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Samuel Hoffmann Sep 2018
I just really need a hug.
Not a shrug or glance or wave.
Not a “good morning”, or a “how are you?”
Not a tweet, snap, or like too.
Not a smile, a “what’s up?”, or a wink,
Not a letter in the mail, a text, or a joke,
Not a night-out, dinner, or a date,
I just really need a hug.
Thanks joe
Seanathon Jul 2017
I hope that one day
She will come to me when she is tired
Because rest
The pure rest of a resounding peace
Is something which I too desire
And can provide her with
To be like this.
zebra Sep 2016
i constantly feel the need
to express to you
my inner unreasoned
masturbatory stream of consciousness.
and i want you to know
i consider it an immense privilege
for you to be so kind
dearest
as to stand
under my ghastly orchard

my darkest poems
blood letting streams
are a kind of ******
fetishy cognitive inventory
malformed denizens
of the subconscious
a well of torments
soup of Salmonella
the souls gut
its cauldron
yet not with out lurid enticements
and voluptuous supplicants
gorgeous
like an eight legged woman
with beautiful feet
drooling **** lips
drunk on sacrificial rituals
of blood black tongued kisses
and hideous contorted pleasures
*******

once
exquisite archetypes
gods and goddesses
are now
putrefied
cellar dwellers
moaning in nature bed crypts
of rock, stone
and engraved sigils

because honest pure desires
became fragmentary
and are now gimping amputees
by legions of primal disappointment

while faces blare in the world
like super bright L.E.D.s
shinning paths to others
our deep self
remains patinaed in tears
a black box pox with a lock
the skeleton key lost
in arcane seas

out of utter disgust
for those dark crawlers
that live within us
revealing them selves
as anxieties, depressions
suicides
and myriad quiet despairs
we appear undaunted
to others
and they to us

humanity
muffled ticks
and splintered sticks

my poems let my demons out

yoo who its me
my name is spray snake z
with my hooks and cries
and dark blood skies

in the misty night
i dragged out their earthen coffins
legends of the despicable
resurrected them
fed and loved those darklings
had every conceivable union with them
their healing, my own

ive sexualized them
and found love
albeit twisted

to be adored
in a hidden embrace
i bestow upon you a poetic fantasy
while obsession takes hold

bind it not
nor let it bind you
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ******
If i where a film maker or a novelist  you  would see me telling a story not judge me  although i admit to my paraphilias  
These poems  are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive  impulses we all share
Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about
jane taylor May 2016
what frightens
enlightens

©2016janetaylor
In your loving arms
You hold me ever so tightly
Such a warm embrace
Time seems to last forever
These tender moments I treasure
Read more at http://www.******-in-oncology.com
Timur Shamatov Jun 2018
Holding you tight in our final embrace

Kissing your forehead in silent goodbye

Searching for tears but feeling no pain

Leaving our home in a shattered dismay
A Sad Alex Aug 2018
Eyes see
Stares lock
Yours to mine
Mine to yours
Hearts flutter
Beat like drums
We aim ourselves
We begin to run
Time dilates
It seems to stop
Yet you are closer
I can´t wait anymore
And in that moment
The distance is null
We embrace eachother
We share in our warmths...
...
...
...
Words fail me...
Where to begin?
I call myself a poet? Huh
I wish
Would a poet lose his words?
His inspiration fade?
Would his pen run dry?
Are my hands so afraid ?
And yet
Nothing else matters
I can only feel
How the ice shatters
The glow, the heat
It sparks life anew
It gives me hope again
The closer I get to you
I tried to make a sweet poem, and played around with the composition of the poem itself, it´s not much, but you gotta start somewhere. Regardless I hope you guys like it!
Axion Prelude Dec 2017
I've sought, throughout my entire life, what were inevitably all for naught; to beseech a heart as this

I would have traded all before it just for a moment to embrace it with all my own

This is the preface of a blessing unto a man who lost faith, long ago; the echo of a voice what crept in through mere dreams and left with stoic wanting of what never could be found before

I yearn to give my heart for this
I would transcend everything just to be what's needed, and to never let escape one single breath in vain for all I would know nothing less to be that of an angel
Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016
Not quite a hurricane
but a wind that still blows,
holding love aloft.
I prefer to be behind the scenes
like god,
observing the audience
through a ***** in the curtain.

I am prophecy self-fulfilled,
but I’ve been before mistaken.

Surprised to learn
that they embrace what they ****.
DivineDao Nov 2016
Yin*Yang
=
Perpetuum Mobile
Dialectical Complementary
Opposites *Eternaly Entwined
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A Full Definition of Dialectics
1
:  logic 1a(1)
2
a :  discussion and reasoning by dialogue as a method of intellectual investigation; specifically :  the Socratic techniques of exposing false beliefs and eliciting truth
b :  the Platonic investigation of the eternal ideas
3
:  the logic of fallacy
4
a :  the Hegelian process of change in which a concept or its realization passes over into and is preserved and fulfilled by its opposite; also :  the critical investigation of this process
b (1) usually plural but singular or plural in construction :  development through the stages of thesis, antithesis, and synthesis in accordance with the laws of dialectical materialism (2) :  the investigation of this process (3) :  the theoretical application of this process especially in the social sciences
5
usually plural but singular or plural in construction
a :  any systematic reasoning, exposition, or argument that juxtaposes opposed or contradictory ideas and usually seeks to resolve their conflict
b :  an intellectual exchange of ideas
6
:  the dialectical tension or opposition between two interacting forces or elements
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edwill makamu Dec 2015
I heeded that you are married
no attribution against you
I the one to rebuke
I could've been a man sufficiently

when you said: man up
I became less a man you yenned
I was dark to scope your worst of love
I blundered to enroll, only love is to rescue

I exclusively thought you had a disease
that you can't breathe in general
though I am envious, but I still say:
God bless you and your remedy

He should be me to rescue you
But I was dark to cognize
affection is the only thing you need to meliorate
I urge I could just turn back the hands of time

Began a fashionable living with you
Instantly that I cognize, you are a love patient
I'll man up, I'll provide sufficiently
I'll satisfy your breathe

Just so, I cognize
you are mated to him
He's better than me, better than anyone else
In him you belong, stay blessed.
Sometimes we fail to appreciate what we have until we loose it, and the time we want to care is where we realize is already too late.
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2018
The earth is gold dust is fine
pair up with the blue nymph
go on, fly to the lapis lazuli sky!

Be with the one cosmos
do it, embrace the world!
Without a human, it's void all
for the human all are meaningful.
Nic Mac Jun 2018
Distance, is this air around me that is vacant of you.
Your heart, so far from mine, though I can hear it’s music.
Patience, is the belief that time without you is bearable.
Seconds slowly scrape along the line I drew to wake.
Nothing matches this ache.

of opening eyes to mornings, without your laughter.
Closing them is redundant,
it does not permit me back, to revisit the dream I had left you in.
Eyes instead reluctantly greet the sunrise,
whilst yours are still dancing, flickering, in the gift sleep brings.
I wonder if your searching for me.

Impatient hands long to pull you prematurely out of slumber. Reaching across this border in vain, restless mind teasing me,
as it thinks of holding you, kissing you, here. now.
Dare I soften the white peaks of the mountains that part us?
I mustn’t, thinks the patient witness of time I’ll wait for you on the other side my dear...join me, soon, I wait eagerly.
the wait for wakefulness as they sleep still....

By Nic Mac
Umi Mar 2018
Pursue the delicate moonlight shining beyond the scene, illuminating the grass of the coming spring in an ghastly silver yet majestic green
Clouds with their sterling lining, the cummuters of the heaven, preventing the sun, or the moon sometimes from shining down to us,
Seemingly caught in an endless journey they travel with the wind,
Yet under these drifting clouds in the sweetest of lights, the world remains to be in slumber, a story which never truly unfurls after all,
Can you gaze into a face fraught with sin, possessed by the one you share this dazzling night with on a day alike the tale of a dream ?
Wrapped up under a celestial sphere, here where dreams and illusions collide within the sweet embrace of your strong caring arms,
Finding rest I can leave my body to the flow of time as it passes,
Grandually sweet seasons may take away ones breath with grandiose,
Until the wish projected within your eyes finds its way to become reality, I will stand beside you with serenity and grace, till I may fade,
I may not be able to hand over these feelings, but the grasp of tomorrow bears some power to it, certainly transient time passes,
Let the depths of your heart guide you to a bright, fantastic future,
Until then, shimmering brilliantly, shimmering behind the horizon,
The Sun rises

~ Umi
I cry
for the tender word
left unspoken
take My heart
as a token
of My deep longing
Oh, the universe
dies before My eyes
without Your embrace
and all of nature
has a color and hue
of death
Oh, My heart
returns to the grave
without Your embrace
from which You raised
it to life
by Your sweet smile
and the love that dripped
from You heart
onto My grave
a poor dead thing
without You My love
My sweet angel
let Me return
to a pile
of dry and dead
and withered  bones
Oh, the world is so cruel
It steals
the thing cherished most
let My blood freeze in My veins
or run as a red river
fate curses Me
cursed before My birth
Oh, that night
that a man child was born
let it not see the sun
forever in night
without Your love
and Your embrace
all the world is dead to Me
I the love of the only son cannot redeem
without Your embrace
death has conquered  the world.
for Me
there can be no glad tidings
every man
and every woman
I see is but
a walking bag of bones
Oh, the butterflies
that flew so gaily
there wings have all turned to grey
at night I dream of Your face
a beautiful dream
how, Oh how do I live without You
the soft wind
as it blows through the trees
reminds Me of Your sweet breath
the loving word
You whispered to Me
how it made the world
so bright and ***
Oh, I pray sweet love
let not
an ill wind
blow its icy breath
through My soul
and My bones
Oh, the grave is a deep place
and it calls to Me
when I am lost
from Your embrace
Oh, let the cold north wind
blow not on our love
the world that seems
so bright and lovely
would be but a skeleton
of its former self
nature weeps
the tears of the trees
are on the leaves
and a cold tear
flows down
flows down the face
of a cold stone angel
nature sings its sad song
a song of nevermore
never again with Me
cast Me not aside
Oh, My sweet love
for My soul's forsaken
on that day
it shall die
and I will remain
in My sad cold
grave forever.
under the delighted sky, baby-blue like his eyes,
he holds my trembling hands

his sunshine of a smile warms the cold anger in my blood, makes my heart skip pebbles within me

"true pain is a like a paper cut"
"you don't know that you're in pain until it hits you," says he

he lets me vent out my poisonous emotions
to save me, to make me happier, to absorb my pain

"that's how much i love you," says he as he embraces me warmly



Melody
4/4/19
Get yourself a man like mine.




Just kidding. I don't have a man.
Hadiy Syakir Jan 20
intelligence is
the new authority
resistance is
the new sanctity
velvety memoir
of the patchy ride
in a rainbow rollercoaster,
left everything prime
on the outside
sink into the wagon with
wild, visceral inside
embark on an odyssey
observing the past,
questioning the future.

future is a distant memory
of all the anachronistic glory.
Umi Dec 2017
By the afternoon,
These sunsets are so beautiful, they are gonna make me swoon
Woe not, look at the setting moon,
The night will be over soon...
My dear children, do not be scared, stay with me
Mother will comfort you, there is no need to flee
Will protect you from the monsters, you think to see
My embrace shall bring you back happiness and glee
So hold on tight and don't let go,
For darkness, no!
Light comes back tomorrow <3

~ Umi
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