"magnetize" poems
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, feel with others and make them understood:->
in her feels not mine to be
in her exclamations a secret to the seeking havens I see
just from the beginning
I confess I blurt must
bring respect to hands of dust
undone by the noise
maybe breathed to the wrong soils
for me to you its a pathetic muse
for you to me its a phenomenal---an interlude
wrapped around a neck a tormenting noose
for the lines might be altogether attached
yet by the hearts ultimately snatched
yet the pieces left broken
swept under the deeps of the rug gone unspoken
strangling up to the muffled tears
been shed been dear
even when life is brought to its feet
still bound to magnetize
she drugs our feels
your moons---a blessing in a demon to the darks
not a silver not a golden not a dime a ricocheting stark
painted on ceilings
are you an angel haunted by the devils???
seems like God is unfair
sorting mindlessly things just for hearts to rebel
a past life you wish you could speak of you may
from them those of the brutal realizes to draw out through the way
disguised on the pretends
you pay
so **** miserable for me to digest to decay
what about you the owner
of a curse everyday???
believed to be a sad sad serenade
just from the no ending
where I await a second
I confess I blurt I must say
------ravenfeels
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
I can feel you near me
Whenever you are close.
You're like an overdose on
E
My tank is on
F
I want to swim past your knees
And take one last deep breath before
Submerging myself
Into the salacious, incredulously insatious, Caribbean Sea-warm Oasis
At the apex of your thighs.
I will set sail ships in your eyes
Questing for you to magnetize me in the direction towards the destin of my fate.
The question is
Once I'm in
Can your Vaginal Strait
Navigate me
In the deep dark cavity of your hips
Or can your lips
Narrate
Irrigate me to the waterfalls of your heart
I want to split your valves apart and
Let
Love
Pour.
I want to anchor permanently on the sink-sands of your shores;
I want to be closer to you than I've ever been before...
I want you to feel me.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.
I like to play a game called hard to forget.
Rose petal lips wish for your attention.
Attention: tomorrow you’ll wish we’d never met.
Lean a little closer, and just give in.
Bust through that barrier, blocking your desire.
Feel the radiation as you touch my skin.
Our eyes magnetize, signing a single contract.
Your stone-carved face fills my vision.
Hesitate for a moment, entertaining free will.
That’s silly. Dropping that was a condition.
Your mouth’s warm breeze tantalizes my lips,
but we stay stubborn still.
Always and forever. I wrote in pencil.
Veracity in my eyes; “Baby, I can’t lie.”
Touch. Spark. Ignition. This fire you can handle,
You think. I inhale, to let out a siren’s sigh.
It’s too late now.
The spell has been cast.
I’ve infected your present.
You won’t be the last.
You’ll never forget.
Kissed me kissed me.
Now you’re gonna miss me.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 3:42 AM UTC
believing,
it seems to me,
is the root of all knowing,
for what i have found
is worth far more than all i have lost.
what i once took for granted,
i now embrace each day,
like a breath of frigid air
on a morning laced with ice.
you magnetize me into
delight so deep and dark.
you are swirling, yes,
with all the light of things unknown.
all of you, which i have pulled
from dreaming
to become the reality beneath
the heavy lids that open to wonder,
enchantment; surely you know,
for your spell is natural
as the garden which flourishes
in your heart, planting sunlight
and bittersweet promises,
too much for a wanderer to behold.
yet he stops and stares,
as do i, for the day breaks
as surely as you will.
far more than this: soften
your edge to fit with mine.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 10:10 AM UTC
There's some sort of magic between the eyes of a resting jaguar. Their languid yawn, opening the gaping maw that lies between their strong teeth, more energetic than their tired paws.
Still and regal, wearing muscles like fine silks, their fur like that final kingly cape and their ears their crown.
A zoo jaguar once met my eyes and in a deadlocked stare, saw the camera in my hands, and turned his head to pose. A prince always knows when to please his peasantry. As a pleased peasant, I snapped pictures and nearly cried at his serene posture behind a wall of glass. There was some sort of uncharted beauty in the way he spoke without words oversaturating his meanings. It was a way I wished to speak. He was a comrade behind glass, silent yet observant and knowing. Though my head might be a good fit for a maw, I nearly wanted to keep him close company.
The dark spots that adorn his body are the only betrayers of the fierce undertones of his monarchy. Well, except for the teeth, of course.
Though I try to unlock my gaze and detach from the gossamer threads that were beginning to tie, the jaguar eyes and jaguar prince incessantly seep into my brain, for when I close my eyes all I can see is theirs staring back at me. All I want is just one hand, a single touch, a gift to feel their crowns and robes, to experience the powerful royalty beneath their quiet eyes, even if being taken by their maw may end up being the price.
My affection becomes jarred by the human hand jostling my wrist, and I blink for the first time since seeing the posing feline prince. My head turns, trance averted, and I'm looked at with perplexion as my body has sidled up to the glass, and the Jaguar, now alert, is swinging its tail and staring in wonderment at me.
My eyes magnetize back to their rightful place, his green eyes on my green eyes, and I wonder what lives we would live like if I could see into his mind and know what's he's like. Perhaps we would be friends, or family, or hunters, or partners, in that other life.
Or, perhaps he'd want to eat me nonetheless.
One more camera shot of my jaguar prince, and a silent nod as he situates himself back to his pose. Restful, regal, serene. Turning away, I feel myself leave a part of me that always stays with him and taking that part of him that stays with me.
Every wild eye does, and our secret we will keep.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
CRUSHED
A flower
Grows gracefully among the other
In a park where people discover
The love they have for one another
Full of thorn may the flower be
Hurt the fingers that try to touch it
Beauty it still to the eyes that see
It made the flower a lovely misfit
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Along came a bee
Attracted by that plant of beauty
Magnetize by the sweetness of its honey
Charmed by the colour that it sees
Lone is the beauty for its majesty
Wishing to monopolize its purity
Crushed is the bee as it witness
A butterfly has taste its sweetness
Hopeless!
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 2:36 AM UTC
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere—
And even when the Snow
Heaves ***** of Specks, like Vicious Boy
Directly in His Eye—
Does not so much as turn His Head
Busy with Majesty—
’Tis His to stimulate the Earth—
And magnetize the Sea—
And bind Astronomy, in place,
Yet Any passing by
Would deem Ourselves—the busier
As the Minutest Bee
That rides—emits a Thunder—
A Bomb—to justify—
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What is it that stops us from questioning
the scaffolding of our reality?
Why aren't more of us solipsists?
Shouldn't we all be like those
delusional violent ones?
They see no reason
to think the world exists
outside their heads
Therefore their thoughts influence
their reality more and more
All of our thoughts
influence the reality
We sense to a varying degree
unique to each of us
But do we really all, for the most part
believe some ho-hum passivity?
Oh, what pressures magnetize our brains
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
How shall my animal
Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull,
Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell,
Endure burial under the spelling wall,
The invoked, shrouding veil at the cap of the face,
Who should be furious,
Drunk as a vineyard snail, flailed like an octopus,
Roaring, crawling, quarrel
With the outside weathers,
The natural circle of the discovered skies
Draw down to its weird eyes?
How shall it magnetize,
Towards the studded male in a bent, midnight blaze
That melts the lionhead's heel and horseshoe of the heart
A brute land in the cool top of the country days
To trot with a loud mate the haybeds of a mile,
Love and labour and ****
In quick, sweet, cruel light till the locked ground sprout
The black, burst sea rejoice,
The bowels turn turtle,
Claw of the crabbed veins squeeze from each red particle
The parched and raging voice?
Fishermen of mermen
Creep and harp on the tide, sinking their charmed, bent pin
With bridebait of gold bread, I with a living skein,
Tongue and ear in the thread, angle the temple-bound
Curl-locked and animal cavepools of spells and bone,
Trace out a tentacle,
Nailed with an open eye, in the bowl of wounds and ****
To clasp my fury on ground
And clap its great blood down;
Never shall beast be born to atlas the few seas
Or poise the day on a horn.
Sigh long, clay cold, lie shorn,
Cast high, stunned on gilled stone; sly scissors ground in frost
Clack through the thicket of strength, love hewn in pillars drops
With carved bird, saint, and suns the wrackspiked maiden mouth
Lops, as a bush plumed with flames, the rant of the fierce eye,
Clips short the gesture of breath.
Die in red feathers when the flying heaven's cut,
And roll with the knocked earth:
Lie dry, rest robbed, my beast.
You have kicked from a dark den, leaped up the whinnying light,
And dug your grave in my breast.
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Success of a crime
The bleed of a son of Christ
The green flowers of smiles
Clouded faces let rain subside
Satan is kind
Symphonies of tears
Hearts filled with raging fear
The ruler is nowhere near
Near the eye of the dying deer
Satan is kind
'Though Sharp knives stabbeth the derailed souls of weakened Christians
Blood boils of the one they reject
Rejects know not to lose faith in his hand
Satan is kind
The soft wind of vocals utters the forbidden berries that mankind craves
Glitter magnetize the eye let the boy walk in the cave
The warmth of his smile, it has no shame
Satan is kind
Protection we need,
Protection we feel.
In the presence of the cross they found peace
The slaves to glitter shall rest at ease.
Satan is kind
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
Feeling your touch distantly,
calling out your name in whispers unsaid.
Playing hard to get isn't fun
if your not playing too,
simply - your
hard to hold on to,
I've already tried catching you.
Dancing, moving, flowing,
like a ribbon in the sky....
broken free from loose strands......
caught the smiles,
the shy looks, the hand holding.
So long Oh so so so very long now
I've knew & known those strong hands
holding me.
we've configured our bodies,
embraced- the soft silky smooth texture of skin,
golden perfectly formed muscles ,
holding me tight up against your chiseled chest
as we merge- twist swing push pull spin
again again again & again.
spinning round around round & around
songs mingled melodies spark causing us to get closer,
closer closer & even closer...
I'm trapped luxuriously- your mmm unreal
intoxication- like webs of stars
caught on my dream catcher.
hips pressed close legs mingle
as we twist this and that way.
hand on the swell of my backside,
Squeeze turn pause- dipping low lower,
dip me again - magnetize my alluring persona.
Alleviate this unknown aridity that leaves
me dry mouthed
longing for your touch once more.
Songs ending it's last call
Butterfly's catch in the pit of my stomach,
after seeing you with her
seeing you shyly smile up
at her while you forget.
the touch of our hands,
the smell of our scent & sweat mingled as one
like lover for the very first time
the floor was our bed
our playground until the music
drifted
softly slowly away & she came into
focus....
stepping back i look from you to her
holding my breath when you truned my way,
You bowed over my hand kissed it lovingly.
Causing longing, craving & hot flashes
for hours until now- mingled with sweaty palms
as you walk past me back to her side.
am i playing the wrong game?
Every weekend with you it's almost the same.
You find me- stalk me until i relentlessly give in,
dancing, swaying,
bodies so close causing us to forget ,
forget it all.......
Dance floor becoming our bedroom,
so many times so many hours
swaying- flowing bodies intertwined,
meshed together again & again.
spinning around & round.
With me me me & you oh you you you
your dipping me .
your hands always mmm always on
my lower back,
music loudly sweetly drumming
like our heart beats
becoming our Tantra Taboo(s).....
she smiles at me then looks up- smiling
gleefully in your eyes
as you both walk out the dance hall....
**** I shouldn't of expected a **** thang-
Oh well that's what happens more often than not- to me
on a
Friday Night(s)
Always Me Ayeshah
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC
our most intimate moment in my imagination
is painting poetry onto your moonlight-drenched chest,
hot and writhing underneath me,
mirroring each stroke by tensing the muscles in your abdomen–
your vessel of a body,
becoming frayed and singed at the seams as you
burst.
I never cared much for my words.
when I write them onto my own starved skin,
I find, disappointed, that the greyed valleys are always
a poor substitute for the scorchmarks your fingers
track behind them when we
touch.
but I imagine that
covering your skin in my ink would create a
constructive interference, that
engraving into you my
scarlet-tinged idolatry would cause
our cores like stars inside of us to magnetize –
solar flares erupting, surging through every ****** crevice –
to collide in a kaleidoscopic supernova,
tearing flesh to confetti
in a glorious funeral that reeks of
destiny.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:08 AM UTC
Scintillating communication
between strangers as they
magnetize the words together
into a stimulating story of
strung together words:
While every sailed bridge sweetly floats under evil
I do best sitting at peace.
One lived as some had fallen,
Steal the King's singing & beg him to sing louder
Knowing Ocean's rising storm as
Gentle music should drift so people can hear it whisper.
They found their beach of spring after the river
Coming against these cruel spinning mountains of the night skies,
We still use hate, though most don't go by this road.
He drove towards a forest,
Though he stumbled out of it empty,
For it all lies beneath our art
as looking naked plays only until
two can love each other.
Were none welcome except us?
So as they went off to sleep,
hearts beating thrice to the beat,
jumping to the new rhythm unseated by the synergy
created in this magical space,
While I may question who you are,
We suffer from searching,
each more affected than the other
by the wandering.
May 27, 2011
May 27, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
the siren may be said to be
the lady of the sea
naiad are her kin
eyes that entrance all
who see her
a temptress to all
eyes that magnetize
bewitching men since ancient times
blue eyes that match her tail
hair as bright as the sun
to light of day
to dark of night
her siren's song i hear
when the siren sings
by scarlet rose
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
Its pretty early
or maybe its just a cloudy day
the light from the big bay windows
is bright and soft and sad in its purity
my heeled black boots click on the standard multi-grained colored tile
I see you in the distance in a familiar hallway
In the mandatory uniform
hands balled up in tan pants, a book bag slung over one shoulder
I stand on the opposite end looking somewhat normal
a gray and black abstract top that screams art teacher/librarian
dark purple lipstick, blue jeans, and a intricate up-do
I believe I am particularly self-conscious about this
but your smiling at me like I'm beautiful anyways
the clicking of the heels get quicker as I magnetize towards you
I fit into you like a puzzle piece
body to body, heart to heart
your arms are wrapped knowingly across my lower back
my arms are clutching your neck holding on for dear life or something else that means so much more
You still smell the same
Your breath is soft against my ear right above the sliver hoop
When we try to remove ourselves from the sticky membranes of the closeness
my nose trails across your cheek
your chin
I want that kiss I will never again receive
I look up and you're wearing that smirk
that rare smirk, that heart shattering smirk, my smirk
This. This embrace echoes things of the past
of chance, and love, and lust, and confusion, frustration, failure, and forgiveness
even though we wear that polite"we're just friends" expression on our faces.
This memory, I can place in the past , present, or future
But sometimes. Sometimes it happens differently
Sometimes I am comfy in an old slipknot shirt outside your house in the pouring rain
Sometimes we are at Parkdale directly after I've crashed and burned, trying to smile bravely like it doesn't hurt
Sometimes I am lost and broken amid the cherry blossoms sighing for you
Sometimes its on Halloween before I take my four month leave
But alot of times
more often than most
its in the way you look at me and say
How are you?
and I know you truly mean it
That's when I realize i don't need to say a word..You know
I loved you
I lost you
And vivid memory maybe the only thing I gain from this
in its embracive care
and that's okay with me
finally.
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
Mates mingle, mash, and match,
a mystery so miraculous.
A magical manifest of our
majestic and marvelous Maker.
Magnetize and magnify,
making it magnificent,
modest, meticulous,
measuring each minute's bliss.
Movies and moonlight,
moments made to memorize.
Memories that mesmerize,
meant to last a millennium.
[Lifetime]
matches-made-in-Heaven
@desire.is.dope
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 5:55 AM UTC
I'm staring at walls and hiding away.
Breathing to fast for a normal day
Yet at the same time I can't breathe
As I stare at the test in front of me.
Life can take you in unplanned ways,
And leave you hanging with only a few days.
And here I ask you, who am I?
To choose between death and life?
I'm seventeen, I'm too young to make this choice,
To silence another soul and bury down their voice.
But as the seconds tick on by
And as I feel my eyes dry
I think of how hard it would be
If there was something growing inside of me.
That "Just one time" was probably enough.
And that even protection isn't so tough.
No matter how far I reach
Your tiny hands are too far from me,
And I want to hold you in my arms
And protect you from all world harms.
I want to wipe away your little sorrows
And hold you for every tomorrow
And lift you up above my head so high,
That you could take flight in the sky.
And when I look into your eyes,
The color of midsummer skies,
I'll be looking into his too.
Because love gave his eyes to you.
And our little family would fight along
And we'd have to find a way to be strong.
School would be a dying dream.
More jobs would magnetize me.
And I love you, I love you, I really do.
But it's much too soon for me to have you.
And there's still a minute until the end of the test.
And I can't find where I lost my breath.
Baby, be patient, you'll be here one day.
But if I want what's best for you, I can't let you stay.
And I'm sorry for ever doing wrong,
But my love for you is much too strong.
I'm staring at walls and hiding away.
Breathing to fast for a normal day
Yet at the same time I can't breathe
As the test says "No - " in front of me.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
Draw me nearer
As the moon slowly seduces the tide
How iron is lured by a magnets enticing charm
Like a moth to a flames irresistible pirouette
Draw me nearer
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Divine love is the essence of eternal bonding and relationship.
If I had fallen in your divine love
I also could have known
that how twinkling stars
in the moonlit night
could strew their amazing illumination
in the whole universe
that how the moon in the milky night
could embellish its beaming smile
that how austerity of the galaxy of stars
could witness the happiness of macrocosm
that how melody of nature
could touch the heartbeats of its lovers
that how harmonic sound of birds
could create musical environment
in the dark and deep forests
that how rustles of the intoxicated winds
could break the silence of darkness
that how the voluptuous gestures of the sky
could stimulate ****** desires
of flora and fauna
that how the adorable smile
of elvish dark clouds
could shower colorful kisses
on the pink roses crazy in love
that how the sensual seduction of dew drops
could magnetize the glow of dawn
and that how the fresh air in the morning
could disrupt the penance of the spring
if I had fallen in your divine love
I could have felt
the eternal beauty of nature
I wish I could have drowned
In your divine enchantment
forever and ever and ever
(By Kishan Negi)
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Love approaches just when you're about to turn around
Giving up or fall down
Love gives you an intense hope and glowing promises
Nods down with any compromises
Love offers you someone who is more charming than the tempting world
No matter how clever the magic twirled
Love cheers you up for no good reason
Caught yourself smiling when Lawson's aired on
Love steers you to whatsoever that is possible
Including destroying something impossible
Love walks off ruthlessly without any remorse
Forgot the way it magnetize you like an attractive force
Love broke off the agreement and vivid faith
Cruelly put an end to something you create
Love shows how life propose something greater than loving a person
Makes you clueless of what to do then things get worsen
Love now seems to gloom every side of you
Minimize your spirits into few
Love steers you to whatsoever that is possible
Including destroying something impossible
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Inhaling the smoke, they start to feel magnetize ..
Eyes are closing just like they should ..
Getting thirsty,
Mouth is dry ..
I’m feeling nub while looking at them,
just like I could fly ..
In a sky of poetry ..
The rotation’s set, it’s coming near to me ..
Past the gums, down the throat it’ll go ..
Look out lungs,
here comes the dank flow …
Filled to capacity ..
No one warned them of such a big **** ..
They’re on the top, enjoying like a positive fool ..
Everybody’s eyes are unexpected surprise ..
they look like red blood veins surface ..
Stomach’s hungry ..
**** that was great..
far from just good ..
That’s what it’s like to get ripped in the dark ..
I’m always staring at them ..
leaving their responsibilities behind ..
Their soul is submerged ..
under the sea of drugs ..
Trapped, Grasping for breath ..
But still carving for more ..
Because, everyone is loved here ..
Have no Religions ..
A place of Humanity ..
HighLane .. !!
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
he is the father of a child stuck in traffic. he is my father finding this out in the middle of trying to be successfully beside himself. he is all muscle. he is every man kissing a trash bag swollen with stork blood. do the lifting. his friends languish in the availability of their art. who are these people, they are sermons, they are the dogvision greys of a bluesy priest. I am yellow in my mother. his mother is his endeavor. he hits a wall he slaps it. endeavors to magnetize his mother’s orgasm. it pains him. there is a man who writes to himself. people say it is fuck. he takes the terrible writing and turns it into a pity none can feel.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
I reject the likeness of you __
To resolve this, I lied and become the finest of you
I reject the sameness as you __
To avoid this, dishonesty pleasures—
I believe the untruth
I reject the appearance of you __
Through the looking glass I continuously hate the one who stares back at me
I reject your charm __
Where most who encounter me seems to be magnetize to my own charisma
I reject the way you think
And here I am discerning how not to be you
I reject your cheating heart
I saw mom suffer from this and yet I cheated
I reject your rejection
Where I thought I forgive but I still despised your presence in my head...
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
Forgotten dreams roll by on train cars
Lurch quicker than your mind will have them familiar
Run on coal blacker than his deep well eyes
And yours so strained from ever searching for the bottom
Find static emptiness instead
Like cracked pavement
Reflected in battered bones
With names like home
Where dinnerbells resound in a momentous capture of the wingspan wandress
Retreat inside yourself
My dear
Blow off the hand that sprinkles regret to crust your eyes
At dawn you will be awakened
Blow off your plans like Queen Anne's Lace
Wishing only that you could take to the wind the same
Carry a sunset glow in your shadows
And watch
As people, like sunflowers will be drawn to your light
Love with the girth of your lungs
Relentless and unquestioning
Offering and receiving
As karma sings your songbird heart tune to the clouds
They will part for you
Like Moses' sea
You'll magnetize such energies
Like instinct
Flying to your summer
There will be a clarity
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC