AS Aug 3
When the heart speaks,
It discloses its beliefs.

Echoing its needs,
Humming its thunder to the
world.

Offering its counterpart the
hyperactive brain a temporary
relief,
That there are times to just dream.

Cradling each other to find some type
of peace.

At times opening opportunities to
each,
to offer a release in need.

Then comes the reflective soul,
Spurring the whole to reach for
more.

To see,
What lays beneath.

To feel,
The unexplainable and to grasp for
the seemly unattainable.

Offering a taste,
Screaming to lead.

To take the whole down an
unworldly stream,
To a life which is not what it seems.

To show,
A world,
A time without control or taking a
toll on the inside.

So combine,
Go explore the wonders unknown
in life.


© 2018

Abigail Sheard
Matt Jursin Nov 2010
They say that there's a mathematical equation that explains everything in life.

But I say that not even physics bears an explanation for...the guidelines of attraction.
Our primal reactions are multiplied by...the highlights of passion.

These laws of love that linger like a lanterns lost illumination...
Like the campfire light on a clear night, leaves coals of culmination.

Sweat beads lead to bare threads and bare bodies.
And oh my, how bare bodies lead to imaginations running wild.

Cold winds inspire warm kisses and close skin.
Sincere actions aren't sins.

Bodies wound in union, formed by light and tightly bound.
Together, these twisted vines penetrate the hardest ground...
Together, harmonic souls produce passionate sounds.
Yet, still somehow, love gets lost more than love gets found.

This equation is unending...like numbers off lips that kiss the air.
Body language spoken...Our physical bonds equal eternity and pi squared.
And you know that every moment that we share is nothing short of...molecular love for the masses...
Now held captive by gravity and magnetism...

See, the last full moon marked retrograde...and if the moon affects the tide of the ocean...and our bodies are roughly 75% water...can we assume that this is the only body powerful enough to keep ours apart?

This gravity...
This pull...
It's pulling me apart...so let me pull you closer, stop pushing me away!
Hold on tight, dont let these planets drift away into a dark rift of decay.

Let your love lap upon this solid stone like a river riffles smooth sandbars into hills of higher ground.

Because baby, without your water on my beach...
I'm nothing but a desert, dry and deserted.
Love, the drug.
Johnson 6d
As time seems to drag on
My days fall to waste
I dream of what was with you
Slowly I begin to break

And what I wouldn’t give
To hear your call
To be by your side
Watching the night give way to a new dawn

To be alone in your company
As your hands lain in mine
To be so close yet so far away
How I am intertwined

Like a boy awoken
The morning of Christmas day
Nervous excitement fills his chest
So have I felt the joy of some heavenly display

And as hard as I try to hold myself back
For I know I am a much to much
I can’t help myself in her wondrous company
Filled with an intoxicating lust

As joyous as it was
How painful is it to be
I slowly fall apart
As I watch you leave

My love is that of a heresy
There’s nothing new in dying now
Just as my dreams fade to memories
I feel myself beginning to drown

Never to see it return
Never can I tell
Goodbye to you my love
See you in hell
rob kistner Jul 25
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poet
do not weave your fabric of myth
or speak to us in grand verse
telling of the song of the spheres
or the days before this dark time
this dark dark time

help us see the real place of light
hear the clear voice of truth
know the pure heart of justice

look poet
look at the terrible suffering
tell us where that is birthed

tell us how to see with our own eyes
so that we might reach in
and tear out the pain
uproot the sorrow
crush the evil

you see many things poet
but you talk in riddles
you avoid the cold
and the hard way
for the soft path of platitudes
and metaphors
of meter and rhyme
but this is not the time

look poet
look into the fire
feel it burn your eyes
char your soul
tell us how that feels

let us hear you scream
rally us
set us ablaze

lift your pen like a sword
and strike down the imbalance

show us the grip
and we will join the battle

but you must tell us
poet
tell us what is real
tell us
in the power that is plain language

we will listen

_


rob kistner © 2018
This is the time to reach the people with the truth of the poet.
To rally the people to resist, to stand strong.
This is not the time to go quietly into that dark night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Drive that orange-haired demon from our sight.
Penelopejayde Apr 2015
The upbringing of a person could lead to a frivolous publican.
A brother and sister are both witnessing the featherbrained fool.
This world we live in is a bit bamboozle

Escaping to a state of ecstasy with your purple kaleidoscope why don't we shape the future and use cinnamon soap.

With your undercoats it's an antidote for a hurtful situation
It's like we are burning in ice.
Your a magician but you can't stop stupid.

Adolescents knowing the need to finish yet they are taking over to much to cope.
So now they are discovering, considering, cinnamon soap.
My first poem
Am I wrong to want it different
Is it selfish
To divulge in things that I know will lead to heartache
To give myself the relief of a friend for a while, even though I know it will hurt them
I know I cannot excuse this behavior
But Is it not for my health
For my well being
No
It only causes pain, again and again
It is not necessary
It is selfish
I want to work on more scene based things for a while, descriptive writing, atmospheres, I'm really passionate about that type, and it links closely with my art, I like making people feel things, and just thinking about the opportunities exites me
aviisevil Apr 2014
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Bite into my Soul and taste your dirt
Inflict upon me your rules of hurt
Make a wish in the fountain of blood
Take a sip and you shall conquer the world






Hang me for all the world to see,
Even in my death I shall walk free






Show the strength of your crown,
Let me be chased by your blood hounds
Cut me, scar me, now tell me what you found ?
You walk straight but the world's round







Lock me in a cage so I can't leave,
Even in these walls I shall walk free







Burn my skin to reach my core,
Why break those walls when i've opened that door
Come inside, take away all I know
Feed my hatred by hating me some more







Erase me so I could never be,
Even in my extinction I shall walk free







Tie my hands and give me a blade,
Tell who my enemies are and war shall be made
Whisper to me the words that degrade,
And I'll scream them at the world while you wait








Kill the lullabies so I can never dream,
Even in my nightmares I shall walk free









Now take my hand and lead me to paradise,
Fire of hell blowing through the kingdom of ice  
Sit on your throne and try to swallow your pride
this slave will never be yours for he's the master of his own life








Hang me for all the world to see,
Even in my death I shall walk free
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