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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Torrid calefaction of the sudor taste Slips between ourn locked fingers Gliding as astronauts to the farway distant promise land. Panting one another's breathe, as thy chest rubs mine own in splendor waterfall shock!!! Ourn legs art as rocks, heated from underneath, ourn lips glaze in defeat as ourn tongues wander eachothers garden. A feline hiss and a hound scowling kissing all the way down wherein mine jargon is hushed by thy wetness covering mine face... As I don't cease, but feel thy hands squeeze mine premier dome, as thy nails rip into mine back... I'm blindfolded, tied from behind. Teased. As thou I please..... Between the sinew of ourn mind.... As ourn angelic language canst be heard across the village!!!!
Ella Nov 2017
I'm here standing at the edge of the cliff
Ready to jump and give in
I feel my hair flow in the wind
I'm no longer restless and I'm ready to end everything

I suddenly feel something inside me break
My heart was already broken so what is this feeling now?
I feel a pull from behind
It's taking me back
Farway from the end

To start new and fresh
I have been pulled away from the cliff but why?

A force that could stop me from giving up which I can't name
I didn't know a force like that could exist

A hope and a smile so great that could make me rethink everything
To make me think that I could still stay
Kimi Oct 2017
Mud
What the heart wants got me in parts, it haunts me
Tellin me its okay to love but then like no, don’t let it be, flee
Thought it all fit like a glove, but guess it was the wrong hand
Nothing went as the plan, now I’m still in a defensive stand

Ready to fight at any time because theres no more trust
Getting ready to make anyone at all times bite the dust
Don’t trust you nor even my own self because I’ve been too long trapped inside myself
Maybe I should just leave the heart stored in a farway shelf

Cause it seems so easy to love but I never feel like I belong
Wish I was wrong but in the long run I might just resort to the ****
To feel like I’m here and loved because no matter what I feel like I’m void
Emotionless but emotional maybe I just need a date with Freud

Because I’ll love you and then I’ll just want to destroy you
You never hurt me but I’ve hurt myself I planned my own coup
But I dreamed you were holding the knife. There standing in the pool of my blood
And that is enough for me to drag you through the mud

I like that rush, let me rush right into ***
I like this song come on slip on the durex
But then two years from now you’ll talk about kids and marriage
You got no idea what I got in storage cause I’m basically practically made of baggage

A week from that talk I’m gonna be gone and we’re done
Because its not you. Its me, I’m ******
Cause I’ll grow bored and tired and you wont even expect it
Cause I got the wit and I’m quick to call everything quit.
Donall Dempsey Jul 2017
LEARNING THE LINGO

sets a snare
for words
traps their meaning

the words try to
fly off into their world
she catches them on her tongue

she takes their sounds
prisoner
locks them behind her teeth

then she releases them again
their sense shackled
with understanding

her words...birds now
flying away into the farway
forests of the mind
Time is a Springsteen song
in that it may not have happened
at all to anyone but it almost
definitely happened to all
of us, if you squint around
the details, a little.
There was no front porch
in my youth with it's old
wood boards creaking
under foot as we danced
to the tinny sound of our
portable radio playing the
eras of blue collar rock music.
I don't have recollections of
suped up hotrods and
engine heavy motorcycles
tearing up the east coast
suburban streets as white
knuckled operators behind
the skid learned to forget her
or just finally felt something
come alive inside 'em again.
No dark red hair blowing
in the wind as her long skirt
sways like a flag to the movement
she keeps her hips in time to.
Somehow, though the details
are so different
I find I still miss it.
I remember tapping our
feet to the open car door
deep bass beat, sirens calling
like the song of our people
in the distance and the
hard to describe but always
present constant low hissing
pressure of warm city streets.
I remember swaying with
her in place, my hand on
her shoulder as she smiled
and laughed at my lack
of "Island rhythm" and I
know she wasn't named
Mary but it was still American
yesterday and I remember
it all in weather beaten sepia tone.
I remember riding our bikes
to get pizza together
a group of us, trying to
stay together, but not get
noticed by the cops,
and the weird anxious
feeling of forever and fleeting
that mixed together just
to trouble my thoughts.
We were going to be young
forever and we were never
ever going to die.
We'd be in love forever
and we'd always see eye to eye.
I don't know what became
of you, I hope you're well,
we've reached the age where
looking backs hurts me
more than I know how to tell.
A million years ago,
yesterday, that intangible
all at once way time works
if viewed extrademensionally,
like a helicopter taken
to see our old city from above,
it looks the same, but different.
It's all at once and it no longer
looms over you and makes you
feel small and also like you belong,
somewhere in all the mixed up
time stream nonsense we
went out of our way one
Thursday to get guava and cheese
empanadas from that hole
in the wall place you like(d)
run by that Korean guy and his
Mexican wife.
Your skirt never kicked up
to the far away sounds our
radio played, but somewhen
we shared that emanada
and even though it hurts
and even though I'm somewhere
farway from your view
it was my pleasure to have
been able once upon a time
to dance with you.

— The End —