"intensify" poems
The dark corridor did nothing
But intensify her gaze
I could tell my eyes were so transparent,
She could see through me
With her glass eyes
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
I do not identify myself as a black american
I do not identify myself as an activist
I do not identify myself
As anything other than what I am
Do not arbitrate my existence
It will only magnify your bigotry
Do not lecture me
It will not ratify your ministry
Do not objectify my identity
Do not marginalize my sincerity
I know your criticism
It will not dwindle me
I am defiantly deaf to it
It will not compute
Trust me
It will only intensify
What I occupy
Do not subject me to anomaly
Do not try and direct me
I will not comply
Do not concern yourself
with my essentiality
I am not lost
Do not concern yourself
With what defines me
Just ask
If I am willing and able.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
*~
**Him
sits in an arm chair
slouched and relaxed,
watching her
with a glass of whiskey
in his hand**
~
Her
lays on the bed
naked, long legs spread
watching him
watching her.
~
**Him
asks her to do
what he had
been dreaming of
even before seeing her naked.
Beautiful scenery**
~
Her
strokes light and feathery, at first
delicate fingers tracing
up and down
while the other hand
on her breast
tipping her nip
~
**Him
mesmerized by the show
he takes a sip of whiskey
the burn does not compare to
the burn growing in his pants**
~
Her
dips a finger inside,
spreading the glistening liquid
found across her inner lips
increasing the pressure
and moving from side to side
~
**Him
doesn’t know where to look
as she concentrates
on her ******
pulling at the tip
she gnaws her bottom lip
he settles on her eyes**
~
Her
picks up speed,
the circles of her fingers
smaller and smaller,
focusing on her pearl
shallow breaths growing rapid
as she nears her peak
~
**Him
slips out of his shirt
he starts to sweat
unbuckling his pants
to release
the growing pressure**
~
Her
tilts her hips
finding the optimal position
to intensify her pleasure
~
**Him
holds his breath
to hear the
gasping of her breath**
~
Her
eyes on him, longingly,
back arches,
head falls back
and lips part
“Oh God”
in heavy breath
~
**Him
“Amazing”
whispers unsure he said it aloud**
~*
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
*Flute
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
Saxophone*
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
There's always that one guy,
That no matter what, you can never let go of him.
At nights, you're dreaming of the "impossible" day,
When all he sees is you.
And you can't help but fall for him,
Everytime you greet him.
You were always by his side.
Yet sadly, he saw you as just a friend.
One day you see him talking to her,
And you just shrug it off.
But then you notice the feelings between the two,
Intensify by the day.
And all you are,
Is an unloved stray.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
If I have a daughter
I will name her Katrina
Remind her she is beautiful
Brought forth from the passion of the sea
She is a mix of warm Atlantic winds
strong enough to devastate a nation in
just a puff of her breath
wild enough to tracer the ocean
stretch out her wings and fly
watchful enough to remember
that spinning is dangerous
but curious enough
to want to go find land
In Winter, she hibernates
waiting for warmer weather
to envelop her soul
and bring life to her feet
In Spring, she stretches out her arms
and yawns, smiling
as the sun’s rays caress her face
In Summer, she giggles and
asks to travel,
whip across the ocean
sprint across the earth
She has no idea that exploring
Surging through the sea
will bring destruction
but when I tell her
she only laughs and says
Mom, you are the eye of my storm
and I will keep you safe
So, in Autumn, I will buy her
a ticket to anywhere
and as she spins out
of my home
I brace myself
for her eye to shrink
and her storm to intensify
because I know what is coming
While she loses herself
in the ecstasy of life
I shield myself as the eye wall,
the freest of her passions,
crashes down on me
with the force of 400 tornadoes
But I smile
because I know it will
be over soon
because winter is coming
and the rains
will cease to fall
and she will settle down
into her new life
and her new home
and one day
I will get a call
“Mom, our daughter’s name is Sandy,”
And I will smile
and watch from afar
as history repeats itself
and once again
I will brace myself for
the most beautiful of hurricanes
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
I want to feel your lips on mine
a tingle, a breath
a kiss of death
a stolen whisper lost in time
a spark, a heartbeat
a rush of heat
with tiny stars behind your eyes
an evening full of countless sighs,
dainty dimples and forgotten smiles
I feel the passion intensify
as you wrap your arms, around mine
we spiral into neverland
a rabbit hole, hand in hand
until the stars succumb the night
a faded memory, a dying light
you are my dreaded silver knight,
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
Your bedroom is always so dark, an empty void.
I could really use this line as a metaphor to describe my heart, but I won't.
I'm not fond of metaphors to tell you the truth, and you never understand them anyway.
Your bedroom is always so dark, but not quite pitch black.
There's an artificial cerulean glow coming from your clock's display, which is a tad large for my taste.
And to be honest, it irritates me some, I like the red alarms quite more.
Your bedroom has a very plain bed, where we like to snuggle.
I curl up with you to intensify my persuasions - it's no secret - and I'm okay with it for now.
I'm usually the spoon and you're the noodle, but we both agree that the pretzel is that much more amazing.
Your bedroom has a very plain bed, on which we amaze each other.
The single blanket we lay under, sometimes over, is covered in me, because of you.
I always laugh a little, and think that you sleep with me every night, even when I'm not in your room.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
The voices inside my head are taking over.
These u-u-uncontrollable quirks I have.
My eyes twitch as many times as a heart beats after doing a triathlon.
In my head of runs a marathon of thoughts that don't belong,
things I can't do because they're wrong.
Within my blood stream flows 1.26 grams of dopamine given to me by doctors who don't know how to fix my situation,
only mix prescriptions to intensify vexation. Pharmacists eyeball me fearingly because I appear to be nothing but someone with chemicals wandering around into the little bit of a brain I have left.
Serotonin to regulate my mood, appetite, and sleep but I still only wish for all of this to be nothing but a dream.
All of this making my intestines mutilate, slowly dying inside as if I had Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Otherwise known as I.B.S. but I know for a fact that this is all just a bunch of B.S.
My enterochromaffin cells may just burst, I am often told.
If only I could tell what was real from what was fake.
For I also have A.D.H. - whoa! What's that?!
Sorry, where was I?
Oh. Tourettes Syndrome.
I guess I just twitch it off.
Maybe these are all figures of my imagination from the hallucinogens.
Who knows?
After all, I am a schizophrenic.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Come, my darling, let us dance
To the moon that beckons us
To dissolve our love in trance
Heedless of the hideous
Heat & hate of Sirius-
Shun his baneful brilliance!
Let us dance beneath the palm
Moving in the moonlight, frond
Wooing frond above the calm
Of the ocean diamond
Sparkling to the sky beyond
The enchantment of our psalm.
Let us dance, my mirror of
Perfect passion won to peace,
Let us dance, my treasure trove,
On the marble terraces
Carved in pallid embroeideries
For the vestal veil of Love.
Heaven awakes to encompass us,
Hell awakes its jubilance
In our hearts mysterious
Marriage of the azure expanse,
With the scarlet brilliance
Of the Moon with Sirius.
Velvet swatches our lissome limbs
Languid lapped by sky & sea
Soul through sense & spirit swims
Through the pregnant porphyry
Dome of lapiz-lazuli:-
Heart of silence, hush our hymns.
Come my darling; let us dance
Through the golden galaxies
Rhythmic swell of circumstance
Beaming passion’s argosies:
Ecstacy entwined with ease,
Terrene joy transcending trance!
Thou my scarlet concubine
Draining heart’s blood to the lees
To empurple those divine
Lips with living luxuries
Life importunate to appease
Drought insatiable of wine!
Tunis in the tremendous trance
Rests from day’s incestuous
Traffic with the radiance
Of her sire-& over us
Gleams the intoxicating glance
Of the Moon & Sirius.
Take the ardour of my impearled
Essence that my shoulders seek
To intensify the curled
Candour of the eyes oblique,
Eyes that see the seraphic sleek
Lust bewitch the wanton world.
Come, my love, my dove, & pour
From thy cup the serpent wine
Brimmed & breathless -secret store
Of my crimson concubine
Surfeit spirit in the shrine-
Devil -Goddess ****** *****
Afric sands ensorcel us,
Afric seas & skies entrance
Velvet, lewd & luminous
Night surveys our soul askance!
Come my love, & let us dance
To the Moon and Sirius!
2.9k
Eyes meeting eyes
as anticipation peaks
hearts pounding fast
even skipping beats.
A slow moving burn
blissful fire on the rise
gentleness in the moment
emotions intensify.
Fingertips trace
passion flows free
souls lock together
sparks you see.
Melding into one another
as lips meet
time and space stills
repeat… repeat…repeat…
A magical moment
deliciously divine
that first kiss
dripping of honeyed
sweet wine.
~
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
ღ♥´¯'°¤ღ ღ¤°´¯'♥ღ
***My last first kiss
shall be
remembered
taken in with every touch
into my very last nerve
every fiber of my being
make me whole my
soul find heaven
my life have meaning.***
*My last first Kiss
shall be
instilled
in my heart forever
eyes meeting eyes
as anticipation peaks
hearts pounding fast
even skipping beats.
I will take it all in
blissful love on the rise
gentleness in the moment
as emotions intensify.*
***That last first kiss
I shall savor taste
I shall be united for once
when I taste her lips
meant for only
me to find
from the beginning.***
*That last first kiss
will be
heaven on earth
as our
passion flows free
and our souls
lock together
just him and me.
Melding into one another
as our lips meet
time and space
will still….
repeat… repeat…repeat…*
***Just her
And
Paradise***
*A magical moment
with him
so beautifully divine
our last first kiss
will drip
forever
of honeyed
sweet wine.*
ღ♥´¯'°¤ღ ღ¤°´¯'♥ღ
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
the taste of insanity
the thought of lust
the touch of the cold wind blowing a crossed wet skin
bite the lip
the sight of it, makes you weak to your knee's
the ****** desire
this beauty from within
exposed by the violet moonlight
these thoughts intensify
hearing the words " I love you" being whispered
feeling the satisfaction puts a smirk on her face
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
I wish you enough sun,
to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough love,
to keep your spirit alive.
I wish enough rain,
to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough strength,
to open every door.
I wish you enough loss,
to show what you posses.
I wish you enough happiness-
so much you impress.
I wish you enough pain,
to intensify every joy.
I wish you enough Hellos,
for the final Goodbye.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
My pain irks me,
Sends me flying into my bed.
Under the cover of darkness.
As I cry myself awake,
Unable to sleep.
I ask myself..
Why?
Why am I such a ***** up?
Why do I make mistakes,
Knowing my parents will be angry?
My tears intensify,
My claws take my skin,
Leaving ****** marks...
I scream in my head,
Rocking to the beat of my music,
That sings in my ear bud.
Evanescence,
Rascal Flatts.
Plumb.
Crossfade.
I cannot find peace..
All I feel is that pain.
That has ****** me over for,
Five years.
I'm only a teenager,
I only can take so much.
Until Its over.
I've already tried once...
What makes you think I'll try again?
Dad,
What makes you so ******
Taking it out on me,
Because I don't listen?
Why can't you and my step mom,
Just realize..
That I'm only Seventeen..
And so it says,
My title will always stay.
Lone wolf forever..
I cant be perfect,
It's just not my style.
My life is so different,
I cry even harder.
Mistakes,
Promises broken.
Two faced liars..
God,
Why aren't you here?
I need you..
And I need you now..
As my pain intensifies,
All I see is the cascading shadows.
Watching my every move...
My music doesn't help anymore..
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
When the seed of enmity is sown…
Shocked mind dawdles
Anger takes its seat
Startled brain malfunctions
Germ of jealousy sets in
Pained heart cries
Hatred straps relations
Interest fades away
Vengeance creeps in
Zeal dies away
Cunningness takes its position
Curiosity passes off
Disillusionment walks in
Passion loses identity
Rivalry spoils relation
Keenness to knowledge dwindles
Harsh words have no wisdom
Actions become meaningless
Despair leads to madness…
When the seed of love is scattered …
Words gain wisdom
Compassion binds the relation
Spirit of pride looks up
Actions have aim
Friendship and brotherhood grows
Zeal and passion intensify
Progeny adds value to life
Parentage gets importance.
Everything around looks colorful
Life becomes meaningful…
So its for you and me to decide
Which seed to be chosen ….
Seed of enmity or love
To make life worthy to live …
**************************
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
Kids trained as suicide assassins
Being lead into a gas chamber
Intensify the breathing
Intensify the bleeding
Sounds of poison floating through the air
Flesh decaying from corpses
As they feast upon the stars
Children playing in the playgrounds
Swimming in pools of their own blood
Unknown slaves to the sun
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 6:18 AM UTC
Evening
Anticipating a storm
Gentle waves start to lick the shore
White fluffy sands gradually moisten
Harden from pressure
Of liquid and stored summer’s heat
Darker
Waves intensify
Ripping, tearing the shore
Moving sands with the flood
Flooding all
In liquid and violent summer’s heat
Rising
Lifted by waves
The shore is the sea is the shore
Water has taken control
Beaten the shore
With liquid, climactic heat
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
Corrupt the innocence
Poison the sanitized
Intensify the danger
Dischevel the brain
Starve the greed
Feed the curiousity
**** the clock
Ignore the hours
Bury the body
Cover it with flowers
Forget never the philosophy
Of the need for power
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Will you stand with me at the water's edge?
As my beats quicken and intensify
Likened to the pounding of war drums
Fuelling the skirmishes within
As my lungs remain obstinate and insatiable
Voraciously consuming every breath till they overlap...
As if the abundant air wasn't enough
As my mind races out in a million different directions
Crestfallen thoughts layered upon angry ideals
Violated principles versus tattered resolutions
Will you stand with me at the water's edge?
And watch me as I choose between
extinguishing the raging fire
that burns in my heart and mind
Or drown.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
I love to make him groan
His soft sighs, his moan
As my fingers trace the line down his chest
Temporarily stoping just short, I let my hand rest
As we passionately kiss, lips locked in a long embrace
I kiss down his chin and follow the trail my fingers have traced
Then every so gently I go down
Making his eyes roll around
It slowly intensify till his moans become liquid
He caresses my head up and says "girl your gifted"
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
I always wanted to compose symphonies,
But my hands and my head could never agree.
I got the blue curse, because I always feel beats,
But my fingers freeze up when I get to melo-DIEs.
Recede. I want to live the nihilist's dream,
Smoke packs a day to intensify screams.
Maybe if I stare into the middle distance,
After hours I would build up a tolerance to listen.
IN THIS town, there are only 2 kinds of people
Girls who pierce their NOSES and THOSE IN the steeple
Walking down So. Auburn in bare feet and short shorts
Catching the gleam from the street (of course),
With their dreadlocks all up in auburn buns
And their eyes shooting diamonds in the autumn sun.
Bullet-belt vests draped lazily over their shoulders,
With double-zero earrings and squirt-gun holsters.
And the police-dogs and the SWAT cars are all powered by indulgence,
The doctors are up to their elbows in cadavers by self-expulsion
The men are splitting at the seams from over-eating obsessive compulsion
And the shameful deception of upward inflection to change my direction and wind
UP and the inanimate DUCKling with a large crank between its shoulders
In the shape of a black key to the black energy that makes the cold rooms colder
Is a disguise to the spoken word hurricanes brewing inside me.
Set me to zero then make me the hero so physicists can derive me.
If the sum of all forces is equal to mass times acceleration,
Maybe the sum of world problems is equal to vanity times irritation.
Jeans cutting up my legs, purpling due to lack of circulation
Are developing holes, as well as the soles of my shoes, I'm growing impatient.
The production slows to a halt, pouring salt into lacerations,
And as boys grow into drunk daddies, women resort to migration.
This country isn't democracy, just a ghastly and pale imitation,
These people don't have representatives, only half-assed representations.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
I sit on the rooftop of my home
above the city traffic breezing through
the stark streets, their shadowed tires
playing various musical notes upon the
glorious surface, swirling smoke from engines
twisting and twirling in the rising air, the deep
shifting sun wearing it’s majestic crown, gazing
at the beautiful scenery glittering in its eyesight,
my bright brown eyes staring at a mountain
of lyrical content, a stunning sheet filled with
blazing melodies, a magnificent instrument strumming
its skills upon a drumming landscape, an amazing vocal
pattern hip-hopping into a dominion of amplifying layers,
each time changing into a collection of crystal clears,
resurrecting a roaring sea of swagging infinities flying
into future constellations, while suntanned trees swing
a swift beat, rocking in outer worlds far from earth,
marching leaves sinking in magical passion and dancing
dreams, breathing in the eternal existence of tranquility,
letting it seep inside their frames and intensify their minds,
letting its philosophy of uncharted depths exhale a wave
of genius creations, a glowing gem existing beyond Venus and Mars, further distant than any galaxies known to mankind. As I sit on this creative platform of timeless brilliance, I can feel the echoing breeze whispering in my ears, its smooth monotone sounds stinging my soul,every essence of my being, igniting a fire spinning kingdom of raw and gritty poetry inside my heart.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Love is defined as a feeling of warm personal attachment or affection.
Personally, that definition pales in comparison to how I feel when I look into those capturing circles of chocolate.
How I feel when I look at that beautiful smile that sets my heart, mind, and body ablaze.
No, because I feel...
I feel a range of emotions from this interpersonal connection to this deep entanglement.
These feelings race through my heart, out both ventricles, through my arteries to deposit this tingling sensation
throughout my body like a thousand fiery red ants scrambling up and down my interior.
Is that how love feels?
Is that simply just a feeling of personal attachment?
Emotions flood my body and even deep beneath my rib cage, past those guarded brick walls..
These emotions intensify and I begin to feel this 'love' again.
That's the art of love.
Knowing that one day flowers can begin to grow in the darkest parts of you,
knowing that rare ripples exist in this world that have the ability to create waves of radiance amidst gloomy waters.
knowing that through the vehement sour thoughts of another being wrapped around you, I can still feel an interpersonal connection.
You are the one thing that means absolutely anything,
everything.
I will run my fingers over every part of you, searching for the slightest crack and pour my love into each crevice of your shattered heart.
I will love you recklessly (again),
again, I'll risk loving you wholeheartedly.
Is that the art of love?
The beauty of infatuation?
The allure of love is the desire to keep the memories tattooed to our brains,
the desire to stitch ourselves together, even faster than we're tearing apart.
It's not just a feeling of mere warmth.
The art of love is knowing that when he leaves, the flowers will be plucked as well; knowing that this can happen and still refusing to let that stop you
from pouring love into all disparate crevices despite the possibility of having a barren garden next week.
It is choosing to knit us together when we appear to be crumbling at each seam.
The beauty within love is the ability to incessantly feel even when it becomes too much.
The art of love is the ability to love when even living becomes a difficulty.
-jjss-
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC