lit...
Because shadows missed the light I had turned off..
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
Humanity,
We all have to keep believing in it.
because If we don't have eachother,
than what do we really have?
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
I have, on my youtube, playlists of men.
kissing.
allow me to excuse myself, but it's not for fun and pleasure
it's quite the opposite, it's for my displeasure
but that's not entirely true.
I have them there
to remind me
that those men
will never be
me. I will never
Kiss someone
Hold someone
Love someone
like they do for eachother.
It's a feeling deep within my bones, a longing not to be ignored, a longing to hold and to be held. To kiss and be kissed.
to love
and be loved...
in a certain kinda way.
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 6:23 PM UTC
I should not look,
She is a girl,
And so am I,
But she is pretty.
He is hot,
I kinda like him,
But I may not,
For he is a boy like me.
A girl and a boy,
Both loved,
Not by eachother,
But by me.
I look in the mirror,
See a body,
But it is not me,
Just my (fe)male version.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
are we so unloved........in this the very day
that holds together all of creation?
wonderous sight!...eachother!
freely coming unto what we know to call
"the sacred door"
weeping and moaning in sheer lonliness
hating our abusing friends
who we then so gladly abuse
thankful for "justification"
we stomp our own poor face by face
we'd re-lynch negros if we could
get the rag heads YES WE CAN...HURRAY!
while the deadly oil spill
SIMPLY ERASED
IF NOT FROM THE WATERS .....THEN
FROM MEMORIES
we hate our lovers from the day we meet
and when he's gone
we want him back again!
so very unloved
but wait!
when a true friend appears
we just call him "nerd" or "geek"
lonley loveless
yet so safe
from the overwhelming reality
loving to be unloved
the power trip that never fades away
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 12:53 PM UTC
Eating does not mean I am hungry
All the time
Sometimes Eating means just
Sharing a minute with someone
A minute where just the two of you sit next to eachother
And enjoy the moment of being together
This imaganition lives in mind I guess.
And like I know that there is no perfection
So there is no perfect breakfast
So there is no breakfast at all.
You start eating without the other.
You fill stressed by the fact that you have to eat.
Why is there no perfection?
Why seems everything difficult and upsets you?
There might be an explanation.
But also if someone will shout it in your ear.
You wont hear it.
Because you chose to be unhappy
…all by yourself.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
Black dress, white dress
Twin souls, twin sisters,
hold hands in the october sun..
both different, both the same..
on this day, a frog is caught..
they take it home..
they feed it, they take care of it
butterflies white, butterflies black..
sisters smile to eachother..
brown eyes, blues eyes,
sisters, twins
souls trapped under the october sun..
holding hands
blue and brown eyed twins..
are followed that day under the october sun..
One of them could have run..
but blue could not leave brown..
and thus they are together forever..
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
A duality of elan vital, two people
Spectres of emotion
Intertwined by a fuselage of bruised skin & tendon
Tissues become orbital, gushing towards grafts
Helixes of snot, **** and lymph
Boy & girl
As they embrace the animating principle and eachother, they fuse
A one piece tapestry adorned seamless with no hem, beginning or end
Always was, always is
Patiently turning to liquid as their being unzips
Lying figures of runny makeup and genetic *****
Quintessence, a texture of synaptic potential
Corpus Callosum
An entirety of self, lost in imbued disintegration
Theory of mind, looped & bound
I will water the thought
Roots envisaged in dystopian amygdala
Piercing data packets with a frost-like intensity
Forgetting our obsolescence moments ago
A neuron dipped in nylon
Theta waves and the non-euclidean crux of dissociation
Ghosts in the machine, your macro god
The sympathies of fractional distillation
Digitised/assimilated unto the nanosphere
Cold hands and brass backs galvanised in oscillated tears
Commodified, sold out and bought
Stretching, from purple, white and black
slowly losing its colour, amorphous in shape
brushed across a smudge, ambiguously chromatic
Monetised flesh god
An eternity bathed in starlight
Cutting an incision in the sky to allow entropy
Divided dimensions of energy
Fleeting and intangible
No longer a delirium of seperation
All semantics become light
As a rusted vehicle passes overhead
And all the worlds questions fade out of existence
Flutters of red tape and foregone growth of practice
Sinew flayed, integrated towards information
Our minds shared
In circuits and resistors
Photons and electrons
We radiate
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
I hung the sunflower
from a piece of twine
in my wardrobe,
some months ago now.
Something once beautiful,
a gift from you to me,
a symbol of us,
together
and the happiness we found
in eachother
as we grew and bloomed
together.
So I hung it in the wardrobe
to preserve it.
To keep it. To admire it.
To cherish it for as long as we could.
And yet despite my attempts,
this sunflower’s petals
fell to the wardrobe floor,
it’s head shrivelling, wilting.
What could I do?
but leave it there
for days and weeks,
suspended amongst the clothes.
But the longer I left it,
unable to face
what I knew I had to do,
the worse this sunflower became.
We cannot restore
life into something
dead
and decayed.
I sharpened my shears and cut both
the thin twine of the sunflower,
and the thin twine holding us
together.
The dead sunflower hanging in my wardrobe
becomes the dead sunflower
lying amongst its own petals
on the wardrobe floor.
I am left to pick up the pieces
of what once was.
It was useless to try to preserve
when all flowers live, then die.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
daylight had just slipped away
and the roadsters of the night had come out to play
on the yonkers line
the night held me in its hand
safe and warm
cause it was hometown summer
cause i was young and strong
she sat there next to me with her grey eyes full
of the dreams a young woman has
full of the romance of hometown summer
we spent the night there in the grass
by the old oak tree looking down on the streamin lights
looking down on the distant vast world
years before the cost of our lives became apparent
years before the bill came due
hometown summer
and its there still in my heart
comes back to when my day is too busy
and im running down the line
she is there next to me
all my friends too
on the hill looking down on the distant world
safe in our world
safe in eachother
hometown summer
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
Once nothing wondered if it mattered.
Nothing wondered what It was like to be somthing.
because the only thing to stop nothing,
was nothing
its wish was granted.
So nothing became something.
Somthing was so eager to learn
so eager to see
taste
smell
feel
so Something wished to feel Everything
and out of that wish came Everything.
Everything grew and grew without limits
and as Something became a part of Everything
It forgot.
it forgot its mission, its reason of being.
"Do I matter?"
Somthing divided and became Many.
Many started to search for the importance of Nothing.
But Something went wrong and Many were confused.
As hard as Many tired to find the answer they failed.
Something was lost and Many had forgotten the question.
Many thought they had a better question.
Many lost touch with something,
and Many lost Everything,
Many could care less about anything or nothing.
Many only cared about staying Many.
Many started to believe that there was always Something,
and Nothing never existed.
And that is how Many lost its' self.
Many lost the quest.
Some would find a glimmer of hope.
They would join together and find Something
they found Something beautiful.
but they were few.
and sometimes Something would not be found for a long time
they would try to find it by dancing and singing and lighting candles.
But sometimes few were lucky
they would realise that together they themselves were Something
and that they were beautiful....
..and that they were Something because they had eachother
and in each other they had Everything
and when you are something that has everything...
...the answer is simple
Nothing is really ever important...
Nothing really ever matters.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Combining each thought and sharing a single mind,
while all living things rot, there's a darkness that can blind.
We believe ourselves are invisible, never worthy of a second glance,
and even when miserable, we all can receive a second chance.
Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
a love that was eternal, yet ended far too soon.
And even though opposite, they made the other complete,
as at night the Earth was moonlit and in day the sun brought heat.
And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection,
and in between came Mercury and Mars,
barely sliding by detection.
Yes it's truly a sorry and sad tune,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.
Shining for eachother and lighting up the world,
with a love that could smother and emotional tides always swirled.
Passing by and on the go, barely glimpsing a sight,
but the moon will always glow and the sun will always shine bright.
Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
with disaster so contagious, they were always truly immune,
and even though apart, they shared a soul together,
and they shared a heart, and they shared the skies forever.
And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
In the history books and memoirs,
there's some things they fail to mention:
they were both adoring and made the other swoon,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.
It wasn't well hidden; they danced a dance of pure seduction,
and they felt it was forbidden, as it would lead to their destruction.
So they kept their space, to give us both the dark and the light,
and now they rise and set as a race, it's competition and a fight.
And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
The constellations near and far,
tell the tale of their affection.
It may not be of glory, and it may just tell of ruin,
but we all should remember the love story of the sun and the moon.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
When we fell asleep video chatting every night for a month
When I cried because you were the first person to make me feel like I wasn’t alone
When you excitedly told me about kissing a girl in a cemetery
When you sent me videos of your dirt bike
When we went cruising and listened to songs from our favourite band
When you tried to teach me how to game
When you told me everything you love about your girlfriend
When you talked about engines and cars with me even though I didn’t understand
When you saw I was feeling bad even at the one place I’m always happy
When you didn’t ask questions when I asked you to get rid of my razors, but instead told me how proud you were
When you held me as I cried, knowing I hate crying in front of people
When you let me fall asleep holding you even though I was cold and wet
When you held my hand when we woke up on the day when everyone had to leave
When you let me hug you a hundred times because you knew how much I’d miss you
When you gave me closeness and friendship and love unlike anything I’d ever known before
When we sat in my porch for 3 hours after fireworks were shot at people during a party, so you could make sure I was okay
When you let me cuddle you even though your friends would give you a hard time
When you told me you’d help me out if anyone ever hurt me
When you took a selfie with me
When you carried me everywhere *** I was tired
When you held my hand going down a steep trail because I couldn’t see and you knew I was scared
When you brought me extra food because you knew I skipped lunch
When you were protective over who I was friends with
When I came over to your house for the first time and we made pizza, gamed, and hung out with your family
When you had you first kiss with me
When you always showed you were protective of me and became the big brother I never had
When you told me you were bi on the first day we met
When you told me that only people you know well or that you like get to know you’re bi
When you cried and told me all your favourite facts and memories of a friend who had betrayed you
When you told me I had a cute nose
When you fell asleep holding my hand
When we hugged eachother after not seeing eachother for a year
When we kissed for the first time
When we kissed more
When you were my date
When you told me I was the only non-celebrity you’d go gay for
When we danced together
When we agreed to have an annual one week relationship
When you were the first girl I loved
When I met these people I never thought we’d get to the point were at now.
I doubt I’ve effected their lives as much as they’ve effected mine but it doesn’t even really matter because I have them and that’s all that matters to me
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Kiss my lips
Slowly,gentle and kind
Come and kiss my lips
You know we both suffer for eachother
And you know that i'd never do the first step.
So come and kiss my lips.
Make me feel loved,make me die in your arms.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
bougainvillea!
oh bougainvillea!
what a bougainvillea day!
as we wander the countryside in search of eachother!
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amid the vitriol and the petrol and the pain
------------
amid the words and the imagry
the politicians and the total a--holes
the wasted love and the wasting lovers
the human bodies in full decay!
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(and you and I perhaps
amid dreary dreams seeking the one sky's "opening"
seeking the one god's grace
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but then
we sing!!!!!
"bougainvillea!
bougainvillea!!!
what an immensely boring bougainvillea day!"
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we could of said
"i love you"
but we were too afraid
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 9:48 AM UTC
Trauma
We bond over
We fall in love with eachother
Attracted to eachother
You sealed it with a kiss on the mouth
And then on
My lower lips
You kiss
I know I have meet some genuine
I want you to be with me
As we make love
You made feel
Both emotional and psychological
Sensation when you
Just with a flick of the tounge
I moan in actual love
It’s almost tantric
Your
Loving touch
You say moan hard
Louder
And I do
Love me as we you
Sweetly dominate
Me
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
You were like a natural disaster to our lives.
While we played in a field.
No warning.
You appeared...
You struck and we lay scattered on that field...
In tears.
Confused.
In pain.
Broken inside out.
No longer just children.
Victims to young to understand that we were forever changed.
To young to understand why we felt ***** and guilty.
The threats and fear, made us silent...
Fear and interrogation made me lie.
You left us in that open space forever, no matter where we went.
And our lives were taken...
Our parents were broken, because parents break when thier children are hurt.
And my lie...
My lie forever changed my protectors life.
My fear made me hurt another.
We were so young...
Some not old enough for school.
Our fear allowed the disaster to strike others...
Now as adults we know a new guilt.
But we were so young.
This very unnatural disaster still walks the earth...
Somebody gives this pervert comfort...
But we are forever changed.
Stronger today, yes...
But never again as free as before he stole our innocence.
This disaster turned our world upside down, and revisited us for years taking more of us each time he put his disgusting hands on us.
I'm not to religious, but I believe in God.
I have yet to know the reason for this, except that we are great protective parents...
And as I believe there's a God...
I know there is also a hell.
And while God tells us to forgive...
I have yet to forgive even myself for being so full of fear, because it allowed him to walk free and hurt us again and again, and others through time.
There is no part of us sacred or untouched by that evil...
No matter who knows our story, there's no person not even eachother who understands the depth of our individual torment.
The unfair torture of feeling an isolated, unexplainable, personal taste of evil.
Like a natural disaster, he struck us down...
Children at play made victims of a child molester.
Survivor's!
Of a sick family member's distgusting taste for extremely young children.
We can't say we are ok.
We refuse to say you are anything more then a creature that has not yet met God's wrath.
And dare not say, you to know abuse...
Dare not say you found God...
God and abuse will find you when your six feet under.
I know I sin as I write this...
But to forgive...
As a mother myself...
Well that's it's not in me.
Do unto others...
Do unto others, that's how I live.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC