"loooking" poems
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why
you said that
i suppose
your redolent innuendos
take my hand take my heart
his hands were cleans
but his ***** clothes belonged to me
I was a washing-machine mutant
measuring out oxydol
and love
while dreaming of Apocalypse
and Metamorphasis
under the guise of musical appreciation
/sliding underneath the static/
there was no time for reality
except the truth we created for ourselves
wrapped it around us
like blue waters
that hid a broken bottle
jagged scars as memory
/channel change
smooth, cool curve of the dial
beneath my fingertips/
loooking to be the runaway
I let him go his own way
again
and again
when he sent me letters
they were addressed to a different party
and were in a strange vocabulary
I couldn't understand
I craved to make him a meaning
but music had a blood fever
I found the music
then let it play
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
So my life is ficked up, and i need someone to help me make a choice in my life
so here it is ...
If you were in my shoes would you choose someone you loved and cant go a day without or family who care about you no matter what
My sister dated this guy for a bit and i know this sounds bad but we fell in love with each other it didnt work with each other , I know it will work for each other thie thing is if i go for this she is never going to talk to me again she will push me away , she loves me im not doing this to her to try hurt her
Im not a bad person sometimes we dont choose the person we love it just happens i wish she would understand that if she makes me choose her im not going to able to be around her This is the demon I face im not scared of him because im loooking at myself ... things are going down hill its making me want to give up on myself ...... im stuck in this hole I want him in my life and I want my family to be there too... no one going to not like me but i dont care , I just care about what my sister has to say about this.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
We drift
on the winter sun’s glints,
where the horizon is a musician’s lips
pressed tight on a horn
repeating a note in 12/8 time.
When I met you
I thought you said you were a parasol,
and I imagined you
spinning upward in a painter’s daydream.
At this moment
we find each other where things are lost,
or—let me put this better—
where we’ll never find each other again.
We’re caught in the memory of shade
as we drift
beneath the ligatures of nimbus,
or in your words a mean-loooking sky.
All bliss drips into each of us
at this moment
when we don’t feel lonely.
But I won’t share what I protect.
These confessions
are for someone else I haven’t met.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
The Morning After,
ya lips touched mine,
the smell of us from last night
the way you made my body shake,
I wake up in a state of sedated bliss,
Completely
oblivious to what's going on
around me
I find you nestled in the crook of
my arms holding on to me ,
loooking at you,
looking so peaceful
and yeah
you should be
cuz you worked my body
like I always dream
and I can't say I blame you
cuz I gave the same to you,
I licked you and kissed you til you
begged me to stop
and as drops of you left my mouth
I let you cover me again
and repeat the steps as
we danced in the sheets,
Magically pounding me
yet so gentle
as you move into me
with me
Our bodies
flowing with the rhythm
and moving to the same tune,
I like what we did,
I cant lie
I loved it,
I didn't want to stop
couldn't get enough..,
but as we lay here
whispering and giggling
joking about this blissful enconter..
I think again it's time you go
I dont want you to
but
He's coming home and
I know it's killing you to leave
but
We'll always have these memories
of the night before
and Today.....
The Morning After!
Always Me Ayeshah,
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC
Lord, My Lord you have forsaken me
You have rejected my prayers
And laughed at my tribulation
Lord, Lord you saw everything
Yet you sat there and watched
With your wine in the holy grail
Lord, I have lost my faith
You are not benevolent
Those verses spoke lies
In the brink of death it was not you that I saw
But it was rather the devil that comforted me
Yet I was still loooking for you
You have abandoned me, in my isolation I've lost my sanity
Hatred became my dearest friend
Grievance was now my lover.
With this I no longer knew nor understood my self
I was now torn between praying or dying
Would I go back to your arms? Or continue my resentment towards you?
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 11:38 PM UTC