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"gravitating" poems
Even in the darkest of the night, I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine.   We can barely see what's in front of us, But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other. I'll let you guide my body into the night. The darkness brings us together. The darkness holds no fear. The darkness conceals all flaws. As the sun begins to slowly creep against the horizon, He quietly leaves the sanctuary of her heart. As the seconds of the morning sun ticks by, He gradually becomes nothing but a dream of her imagination. The light grasps the truth. The light enhances the shame. The light shows the scars. I can still feel your warmth tingling against my skin. It's time to wake up.
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Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
The Darkness.
he's here and once again i fall slowly light as a feather gravitating to the river to be washed away by the peaceful flow
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
warm
The world is losing Gravity, But no one can escape, We're hurtling on our petrie dish In a gel that seals our fate; Gravitating Towards black holes; They're closer than you think. In China There's a wall of dust, Seen clear from outer space; Our living waters die In a legacy of disgrace. We're citizens Wearing masks; We should hide our faces, But we're running daily tasks. We're fossils burning Fossil fuels Found in cremation gas. The amphibians Are on the fringe; Whales can't sound, They run aground. It's an environmental slaughter. Our world has lost Some gravity. We need to plant our feet, But  charnel fires And greenhouse gas Have hastened our retreat. Migrating birds lose sense of time, Confused by the lights. The morning dove coos at night, The nightingale at dawn; We're like New turtles muddling, Under lost starlight. We must grasp The gravity Of burning Burning  light.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Our World is Losing Gravity
"Hello, hallway, linoleum tile, I can't really see you but I hope you're there." Green spiders crawl through my smoked-up veins, their spindles weave their webs of red under eyelids gravitating towards sleep. Retinal film flashes; each blink is an unprocessed, scared/ __ , broken reel. "Put your hands," he says, "on mine. Breathe, look into my eyes." Shaking fingertips touch his; snowflakes gently collide with sunny ground. They were afraid to melt, even though they might want to. I wish it had been 33°.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
W33d and a Kind Boy
this planet holds together gravitating humans Through scalding chemicals Chemicals staining our breath (some ancient soliloquies never forgotten) Atoms dying And then living Inside of our mortally immortal bodies So be my rubidium (I am oxygen) And crave me and my words We will explode and simultaneously De-combust Shattering the world around us Releasing the angst of a lonesome soul and tantalizing revelations of hope the innate genius hidden in us in Rubidium and Oxygen
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Rubidium and Oxygen
The world is losing Gravity, But no one can escape, We're hurtling on our petrie dish In a gel that seals our fate; Gravitating Towards black holes; They're closer than you think. In China There's a wall of dust, Seen clear from outer space; Our living waters die In a legacy of disgrace. We're citizens Wearing masks; We should hide our faces, But we're running daily tasks. We're fossils burning Fossil fuels Found in cremation gas. The amphibians Are on the fringe; Whales can't sound, They run aground. It's an environmental slaughter. Our world has lost Some gravity. We need to plant our feet, But  charnel fires And greenhouse gas Have hastened our retreat. Migrating birds lose sense of time, Confused by the lights. The mourning dove coos at night, The nightingale at dawn; We're like New turtles muddling, Under lost starlight. We must grasp The gravity Of burning Burning  light.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Our World Is Losing Gravity
There is a bright light That which leads to a bike An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I found myself reaching for it Then there was thunder Which was followed by rain Heavy, threatning rain I retreated I felt defeated The surrender and defeat, however could not withstand My gravitation towards the bike Then, there was raging thunder And heavy, presistent protesting rain As I reached for the bike The rain became more enraged But it could not withstand My desire My strong desire To ride away With the wind blowing in my face I grabbed the bike The rain ceased And I rode and rode away Away from the dark clouds I splashed into the puddles as I peadled I felt the sting of the water on my legs There were many many puddles Im my path there was a hill A very steep hill And I saw a light at the top An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I peadled, peadled and peadled My feet began to ache My knees began to inflame And sweat found home across my forehead The bike laid almost still on the hill Barely moving an inch Yet my body felt like it had rode across the world The gears were changed Yet the distance was not My control of the bike was lost I rolled away, away and away Backwards I fell at the bottom of the hill with a thud A loud thud of defeat And bruises of failure I blamed the rain There was nothing I could've done The rain stood in my way Eliminated the friction   My ticket to the light I laid there Then I got up Rode the bike up the hill I fell again   And again I got up And again I fell And again I got up And again I fell Until the bright morning sun Transformed into a blazing sunset After many falls After many bruises I was again on the steep hill Peadling, peadling and peadling Until I saw the light
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
The Light
There is a bright light That which leads to a bike An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I found myself reaching for it Then there was thunder Which was followed by rain Heavy, threatning rain I retreated I felt defeated The surrender and defeat, however could not withstand My gravitation towards the bike Then, there was raging thunder And heavy, presistent protesting rain As I reached for the bike The rain became more enraged But it could not withstand My desire My strong desire To ride away With the wind blowing in my face I grabbed the bike The rain ceased And I rode and rode away Away from the dark clouds I splashed into the puddles as I peadled I felt the sting of the water on my legs There were many many puddles Im my path there was a hill A very steep hill And I saw a light at the top An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I peadled, peadled and peadled My feet began to ache My knees began to inflame And sweat found home across my forehead The bike laid almost still on the hill Barely moving an inch Yet my body felt like it had rode across the world The gears were changed Yet the distance was not My control of the bike was lost I rolled away, away and away Backwards I fell at the bottom of the hill with a thud A loud thud of defeat And bruises of failure I blamed the rain There was nothing I could've done The rain stood in my way Eliminated the friction   My ticket to the light I laid there Then I got up Rode the bike up the hill I fell again   And again I got up And again I fell And again I got up And again I fell Until the bright morning sun Transformed into a blazing sunset After many falls After many bruises I was again on the steep hill Peadling, peadling and peadling Until I saw the light
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Astonishing Bewildering Caring Dissing Educating Fulfilling Gravitating Healing Inspiring Joking Keeping Loving Motivating Naming Organising Praising Quizzing Restoring Smiling Trusting Uplifting Varying Willing Xoxo-ing Yelling Zesting
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Family/Friends
this morning as i groggily rolled onto my back and felt the weight of the blanket draped across my body i briefly thought you were lying atop me my face buried in your shoulder my lips gently pressing against your neck and then quickly gravitating downwards repeatedly kissing the spot where your neck and shoulder meet so as to make you shiver against me and smile brighter than the morning sun snuggling against me more so that i could wrap my arms and lift my legs around you both of us sleepy but bathed in the morning light and so i laid there for two minutes past my alarm lost in the everlasting euphoria that just the thought of you can bring wishing that maybe just maybe i was only dreaming that you weren't there
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
the morning after
We little light footed ants are free from  giant egos as we throw them off and live within our tiny bodies And we find that we have so much room, so much room. As we keep gravitating in a  love towards each other. We work within an almost sacrificial love for one another This love so strong that permeates our bodies it willingly carries many times its weight freely.  As we find a freedom in a devotion as we build a great life together. Sometimes we let go of understanding the world and humbly live close to what feels a boundless earth. As we realize with a beautiful simplicity that much of the world is above. And we understand however big you build your ego God and the big picture have an understanding so much greater. We see however elaborate your system however beautiful your tower it is the lubricating love which enables the whole thing work. We live with perfect honor with each other as we build our empire on stone which will never crumble. Many giant egos show us disregard as they think nothing of stamping on us. But being humble beings we simply slip between the many cracks of this world and remain completely unharmed.       We know it is the being without ego that finds himself so surrounded with so much space and finds so very easy to find his place. Empty of ego we are drawn together with so much love for one another we just cannot get enough of each other. As we build great structures almost invisible to us which can only really be seen by giant beings like Gods we feel our importance. And as we work for this higher picture we we cannot see we all merge together within an unquestionable trust that always serves the greater. Living on a tiny point we feel the worlds stresses collapsing infinity to a point. Bursting balloons all pressures released our souls sits back on energetic sofas. Sitting on this micro dot we dance and rest upon this junction spot. So as we fumble and tumble around within our daily routine choosing not to be tall but to be born small. Within a endless love threaded through million of busy connecting little legs we work closely together. And in a deep cooperation we feel a fusion as together we feel complete in one giant heartbeat.     There is so much to be admired in the beautiful busy working ant.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
WORKING ANTS
We little light footed ants are free from  giant egos as we throw them off and live within our tiny bodies And we find that we have so much room, so much room. As we keep gravitating in a  love towards each other. We work within an almost sacrificial love for one another This love so strong that permeates our bodies it willingly carries many times its weight freely.  As we find a freedom in a devotion as we build a great life together. Sometimes we let go of understanding the world and humbly live close to what feels a boundless earth. As we realize with a beautiful simplicity that much of the world is above. And we understand however big you build your ego God and the big picture have an understanding so much greater. We see however elaborate your system however beautiful your tower it is the lubricating love which enables the whole thing work. We live with perfect honor with each other as we build our empire on stone which will never crumble. Many giant egos show us disregard as they think nothing of stamping on us. But being humble beings we simply slip between the many cracks of this world and remain completely unharmed.       We know it is the being without ego that finds himself so surrounded with so much space and finds so very easy to find his place. Empty of ego we are drawn together with so much love for one another we just cannot get enough of each other. As we build great structures almost invisible to us which can only really be seen by giant beings like Gods we feel our importance. And as we work for this higher picture we we cannot see we all merge together within an unquestionable trust that always serves the greater. Living on a tiny point we feel the worlds stresses collapsing infinity to a point. Bursting balloons all pressures released our souls sits back on energetic sofas. Sitting on this micro dot we dance and rest upon this junction spot. So as we fumble and tumble around within our daily routine choosing not to be tall but to be born small. Within a endless love threaded through million of busy connecting little legs we work closely together. And in a deep cooperation we feel a fusion as together we feel complete in one giant heartbeat.     There is so much to be admired in the beautiful busy working ant.
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Never been so attracted to one being. Wildly attracted to traits of many, always fleeting. So many rolled into one man leaves me speechless, intrigued and fiending. He mirrors my lunacy, and my fiery independence, our duality. Water bearers pour streams adjoined from the heavens, unencumbered. After years of finding the streams gravitating into one, we ditch a gourd. Our fingers intertwined under the neck and the base of the remaining one. Our eyes mingle mysteriously each morning, and when they find stars they get to pouring.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Water Bearers
*we are not the nicholas sparks novel read wrapped in comfort of store-bought quilts on rainy days or an ed sheeran song in long-haul flights flying us into one another's longing embrace once in a blue moon how long will the movie screens and best-selling novels continue to romanticise a love like ours all of its torturous; troubling; tragic glory even with dreams of your laugh and the most short-lived imageries of your crescent eyes the sheets on your side of the bed remain perfectly uncreased i cannot stop my heavy lids and tired bones from gravitating into both Arcadia and Erebus: another sweet, wicked dream of you.*
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
calliope
You are welcome To stay In the thought And be there In the verses As long as You like Even if You leave I will seek clauses And scribe Remember You will still be With me All the time Being Alchemist I may have to build a bridge Leading towards you And have that patience For a karmic timing Gravitating towards us And, you will know why? At that moment What will you do? Will you be the same? The only answer You will be left To listen to your soul Welcome home Where you meant to be
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
WELCOME
Nah you were a corpse with a noose around your neck with just a blip of a heart beat on an EKG made of trees laying to rest. She's a scared little girl and the only way she knows how to survive is off the blood and life of other people. So I tease and tease the needle injecting, inspecting the vein liquid. Laying up in that bed for hours with your kidneys being your friends and your head ripping your chest from your intercostals tossing your throat out your teeth through the grate lain cross your open gape A chamber we both never wanted you lain. Gas chambering hospital of mucus and babies puking their dead guts out. Septic ulcer, septic shock, sepsemia. All the bacteria love you like your their mother inlaws. And finally you set us free from mine That caniving, ruthless wretch watched you in the bed. Floated above ours watching us both. Escaped we did and finally we won't go back. Anorexic we starve ourselves now of sharing carbon and gravitating space pits. The blankets still make dips where we lay but they aren't the same blanket, the threads aren't long enough to cross and make up the same fabric between 100 miles so that an immediate affect between the atoms can be felt between us. My babies still kicking though. That's safe.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Grandparents Rights.
Silky red lips sip on Intelligents, and intuition Blue watery eyes Perfectly disguise Intricately weaving words That are shaped, then escape Change the landscape Of relationships and connection Gravitating truth to unexplained urges Feelings all colliding, leading to one thing She is absolutely unique in herself Bring fourth an Absolute beauty As well as drawing a connection for me One again providing a bridge This time completely unaware Of the truth she has delivered She is no reflection Only 94% same genetic makeup But our likeness has never helped me see myself Not like it did today I saw her physically but more importantly Emotionally She helped me remember What I bring to the table Expression and a suave reading Of people and their meaning Helping them see pieces of them self My gift of self-awareness Gifted to me As I sought to see Its more than red lips Blue eyes That are a bit alike.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
Gifted
Anticipating discomfort as high heels climb stairs with light steps to avoid clicks. Attempt to dodge the cigarette brigade with quick nods and hellos. Finally on their floor with labored breathing. They are so loud- heard down the hall. Behind the door there are friends waiting for the next best topic. Greeting friends, drunk and drinking more. Open the door to loud friends, laughing over each others voices. The only thing worse than the clamor is the spilt stout that nobody noticed. But hugs and wise cracks are still in order. Holding hands with a cup of speaking serum, with eyes that already seek a clock. It's too early, we've only just got here. Obligation to talk. Spy the lascivious in peripherals- in the corners of the room. What languid lovers narcotics make. High stakes with low gains, leaves mouths with ****** tastes. Words exchanged in witty waste. Spy the conversations that selective hearing couldn't rid about you- about him, about them and the trouble we're in. Avoid eye-contact, but answer to "What's going on with you? New job?" with a smile and a nod and an "It's cool." Burning desire for an air without so many ****** breaths. Someone is hurling in the bathroom- and friends are singing desperation. Tap toes and fidget, avoid more conversation. Everyone is so involved, now. Gravitating around the life of the party. The foyer's empty. A platinum opportunity. Fake a bathroom break. Apartments don't have back-doors, and comings a regret. Slip past the lazy leg bridges. No one's looking yet. In between coffee tables and couches. No one's looking, yet. but some are rising for the night trips of cancer indulgence. Jet for the door and ever so silently close it when you're beyond for relief. The air is already colder- slip off the heels and run barefoot in to the rest of the night, safe and alone with yourself and your secrets. Ignore the question texts. Houdini? Disappearing acts. No, you're Candy. you don't let them in your heart. Ignore the question texts, don't explain yourself next time either.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Irish Goodbye
Anticipating discomfort as high heels climb stairs with light steps to avoid clicks. Attempt to dodge the cigarette brigade with quick nods and hellos. Finally on their floor with labored breathing. They are so loud- heard down the hall. Behind the door there are friends waiting for the next best topic. Greeting friends, drunk and drinking more. Open the door to loud friends, laughing over each others voices. The only thing worse than the clamor is the spilt stout that nobody noticed. But hugs and wise cracks are still in order. Holding hands with a cup of speaking serum, with eyes that already seek a clock. It's too early, we've only just got here. Obligation to talk. Spy the lascivious in peripherals- in the corners of the room. What languid lovers narcotics make. High stakes with low gains, leaves mouths with ****** tastes. Words exchanged in witty waste. Spy the conversations that selective hearing couldn't rid about you- about him, about them and the trouble we're in. Avoid eye-contact, but answer to "What's going on with you? New job?" with a smile and a nod and an "It's cool." Burning desire for an air without so many ****** breaths. Someone is hurling in the bathroom- and friends are singing desperation. Tap toes and fidget, avoid more conversation. Everyone is so involved, now. Gravitating around the life of the party. The foyer's empty. A platinum opportunity. Fake a bathroom break. Apartments don't have back-doors, and comings a regret. Slip past the lazy leg bridges. No one's looking yet. In between coffee tables and couches. No one's looking, yet. but some are rising for the night trips of cancer indulgence. Jet for the door and ever so silently close it when you're beyond for relief. The air is already colder- slip off the heels and run barefoot in to the rest of the night, safe and alone with yourself and your secrets. Ignore the question texts. Houdini? Disappearing acts. No, you're Candy. you don't let them in your heart. Ignore the question texts, don't explain yourself next time either.
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Leather bound book called "Soliloquy" With a red, beating center Embossed green leather stamped with leaves A novel without any beginning, no end, My pages turned over , worn at the edges But never actually really read A stranger with cool fingers Runs his hand down my spine Sending shivers Making my words inside me quiver He is light With dark rimmed eyes Taking me right Towards his location I'm gravitating But I'm not map And I've never been good at navigating I'm loosing him as he, He glances, But he puts me back His dark stature and old eyes now uninterested I'm panicking I'm becoming frantic You are fading Like my ink Stay! We have something in common! I feel my edges yearn for him Dog ear me to your heart's desire! I'll let you bleach me sunny! He's walking away, Please! Let you stay... And mend my paper He's gone And I settle back down On my wooden shelf I breathe in the disturbed dust Sit in the still air These chance occurrences Leave the possibility Of one day being really read The shelf life is the hell life
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
Shelf Life Is the Hell Life Pt. 1
There is change that is certain. The earth slowly shifting, The sky slowly shifting. Seven billion universes Rotating around each of us, Each one of us an axis. The recurring misalignment, Collisions, and revisions of Our orbiting bodies Shape the illusion of stability Hanging from our celestial ceiling. I did not expect to come home To an empty house, My family's effects removed Like the leftovers of an evicted tenant. I am a stranger here, In this room where I became a woman. This room that exalted and imprisoned me No longer offers solace. Litter, that upon closer inspection Reveals a mosaic of my childhood Is spinning. The pieces of my past Are spinning Out and away, Gravitating towards a larger body. The car I drove to a stranger's house To get ****** instead of going To dinner with my family Now belongs to another. The dresser that kept my underwear In the top drawer For twenty years Discarded and lain in the gutter. The walls which I painted The most neon shade of green In an act of adolescent rebellion Are now covered over In rental home white To attract the widest audience Of potential tenants. The floor is slipping out from beneath me, The ceiling lifting and floating away. New additions to my orbital debris. This place, Disassembled. Each part Far more significant than the whole. This house Will never again be a home. If I had stayed, Would the gravity of my presence Have been enough to keep it together? Were any of these parts Part of my universe in the first place?
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
Disassembled (Upon returning to my father's house before deployment)
There is change that is certain. The earth slowly shifting, The sky slowly shifting. Seven billion universes Rotating around each of us, Each one of us an axis. The recurring misalignment, Collisions, and revisions of Our orbiting bodies Shape the illusion of stability Hanging from our celestial ceiling. I did not expect to come home To an empty house, My family's effects removed Like the leftovers of an evicted tenant. I am a stranger here, In this room where I became a woman. This room that exalted and imprisoned me No longer offers solace. Litter, that upon closer inspection Reveals a mosaic of my childhood Is spinning. The pieces of my past Are spinning Out and away, Gravitating towards a larger body. The car I drove to a stranger's house To get ****** instead of going To dinner with my family Now belongs to another. The dresser that kept my underwear In the top drawer For twenty years Discarded and lain in the gutter. The walls which I painted The most neon shade of green In an act of adolescent rebellion Are now covered over In rental home white To attract the widest audience Of potential tenants. The floor is slipping out from beneath me, The ceiling lifting and floating away. New additions to my orbital debris. This place, Disassembled. Each part Far more significant than the whole. This house Will never again be a home. If I had stayed, Would the gravity of my presence Have been enough to keep it together? Were any of these parts Part of my universe in the first place?
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*and i too thought the english banknotes were big, but by god... have you seen imperial russian's banknotes?! you could wipe you entire **** with one.* no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote, or a kopek dating pre 20th century that Dostoevsky might have used to gamble, no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote with tsar Nicholas the 2nd's face on it; you can rob me all you want, i think the banknote to be cursed... a cursed luck of lost reason and logic... but when i look at that all familiar face and stare into the ageing face of elizabeth the 2nd... i see papered ****** gravitating to forfeit a chance of excelling in Olympics... Olympics indeed, of muscles turned into oyster mush... about to be exercised in breathing exercises of forgotten oxygen toxins... no... i don't own imperial russia's banknote with Tsar Nicholas 2nd's face on it; i did tell you my maternal great-grandfather spoke 7 languages, didn't i? only bothersome and subsequently fake nobleness stresses its point... the true aristocrats suffer with enforced ailments that only breed an exaggerated libido, to quote myself... *i'd **** anything that moves within the framework of the trinity of mouth **** and **** my ******** are always goosebumps frolicking to a tingle and i just want to relax with an unloading of the content,* i didn't read marquis de sade for no reason, other than the quoted bibliography of the marquis himself, having read books using only one arm, with the other... "making bookmarks", ha.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
imperial russia's banknote
*and i too thought the english banknotes were big, but by god... have you seen imperial russian's banknotes?! you could wipe you entire **** with one.* no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote, or a kopek dating pre 20th century that Dostoevsky might have used to gamble, no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote with tsar Nicholas the 2nd's face on it; you can rob me all you want, i think the banknote to be cursed... a cursed luck of lost reason and logic... but when i look at that all familiar face and stare into the ageing face of elizabeth the 2nd... i see papered ****** gravitating to forfeit a chance of excelling in Olympics... Olympics indeed, of muscles turned into oyster mush... about to be exercised in breathing exercises of forgotten oxygen toxins... no... i don't own imperial russia's banknote with Tsar Nicholas 2nd's face on it; i did tell you my maternal great-grandfather spoke 7 languages, didn't i? only bothersome and subsequently fake nobleness stresses its point... the true aristocrats suffer with enforced ailments that only breed an exaggerated libido, to quote myself... *i'd **** anything that moves within the framework of the trinity of mouth **** and **** my ******** are always goosebumps frolicking to a tingle and i just want to relax with an unloading of the content,* i didn't read marquis de sade for no reason, other than the quoted bibliography of the marquis himself, having read books using only one arm, with the other... "making bookmarks", ha.
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The new girl usually kept to herself, chose to be alone, A few would approach her but wouldn't get too far. She did all she could to stay low key and unknown, At least that's how it normally was from the start. Dressed in her favorite attire of velvet, leather, burgandy and long black boots. Secluding herself in her throne of never ending isolation at the corner of the room. She only had one goal in mind, one indecisive boy she was after, So certain that he was the answer... Longing and hoping for the hesitant boy with unclear intentions, to realize he didn't need to fear the love she had for him, without question. She stayed stuck, glued to her phone Day after day, As if her life solely depended on any interaction made. Every moment she would replay. He was fuel filling her heart with more than what she couldn't have ever began to imagine was real to ever possibly feel. Even when what he gave her was nothing more than a few rare simple nothings. She would do just about anything if it meant he would stay. Even if it meant not telling him how she felt In order to remain as close to him as possible in fear of being pushed away... She loved staying in her own world, But she couldn't stay in that world forever. She inevitably had to return right back into reality and face what her situation was in front of her. Afraid of her new surroundings she'd never interact, Many people come and go as they always do, Wondering when she could somehow ever adapt, She realized she may have spoken too soon... A girl with a gentle yet sad aura about her, along with a sad pair of lifeless deadened eyes... Only revealing that both were longing for something similar. Just like the girl she found herself gravitating towards this time...
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
New Girl Meets Girl Part 1
The new girl usually kept to herself, chose to be alone, A few would approach her but wouldn't get too far. She did all she could to stay low key and unknown, At least that's how it normally was from the start. Dressed in her favorite attire of velvet, leather, burgandy and long black boots. Secluding herself in her throne of never ending isolation at the corner of the room. She only had one goal in mind, one indecisive boy she was after, So certain that he was the answer... Longing and hoping for the hesitant boy with unclear intentions, to realize he didn't need to fear the love she had for him, without question. She stayed stuck, glued to her phone Day after day, As if her life solely depended on any interaction made. Every moment she would replay. He was fuel filling her heart with more than what she couldn't have ever began to imagine was real to ever possibly feel. Even when what he gave her was nothing more than a few rare simple nothings. She would do just about anything if it meant he would stay. Even if it meant not telling him how she felt In order to remain as close to him as possible in fear of being pushed away... She loved staying in her own world, But she couldn't stay in that world forever. She inevitably had to return right back into reality and face what her situation was in front of her. Afraid of her new surroundings she'd never interact, Many people come and go as they always do, Wondering when she could somehow ever adapt, She realized she may have spoken too soon... A girl with a gentle yet sad aura about her, along with a sad pair of lifeless deadened eyes... Only revealing that both were longing for something similar. Just like the girl she found herself gravitating towards this time...
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Through the paralyses desert We walk. Dodging kings and cobras Rattling snakes and all the foul beasts, That thrive in this hellish waste. Ecstasy from the mannerisms of less worthy beings. Who are they to decide what an individual’s Strengths and weakness are! Mind ones tongue when speaking to, Satan’s hood. Chilling grasps of a hot dark angel’s face Hold me to earth at even the highest Of gravitating peaks. Eroded rocks once mountains, now pave our Unseen roads lost in decaying, Concrete and steal jungles made by the men They **** Unworthy are any of us To describe ourselves for never knowing Who were, only what we could have been.
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 11:49 AM UTC
blissful fallout
I've been plucked from the most beautiful flower people would do anything to smell, to see, to touch the softness It hailed ground frozen; ice bullets gravitating towards my heart frost bites my skin The soil no more suitable for such a beautiful delicate flower, broken at the stem, rigid and slanted soon to decay, back into the dirt forever ingrained within land when the flood comes and washes all the soil amidst struggling, barley gasping for air the water chokes me, I squint to reveal a fish in the distance swimming ever so smoothly, scales shiny and brilliant imbricated as armor to a knight strong and natural
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
re·al·ism
November 6 this day Brought me a feeling inside Of deep depression seeping in How I witnessed too much How she cried over the ring Of her parents broken marriage Tears forming in her eyes tilting her head up so they wouldnt fall To reveal the pain she felt But it radiated towards me And how saftey pins and beads Ment so much to her An unknown meaning But I felt her emotions gravitating Towards me How the boy With rebellion tattooed in his mind Had a quiet face That showed how angry he was inside But his smile was something Rare and special that I had barley seen how the girls Could claim To be my friends But swiftly leave And isolate me Without a care loneliness was something That occured each day more often The the day before How I have to see you The being I once deeply cared about That I gave my all for With someone else How that boy Stared at that girl In a way I envied No, not with lust But with a love Searching for every Perfect thing in her Observing All day is a habit Which I hate I discover Things That I should Not know
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
observatory
I don’t think you notice I don’t think you care If you only just looked at me For more than two seconds maybe You’d have seen, we are floating in space and I’m gravitating towards you. I love you to the world’s extent, but we are merely a few seas away as we drift towards each other there are waves pushing me further. Every single one of my thoughts of you is true I can never stop thinking about you, From the morning you wake till the evenings you sleep. To the dreams, you live. It is an endless stream of thought. I am yours, I have always been yours You are simply the earth that my heart orbits, And each time your heartaches My heart beats in agony, for I am not able to give you what you want. Like a flame set alight I burn for you, Every fiber of skin, and blood Burns because I can not bear The agony of not loving you The way that you deserved to be loved. I don't know how to be the man that you deserve. You deserve the best and I am simply not.
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC
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