"magnetizing" poems
I wonder if the color green releases calm and renewal energies because it is the earth's carpet, magnetizing us down to earth.
I wonder if the color red wraps around passion and chaos because the blood in our veins rush evermore when we see something we love, and it rushes to our brain when our world turmoils.
I wonder if the color blue spreads hope for the sky as a crutch for those who have nowhere else to look but up to their god or to the formation of clouds that one cannot make sense of their cotton candy essence.
I wonder what color we are. What color does the earth reflect on us? Are we chameleons, morphing into different shades by the hour or are we permanent markers, bleeding deep? Maybe we are gray and receive color by what we surround ourselves with. That's how science works, right? A reflection of light in our retinas.
I am purple. There is a cloud of mystery and romanticism that shields me like a cloak, but my emotions run like rich velvet. Maybe one day I'll find a yellow who bursts rays of warmth. I think I would like to be with a yellow one day, the golden hour of colors.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Give me a clue why..
but oh I hate questioning faith..
I feel a mess inside my veins
I feel a rush in my heart
I'm love sick and it seems that I won't get cured anytime soon
Her lips is a drug that kills every breath of mine
Oh and It tickles my bones how magnetizing they can be
My brain flied away when I looked her in the eye
I want to let it go but it keeps dragging me inside
I keep craving more and I won't get enough because she fillfulls every need of mine
When we are together its like we are in our own paradise.
Yeah like a fairytale when you complete an i
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
Oh Compelling Magician
Why do your vibes glow?
You're tempting,
Mysterious,
But my brain is just too slow.
To keep with your illusions
And your twinkly fantasy
But I'm compelled to look in further,
To the effervescence,
Your majesty.
You have this way-
Pure,
And Indescribable.
It's magnetizing,
It's happy,
And it's quite unfathomable.
So dear, dear, magician
Please let me come close.
Tell me of your secrets,
Of the mystery of the cosmos.
I promise not to tell-
Your secret's safe with me.
And you'll have my heart forever,
Two magicians to be
Psychically, as one,
For all eternity.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
You had absolutely no obligation to touch me with those perfect hands of yours
but yet,
as you grasped my sides and pulled me towards you
I couldn't help but feel you wanting me
in the way we have been wanting each other for what could only resemble decades.
I could feel your breath before it even touched me
because our connection did not just linger in our touch but also within the energy radiating between our bodies.
As we pushed closer and closer to one another,
our bodies began magnetizing in the most romantic way possible.
The push and pull of our souls,
and the frantic,
passionate
beating of our hearts
could be heard so loudly in our ears
that we became deaf to the ecstasy being shared against the walls of this empty room
save you and I.
Hold me closer,
touch me more.
Please invite me in again where I was welcomed so many times before,
I can't let this be the last time the friction between you and I
ensured we were not frozen from outside forces one can only call loneliness.
I won't let you be alone again.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Magnetizing physics
Magnetic chemistry
Precise mathematics
Bubbling biology
Histrionic history
Attired economics
Refined fine arts
Electrifying looks
Electronic vision
Scintillating psychology
Ventilating physiology
Tantalizing mechanics
Tranquilizing metabolism
Dynamic damsel
Oh! What a scientific disposition?
Kudos to the Big-Bang Beautician.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
It was a willow tree once there
At the land of lake and mist,
It was standing lonely on the shore
Waiting for a beautiful hand to touch
Its shining leaves.
It was a woman in green, wrapped in
A scarf with autumn leaves,
Her hair was with honey color
Her eyes were magnetizing and dark,
She came to the willow on twilight "
Rainy clouds gathered with above
With gray shadows,
She weeps under the tree and talks to it
“Oh, willow, where is my beloved…
since years he went to the land of
pineapples and sun,
and then he never returned..
I promised to wait him every night,
And every day I light candles and pray.”
The woman's tears fall from her beautiful eyes,
They touched the ground of the tree
And dropped on its leaves…
“Don't cry, dear “ replied the willow,
I'm here beside you, I hear and feel,
I was also a maiden one day in life
Waiting my beloved I came here to cry
Near the lake and mist.
Years passed by ,he never returned
And my longing increased
One day I just woke up and found
My hands transformed into green leaves
My body " to stem of a willow tree.
God gave me peace , I'm still crying
But I don’t wait for him.
The woman in green was amazed
She felt suddenly quite inside herself,
She stood little with opened eyes
Gazing the lake, then kissed the tree
And turned away.
The willow saw her smile, she never came
Again to the mist and lake land,
But her autumn leaves scarf is still there…
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance
Drilling holes into the psyche
Astronomical; impeccable aim
Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind
It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness
It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try
It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification
Its pure and magnetizing invigoration
When you prove what you set out to prove
When you give it all, you have everything to lose
The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence
The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste
All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe
There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward
Moving slow
Falling sideways
All, all alone
Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic
All the commotion is seeding havoc
Like an artist left unknown...you will grow
Flow and flower into a masterpiece
And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula
There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce
On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead
Like a real winner always does, you finish first
because you did your very best
You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes
So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated
You're resilient, even savvy
You're a vision to be reckoned with
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
I am but a soul roaming the treasured land for but another
aimless wanderer...
magnetizing myself to their connection
and they to mine...
a dreamer who thrives in thought of fantasy
understanding the true illusion of reality...
genuine to their sense of character,
in regards to the grandeur experience...
an amusing essence that will soothe
my soul with a tender touch of passion...
a timeless source who is willing to discover
with me rather then idlly slip and waste away...
to dance with the infinate energies
of attraction to precious beauty...
spiralling an endless motion of unified vision...
a learnerwho yeilds to all lessons
and walks away a wealthier person...
a parallel enhancment... my wanderer
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Crick crack, crick crack
the Grey pebble starts to fall
it starts to fall into the darkness
the magnetizing darkness of loss, hatred, selfishness, and confusion
when the pebble hits the ground nobody knows
It doesn't make a sound
because nobody dares to hear
but it does in fact makes a sound
but whose is around to travel with the pebble
to hear it's crying sound of desire
a desire to be known
to be sought after
to be discover....
A tear drop on the pebble
it drip from my eyes
as I look into the Grey skies
I close my eyes and took a deep breath
I felt hands pushing me. Different sizes and ethnicities,
voices of different tones, language and dialects
all telling me the same thing
To Jump...
I DID, I ****** DID ALRIGHT?
and I did...
It wasn't graceful, it only survive for 3 seconds
by then I already hit the ground
my body is an unrecognizable trash with splatter compressed blood
But the pebble didn't get mark
At least the pebble was heard
**** I committed suicide”
All because they have forgotten to attach the rope....
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Step it up
Step it up to the bars
Break through so I dont break down
Quit asking how long it will take
Start paying attention to the steps as you escape now
That dungeon
Lonely cerebellum
Celebrity status dwelling
Inhaling stale stagnant smoke
A magnetizing choke
As the **** ties tantric knots iside your throat
Thoughts float from the dark
Poke and **** the slot to the key of happiness
Do I regress?
If I regret my next step
Or do I stay in the night
Crying I wished I'd try
Into a broken mic
Downtrodden eyes
Staring at a life with my body nothing but a reason to build a shadow behind a hollow object
No.
There is a force inside of me
A silent tide in me
Feeding a violent seed
Raising a timeless tree
Etchings proclaiming I'm poetry
Lasting forever
Engrained internally
The grains absorbing the light
The limbs moving towards
The beautiful afternoon rays
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
your aura is magnetizing,
i fell in your orbit.
i was drawn to your light,
you are my Aurora.
you are galvanizing.
i felt the sparks,
i absorbed it.
i adore it.
i swore it
sort of poured
from my pores
when i stored it.
© Matthew Harlovic
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Step 1: Be present~ Earth holding my feet as if expansive hands were arising from the core. Gravity magnetizing my ankles. The open blue sky above and brilliant sun speaking its truth through high hot rays to my skin. Hearing the expiring summer wind flapping the flags. My heart snaps the Earth and Sky into One.
Step 2: Be Genuine~ Travel to my heart center. What does it feel like in there? Settle on this inquiry for a few passing minutes. The present moment is breathing. The Universe is speaking to me, whether I choose to open up to it or not. Fear wants to creepy crawl and shade my heart. I have the power to receive and dive into the tidal waves of human life.
Step 3: Radiate~ Open my eyes and extend outward, the warmth that I have cultivated by accepting and being with this present moment. Mix my organic radiance with the activity of the natural world. Energy is playing like a child at recess. I am apart of it all. I am enough. I am a manifestation of the four elements. I am art.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
Driving down the blithe boulevard with my heart in the drivers seat and the world at my jaunty forefeet; aquatic nature abutting the equator serving as an anomalous educator and metaphysical communicator
Submerged in a state of angelic maturity; dopamine manumitted upon the sensible observance of internal assurance while living in the fullness of magnetizing, sunlit nourishment.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
*Your lips on my lips, burning, electrocuting.
My heart and your heart, magnetizing, welding.
My eyes locked on your eyes, scared, enraptured.
Your eyes on my eyes, intoxicated, gazing.
Your hands in my hair, tangled, ensnared.
My hands on you,
like a piano I am playing you,
they glide over you, capturing you in the moment.
Caught in the music,
wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
Boy do you want me like I want you?
And you whisper in my ear, "I love you too"
As your arms wrap around me and your smile pulls me in,
All I want is the night not to end.
And if it's sparks I feel, do you feel them too?
And tell me that the thoughts I think are shared by you.
We are silent giggles and words not said
We are messy hair and an unmade bed
We are not a beginning or an end
Less than foe and more than friend
We are ears that hear and eyes that see
I am you, and you are me.*
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Like wings on the thumb;
If you pay attention, they flutter in your chest
Like waves on the lips;
Tumultuous, pummeling, magnetizing,
Still.
And then words, not a covenant, but a confirmation
of intentions
Like the nuzzle of a rabbit, push
1 2 3
And part for breath to move through
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
you are still far too
close for comfort
even though you are states away
8 hours
and 500 miles
between us
is not enough space
i can still feel
the magnetizing force
that brought us together in the first place
I have taken out every piercing
made sure every hole has closed up
my jewelry has not since been worn
and yet the pull
of you
gets more intense
with every step I take farther away
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
The girl
Bound by the ties of her truths.
Sleuths
Blinding her with magnetizing eyes
The Devil
Cloaking her soul with choking lies
But she's crucified like Jesus.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
I used to hate the color orange,
But when we pop mandarins into our mouths between Creamsicle-sweet kisses I feel as if I’m being transported to a different dimension where we’re the only two in existence.
You’re the sunlight that hits the earth at 6pm, making everything seem as if it’s warm and glowing.
Every time I see a candle flame flicker I can’t help but think of you who exudes the same ambiance of alleviation that the walls of my childhood home once did.
If sunrise and sunset were to be combined, they still wouldn't compare to the magnetizing brilliance of your aura.
You emulate autumnal earth tones and crackling wood in brick fireplaces, echoing your heartbeat and bringing about a sense of raw intimacy shared between two.
I trace my fingertips down your spine, reflecting upon the likeness between you and the sun,
And I wonder why no one ever named a color after you.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
My heart’s over here
you said, lying on your back,
with my head on the hard part of your shoulder,
making circles around your chest plate
like I was trying to drill into your bones
just to find the rose nectar that swam
in your blood so I could finally taste something
that wasn’t late and sour and mustered out of pity.
You misheard me. I was just making sure
my heavy head with all these thoughts
magnetizing themselves to others weren’t causing
your arm to manifest a maze of pins and needles.
I just wanted to make sure you were okay. My heart’s over here
you whispered as we cradled ourselves in the shadows
my comforter made when caught against
the lamppost light creeping in from my window.
But I wondered, even if I screamed it, would you be able to hear
where the knocking was coming from? You look at me
but sometimes, I swear, you think it’s just a combination
of alphabet letters that I’m not expecting you to remember.
You look at me, but here I am
cramming myself into your framework and painting myself red
so maybe I’ll stand out against all the other kaleidoscope bits
that fall around you. You look at me, but my heart’s over here.
My heart’s over here! I let it drip from my mouth when you’re asleep
so I know you won’t hear it, because even though I know
you don’t really care, I’d never ask you to leave.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
Across the plateau
The old fountain is
Quite new
In fact
Up
There is a better beat
A map of a jade lake
Reminded her of
Canues and free
Hiking rides,
Parachute
Glidings
Skis and skies
Playing with contours
Of trees around the
Shore, cracklings
Of tiny pebbles
Under her
Feet
Music in Jars
Shaking them
Vigorously happy
My laughter ! is a
Proof of your
Affection
Break me
With
Humourous
Tripple cascades
Enable cool
Water to
Vividly
Jump as
Mischievous
Children when
They dance The owls
Silent dance into the
First tinted night
A Waterfall
A tremendous
Magnetizing
Showering
Stares
Inner
Thoughts
She was a walking
Contemplation
Expecting her
Beloved to
Be there
She
Noticed
The Bycicle
Was not parked
At the bar's walls
Spirited eyes staring
At her steps and figure
He thinks he knows me
Then I am struck in awe
I know this wide fairness
Glowing across his forehead
He knows about the bluest
Seas yearning to touch the
Moon and the Stars on
Every woman he had
Loved. Passionately
Uncompromising
Determination
Speaking
Softly about his
Desire Wanting. . .
His poignant soul
Drowned in it's self
Familiar
With Self
Absorbed
Exploration
Solitude
Company. . . .
Even lovlier ***
Harmonic beats
Black trousers
**********
Black
On white
Yearnings
Loves rising
Loves
Falling
As a
Fragrant
Memory
As a Mirage
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Hold and caress me
Console me when I cry
I don't need to be on your mind
As long as I’m in your eyes
You’re enchanting
Keep me under your spell
You could call it cognitive dissonance
Blissful ignorance, as well
Your apathy is magnetizing
As you lead me astray
Your touch is hypnotizing
This forlorn foreplay
These chains and shackles
They keep me here
But I don’t mind being controlled
So long as you’re near
Trail and tease
Ignore my plea
Do as you please
Beguile me
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC