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Priyanka Sep 2018
Electrification of the heart
you think you can stop it?
This force of the wind,
assume you can hold it?
Naiveté, destiny lent that too.

Us fools, consumed by passion,
think there’s a force of will.
Read too much Sartre
but the Kafkaeque fate,
think you can avert it?

Turning around,
blades of the turbine
in the vast wasteland
that had burnt our desires,
we move together.

That desolate landscape
of our forlorn hearts,
touched occasionally
by a passing shower
too little, too sparse.  

Force of the wind,
this love that carries us
together, hence and forth,
fanning anew doused passions
putting the blades into action.

O dear providence!
Can you stop it? This,
current coursing through my veins
burning alive, the two of us
This passion, can you tame it?

I doubt,
the wheel has been set into motion.
Star-crossed lovers, can you fight your destiny, can you alter fate? For, love is the wind that drives you like blades of a windmill.
Bijan Rabiee Sep 2018
Hop on a train to nowheres
Where no kindred souls reside
And you shall find ebbing cares

Get away and defrost
Your turbin of independence
And electrify soul's ******

Leave and don't look back
Your hut is an allocated rut
An ever-widening  crack

You are born free of chains
A roving verve of stardust
Exploring firmament's veins.
SC Kelley Aug 2018
You are indescribably beautiful.
More than your breathtaking smile.
Or the way you looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.
You are beautiful in this supernatural way that makes me yearn for an explanation.

It is such a beauty that makes me feel complete.
A tremendous burst of euphoria and bliss just by the thought of you.
Your bewitching emanation that makes my soul electrify.
As if we were split in a ****** world to search for one another.

Your immense beauty that is far beyond the physical.
It makes me suffer in the most amazing way.
Forces me to watch every careful step,
To not shatter the perfection of a thousand lifetimes.

A beauty that makes the world seem brand new and brilliant.
You make the flowers bloom fuller,
The grass greener,
And the birds sing finer.

You are the deity my heart has struggled to search for,
The divinity my soul has craved,
And the magnificence I have only dreamt of.
Your presence makes this life hold a more significant meaning.

You are the loveliest being,
I have ever had the pleasure of sharing an existence with.
You cause this intoxication in my very soul,
And make my heart skip every beat in the most tremendous way.

You have brought new meaning to my life.
Things that were once a blur now makes sense.
You have given love "at first sight" a true meaning.

~S.C. Kelley
For My love
Brooke White Feb 20
i.
The pale man with a fat collar sharpened his teeth to bite
into the pulp of a psalm. I envied him
closer to God and nearly having eaten the microphone.

ii.
        Suddenly, the bobbing aisles and shuffling pews cease
        to biblical current.
        Behind him is a fountainhead of distraction.
        The mosaics are rich in blood orange
        and specs of sunlight
        through stained glass electrify
        young churchgoers into a disco scene.

iii.
A Xavier boy is likely to yank the ponytail of the girl in front of him again. His khakis will become an eyesore in an overpopulated neighborhood of plaid skirts. I will find myself searching the room for disruption. And during that time, God will be searching for me.
Samantha Cunha Nov 2018
Let the inspiration
Flow through
Your veins
Only love remains
Let it electrify
The soul
& let the art
Take control
alexandra j Nov 2018
Though the destruction of myself
transpired in between moments
our electricity starting fires
everywhere in town
my heart held tightly
within your grasp
and the disasters
we created within

I would redo it all
time and time again

If it meant
the ambering fire
within me
would electrify
gazing
into your
golden speckled eyes

And self destruct
all over again
Samantha Cunha Nov 2018
California
daze
Gold
sugar
rush
haze
China white
Dark angel
of the night
a
lush
touch
&
Brown sugar
rush


Gold in
his veins
soft touch
to take away
his pains
electric sea
electrify me
gal of the night
I do what you like
Far out
my mind
but you're
still in
my sight
Marshal Gebbie Oct 2018
Haven't had the words of late
haven't seen the need
Haven't felt the witches brew
Seed the blood to bleed.
Looked about for reason to..
Looked around for cause,
Found the old magneto
Rusted hot in pause.
What a ****** admission,
What a state to be,
Embroiled in incognito's
Lost identity.
Need to alter background
Ditch the one act play
Find blue sky enchantment's
beauty in this way.
Tantiize libido
Rile the juices red,
Haul my suffering woman
Off to ***** bed.
Locate joy in sunshine
Rip the brain to zest,
Electrify libido
Change the word to.....YES!

M.
After an interminable drought of verse-less days.
Samantha Cunha Nov 2018
California
daze
Gold
sugar
rush haze
China white
Dark angel
of the night
a
lush
touch
&
Brown sugar
rush
from the
  hush hush

Gold in
his veins
soft touch
to take away
his pains
electric sea
electrify me
gal of the night
I do what you like
Far out
my mind
but you're
still in
my sight
beth Jan 13
bitter air pours through cracked windows at sixty miles per hour
dashboards turn to focal points turn to the only sight i'll keep from these days
and the nighttime pitch black glosses over moments of eyes glazed
the week's exhaustion turns each of us up, empty and dour

we work through our days and leave the waking hours to devour
sprawled over small couches and cold basement floors, always dazed
we come alive to mood music and greasy food at odd hours, forever unfazed
we make each spontaneous saturday night, uniquely and quietly ours

the clock in the dash reckons 3:46am in a thin, strobing green
he blinks hard, weary eyes and overworked body, fighting against the morning
and the neon signs of the little old marketplaces, oh, how they sing

we wire ourselves and electrify our moments with caffeine
we crash and burn and forget every night, ignoring our own warnings
and the sleepless sacrifices for each other's wonder, oh, the upswing.
some memories from last winter. for bg, io, kd, and eg. thinking of you with every freezing midnight. (22:00 - 05/03/18)
Forget the onion and all its layers
thats obvious
You are undeserving for such a cliché
So I invite a different perspective
Think of a base, flour and egg kneaded together like I need you,
so dense in identical morals
Folded with mirrored ideology of future fortuity
Dipped sensually with a sauce so thick,
Thicker than blood or water,
Blended as one to create a sea of red as deep as our hearts pumping vitality
Sprinkled softly with the most palatable, mouth watering mozzarella
Each placing full of utter affection,
Long lost stares while you sit innocent to me feasting my eyes upon your moreish persona.
The only quandry we must face is whose decision that day of toppings to showcase
Who gets the chance to tease additional flavours, delicious tasters
To open eyes to attributes unseen before,
Hopes set high to electrify taste buds
Wanting the other to crave more

Ingredients brought together for a flavoursome pizza
You are my hawaiian
As i,
Your meatfeast.

Opposing trimmings
Eachothers 1st choice
One anothers perfection to quench their dying hunger
The anaolgy I concoted best used to describe my relationship.
My partner and I have opposite interests, humour, and past times,
but we sit firmly in a body of identical morals, integrity and honour, mirroring each others.
A pizza is nothing without a strong base.
Toppings can be changed and mixed to any combination.
The base is the structure of our love, ***** and rigid.
The toppings are interchangeable extras that we diversify daily to develop and grow together.
Dondaycee Feb 12
I want the people knowing they made Day,
If that’s the case; or no case... make another day;
-Hey, I don’t want to turn into Malcolm or Michael;
I just wanna be what I wanna be...
Kovu, Mushu, Samuel; Bruce Lee -pure mind, **** Bill, Ip Man currency;
Me and my friends are under the sea,
Ernie and Bert are on Sesame Street,
They naughty away, displaying heart break; one day they’ll say it’s egregious;
Down here, -whales
-Nobody beat us,
Deprive us from our freeness, or leave us for our weakness,
There’s no place more exquisite, diabolical; omniscient like under the sea...

I just wanna live young, fall hard, talking love; fog season...

Can I be a petitive anomaly?
Can I be condescending pompously?
Can I touch on your skin and examine your eyes like there’s no bound to thee,
Can we slowdown the time to entwine minds and be,
One with our breath before the first drop of sweat electrify our senses to heal and define divine as we activate dormant currents in spine?

You don’t notice me but in time you will,
This connection is bigger than the Wachowski’s “Red Pill”...

Girl you must understand...

I wanna be your man, like Morpheus and Carrie Anne.

— The End —