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Sir Loin Jun 2016
How could I not sit there besides you and stare into your infinite eyes
Realize
Epiphany after epiphany
How could I not want to spend my entire life getting lost in your entity and never wanting to come back
I heard it's only cliche to those who haven't felt it yet
How could I not love every fiber of your being
Every inch of your skin that I have kissed
Every lash on your eye
Every measure of step you take
The pitch of your voice
The twitches when you sleep
Our sweat that drips while we make love
I want to sleep in your ribcage and act as every vital *****
Keeping you sane
Keeping you safe
I never want to come back
I want to be under your possession
Under your skin shelter
Til my very last drunken night
Thinking of ways to make you smile
Thinking of ways to croud the space above your carium with memories
Memories of us under the influence of every bitter taste of alcohol
Under the influence of eachother
Becoming more and more intoxicated with every kiss
Gripping your hand tighter
Feeling the skin on your lower back
Never been more blissful
Kissing your neck with a handful of your hair
Grasping your thighs and Kissing the ground you walk on
I've never been so idealistic in my life
You change every thought I've ever had
And I love it
Tonight I write how much I miss our cells growing within eachother
Our shadow in the inner side of the side walk
Pokeballs and wings
How much I miss everything in between
Everything that represents you
How could I not want to spend the rest of my life intoxicated by your essance
To my one true love
Fah Sep 2013
Time or the essance of Death

distilled.

No matter the who -
Someone , some force
snowballed.

The greatest daylight robbery -
that of our TIME.
TIME.
is not money

"At least in my books"
-me.
Jolene Perron Oct 2010
She sits, she sings, she talks.
She ponders, she thinks, she worries.
She loves, she loses, she mopes.
             She lost,
                             Her Love.
                                            The Distance...

She falls, she yearns, she needs.
She wants, she sees, she feels.
She embraces, she holds, she engulfs.
             His touch,
                             His essance,
                                            He's everything...

She's falling,
                         in a new love.
She's losing,
                        her old love.
She's running,
                                                       pushing them away.
She's building,
                     walls for them to tear.
She wants,
                    to see who cares enough.
She needs,
                                                       them to tear the walls.

She's falling, falling, falling...
                                      She's feeling, embracing, falling...

                      Does he even know?
Livi M Pearson Apr 2016
Cracked
Pieces dropping like crystal rain
Everywhere
                                   Everywhere
                 Everywhere
Scattered out like paper snow
Please make my stanza a snow angel
Help my color blind eyes see emotions
The deep dark pain
The violet sympathy
For the maroon agony
Divided by the serene white line
A sign for hollow peace
Near green oak trees by the shallow midnight blue lake
Yellow sunshine lingering on the deep water surface
Peace an eye full of imagination
Taking a long dip
**** and engulfed in lifes wonders
Yet I watch colorblind but aware of you smilling at the sight
Kissing the natural misty air
Beauty of black and white
In the essance...
Of my vivid imagination
Robert Guerrero Apr 2013
You stare down empty corridors
Filled with memories
Of a desolate past
Broken mirrors lay on the floor
Hearts rotting and decaying
The true essance of life
Destroyed in seconds
How many chapters can an author write
Before realizing it is time to end the story
How many scars on a persons wrist can one have
Before realizing it is time to end their life

Life is a book filled with struggles and perils
But how many people have died in this book
How many were writing their story
Before they stared down the corridors
Of empty rooms and broken dreams
The final chapter everyone is literally dying to write
I don't know when I will write mine
But the final words are already written



Goodbye, I love you.
LycanTheThrope Jun 2015
Why is it raven closure
when all I want
is golden remarks
of your rich notions
assured?


I’m no poet
but I can think of a few words
to describe my love
tonight


We both have broke in serenade
and in silence


I may not show my clever temptations
to dark empathetic edges
But it never meant
I wasn’t writing lyrics


And when I’m wrapped up in the sun
enlighten me of your compromise with light
demonstrating a tongue-tied lie--
How many ****** bones
Wants your figure?


Are we wasting time
delivering sins
When we would have died
for living?


I don’t want to tell you
The sardonic fears I carry metrical with my trust
‘Cause Lord knows just how many
Times I’ve craved your body
Over your company
Loathing in my passion


envy can break--
us in every way imaginable


Souls are enduring spirits
That’s why they’re broken
Shattered
and
Scattered
(No one can piece it together)


I’ll keep the hounds at bay
If you learn to tame the deity inside
for me?



Because if that’s all your movemnt has to offer
Then you can forget it all  
(But if you can inscribe your soul, I’ll read. Write me your essance, become my Legend
Ahkira)




<-You were mine for a night, but I held back, and regrets fill the emptiness you left in me->


*forgive me not
Movement No. 2.
Written on June 8th of 2015

I bit down on what wasn't mine
You are the only reason
I haven't fixed it
Don't talk, let me think it over.

© Copywrite Lycan
tomkrutilla Dec 2012
when a whisper turns into a rumer none is safe
the essance of a battle can be found in the vortex of the combatants
if the mistakes you make are muliplied you can subtract each one by love and commitment
i heard you...i heard you... i heard you... what did you say
if you feel alone on this earth you won't alone you still have your ego
Astrid Ember May 2015
We organize our
lives into lines
when we are fluid.

We cry and cling
"accept me."

We exist backwards.
We are explosive beings.
Trying to contain our
essance into bottles
when we alone are
galaxies.
   Our mind's a
   universe of it's
   own.
We are like a song
  trying to tie itself
    into 3 minutes
      long.
When really
   we are the overflowing
   water in a bathtub
   you wish you really could of kept.
Because we
are the last few
minutes of the remix.

We are the best.
I was tripping ***** when I wrote this. Oops.
IsReaL E Summers Dec 2015
Thankyou.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.
Why you continue to believe in me...
I don't know.
But, because of you;
Watching over me while I dream of a place, so real...
I believe.
I believe, I am Loved.
I believe, I am free.
I believe n' Trust... because You first loved, and trusted me.
Your existence... your very essance...
Inspires me; to live-out-loud.    
Un-ashamed; I AM radiating the astronomical grace given to me;
To us...
On calvary.
                                  With all my heart
                                              & soul,
                                  Isreal E. Summers
O.t. "angels among us"
Otto Bauner Dec 2018
Thinking of you I can smell the essance of your skin as if your ever present
A presences that sparks a fire deep with in me etched your name in my soul
My knees tremble as I say your name softly under my breath
My ears hear your name and yurns to hear your voice.
My heart beat flutters as my mind realizes you arent there.

My mind begins a craving that can only be satisfied by you

A touch of your face to calm my breathing
Your presence in my day to fulfill my needs
Your sweet voice to calm my minds thought.
Your scent so real in calms my heartbeat..

Through everything I am addicted to you beautiful,
Dedicated to Crystal
Jtlbl May 2020
Swimming in circles hed eventually drown
In essance a king with a  crown
Waves broke anything he had ever planned
Sinking he needed land he need a hand
last breath
Feeling death
Feminine devinity smiled
Upon him life infinity
A mermaid in presence
A savour he saw no menace
Men lay dead around her See,-bed
Nothing mere about this man
perusue her oceans lengths where she led
His existence she would know "I am"
feel the words before he spoke them
Her voice a sirens call to home
A catch of a lifetime aim to net alone
A connection unspoken healed broken
Upon a thrown announced His Queen.
More valuable than the Oceans lost treasure and gold
A pure chance endeavor
Jypsys cards yester years for told
Do mermaid's tears givre live forever.
Gain was nothing ever wanted
Her tears to never see the ocean-floor.
A chance was the only thing form her he wanted granted
The sea was mysterious
He remained curious
She got away or so they say
I heard he never left that spot
Fishing endlessly
A Tamaltuious quest he lost
The sweet siren of her voice
The feeling of freshly layed snow within her eye's
Ice blue I wonder in time will she even remember September
His memory was fading it was May
2 hours from shore
To hand
She had changed everything
Without even touching his hand
One day the tide took him too
They say
hes at rest now with me his brother
his other
one in the same
one man 2 names
gratful for even that short window
for on those days the sunsn warmth
touched the deepest part of the sea bed
brought warmth if thats all hew can claim
Changed tides ppl forgot
he was different now hes not
<3
Ocean shores guides
#mrquid #Johnnyquid #mermaind
#quidink
2020 Mr quid
Quidinktattoos
#Quidink
tom krutilla Feb 2014
when a whisper turns into a rumer, no one is safe
as I remember those soft fingers and tender touch
that numb the lies

the essance of a battle, can be found in the vortex
of the combatants who's sores are scarred memories

If you feel alone on this earth you won't be
you still have your ego

If the mistakes you make multiply
you can subtract each one by love and commitment
Jtlbl Jul 2020
His pain is deep, he stroles through hell
Valley of the shadow of death?
Is nothing If u knew his anguish.
He suffers well
A good day that's where he go's to catch breath
There his deomos truly get rest
eyes closed
His minds eyes spoke
Lies it told him he died
he lost all hope
To face his own story though his own eyes
Feeling the pain he caused and all his lies
Choosing death sounds best said in jest
If that good guy had to die???
just know it wasn't you are you high?
Trying to stay positive and keep it light
Clearly loosing the fight
was he a hero, hell No
Not a hope in hell hed see heaven.
Villan disguised,
lies in his eyes
A Romeo, maybe tho?
cassonvoa? sky blue eyes it's over.
Juilets life spiral down the drain
He died 1st
So she would have time to recover
Find find a new lover
He he was rotten the worst
His death was not litural but that of spirit and soul
But years of many that ripped him in two no longer whole
Not even the souls essance
Spending time with him people felt no life no pressamce
His smile lost to time and memory
his laugh blew silent in the breeze
He was left an enemy
People abused him like giant flees
Blood suckers draining his last energy.
Before he left it's was said he became a dog
Parasites he got used to these
In pursuit of happiness he was about to meet his God.
Whatever he thought that was
One last breath he took her hand
His temptress had won
His demise she planned
She had his number on day one
Grinning as the sand spilled through his glass
His time was up he wasn't made to last
The sadow of a man fading away
not even lady luck  could saved him
He's had one last smile to put on his face
His arm in the air and ******* up
His last words were
"I never gave a ****"
A storm blew in and took him away
No remember 's his name such a shame
Trash The world couldn't wait to get rid
A myth once said his name was joahua or josh
Actually a good passionate and funny
Guy
personally if u ask me?
I'd say that myth was a lie
He was cold and couldn't care less
no love in his eyes,just glazed over
His love was a fallen angel
corrupt and rotten
Her pressance stole his life
As this story fortold
Second for second
She would never allow him to grow old
what he did for her, locked him out of heaven.
banned from the gates his soul would fall forever
Into the melting ***
A sinner God forgot
No children, no wife
She consumed every part life
For u see she was neither a women angel nor devil
Or a suddtress as he said
she was herion
power in bag
Which that storm was said to blew out
It Took him away, it his future
His Legacy and life died that minute
He finally let mr quid go too
In truth
If u saw one u saw the other
Quid was his brother
A second half of whole
For what he realised that moment
Was his other half he searched years,
Was the face looking back In waters refleftion
The peace they searched for
Was within himself he had been at war years now
Finally realising women blame for his pain
The sabotage his thought imagine and brain
So me made another character
To deal with the pain
to look in his own eyes
Look past the pain
Look past the lies
Quid was born  
Locking josh in back of his mind
Forced to face life
Forced to simile
Forced to Wait
just a while
Daily It starts all over
But there nothings left
To be taken or broken
Hes stronger now
Romeo and Juilet Was cute
next it will be mess
****** in mind
trying to stay
Blessed pshhhh
This is just my story
****** that won't lay Down
A just a ****** who refuses to frown
A just a ****** coming for everything even what u have chained down
I'd say lock away your women but this clown?
Already tho em and this town
These words hold no value
Just **** talking
Words walking
Mind's boring
Paper scoring
****** snoring
Sobriety exciting
Or so the words were at enthralling more than the pain of insomnia in recovery let me stop before I stutter mutter and rhyme with butter
Quid out
Drugs women devil angels money art my mind a storm and God and a dog it's all there should be a book or movie
Jtlbl Jul 2020
His pain is deep, he stroles through hell
Valley of the shadow of death?
Is nothing If u knew his anguish.
He suffers well
A good day that's where he go's to catch breath
There his deomos truly get rest
eyes closed
His minds eyes spoke
Lies it told him he died
he lost all hope
To face his own story though his own eyes
Feeling the pain he caused and all his lies
Choosing death sounds best said in jest
If that good guy had to die???
just know it wasn't you are you high?
Trying to stay positive and keep it light
Clearly loosing the fight
was he a hero, hell No
Not a hope in hell hed see heaven.
Villan disguised,
lies in his eyes
A Romeo, maybe tho?
cassonvoa? sky blue eyes it's over.
Juilets life spiral down the drain
He died 1st
So she would have time to recover
Find find a new lover
He he was rotten the worst
His death was not litural but that of spirit and soul
But years of many that ripped him in two no longer whole
Not even the souls essance
Spending time with him people felt no life no pressamce
His smile lost to time and memory
his laugh blew silent in the breeze
He was left an enemy
People abused him like giant flees
Blood suckers draining his last energy.
Before he left it's was said he became a dog
Parasites he got used to these
In pursuit of happiness he was about to meet his God.
Whatever he thought that was
One last breath he took her hand
His temptress had won
His demise she planned
She had his number on day one
Grinning as the sand spilled through his glass
His time was up he wasn't made to last
The sadow of a man fading away
not even lady luck  could saved him that day
Pq
He's had one last smile to put on his face
His arm in the air and ******* up
His last words were
"I never gave a ****"
A storm blew in and took him away
No remember 's his name such a shame
Trash The world couldn't wait to get rid
A myth once said his name was joahua or josh
Actually a good passionate and funny
Guy
personally if u ask me?
I'd say that myth was a lie
He was cold and couldn't care less
no love in his eyes,just glazed over
His love was a fallen angel
corrupt and rotten
Her pressance stole his life
As this story fortold
Second for second
She would never allow him to grow old
what he did for her, locked him out of heaven.
banned from the gates his soul would fall forever
Into the melting ***
A sinner God forgot
No children, no wife
She consumed every part life
For u see she was neither a women angel nor devil
Or a suddtress as he said
she was herion
power in bag
Which that storm was said to blew out
It Took him away, it his future
His Legacy and life died that minute
He finally let mr quid go too
In truth
If u saw one u saw the other
Quid was his brother
A second half of whole
For what he realised that moment
Was his other half he searched years,
Was the face looking back In waters refleftion
The peace they searched for
Was within himself he had been at war years now
Finally realising women blame for his pain
The sabotage his thought imagine and brain
So me made another character
To deal with the pain
to look in his own eyes
Look past the pain
Look past the lies
Quid was born  
Locking josh in back of his mind
Forced to face life
Forced to simile
Forced to Wait
just a while
Daily It starts all over
But there nothings left
To be taken or broken
Hes stronger now
Romeo and Juilet Was cute
next it will be mess
****** in mind
trying to stay
Blessed pshhhh
This is just my story
****** that won't lay Down
A just a ****** who refuses to frown
A just a ****** coming for everything even what u have chained down
I'd say lock away your women but this clown?
Already tho em and this town
These words hold no value
Just **** talking
Words walking
Mind's boring
Paper scoring
****** snoring
Sobriety exciting
Or so the words were at enthralling more than the pain of insomnia in recovery let me stop before I stutter mutter and rhyme with butter
Quid out
Drugs women devil angels money art my mind a storm and God and a dog it's all there should be a book or movie
Carolyn Diana May 2021
Into my cup of thoughts
you run over  

Mind's a clock
ticking your absence

You were a passer-by
I stumbled upon

The journey's long, I thought
perhaps we'd drift along same path

In the blink of an eye
you diminished into flickering light
And thus
far from my sight

While it reeks out
your bygone essance  
an urge to recapture seeps in

I recalled the flaw
same ignorance of several past

Once a mistake
Twice a pattern
Anything beyond is a choice

A trail that leads nowhere
A will to inflict is the destination's call

Though I longed your presence
numb grew tall eroding your imprints

And so 'I miss you' burnt to
Not this time
not anymore.

— The End —