"melds" poems
If you had been a musician, it would be impossible for me to tear my heart away from yours
However you still managed to play my heart strings,
You innocent fingers unintentionally plucking, prodding, pulling my heart in so that it could never be separated again
They say that heartbreak is when a part of your heart is broken, however
I think that when people are in love, the heart melds completely with that of the other person.
I am him and he is me.
When we lose them, our hearts are torn apart
leaving them raw,
gasping for the other half
Pumping
Pumping harder and faster
Pumping
Like my brain when I can't sleep pouring out the memories of you
Pumping
like a faucet running clear and pure then becoming ***** so no one will drink it's filthy waters
Pumping
Like the fiery engine on a train heaving burning embers, whistling, whisking it's passengers far away from home
Pumping
Like the thick blood throbbing through my thin veins, every time I think of those eyes
Pumping
Like the ghost of the beat in your chest next to my ear drums beating,
beating
as I fall asleep
My blood is pumping out of my body with no second heart to hold it, my love pumping out of me, wasted and forgotten
Pumping from an infinite pool of love for you that will continue rushing
If only, you would care to accept it
If only you could be mine and I could be yours and we would hold each other under the stars and see their lights in our eyes, the universe above, around, and in us, filling our entire beings
If only you would hold me.
Your lips on mine my hands in your hair your hands on my waist forever entwining
like two vines
Growing
The longer they grow, the more entangled they become, the harder it is to tell where one starts and one begins
I have forgotten where I end and you begin.
But you are gone, your vines have slithered through my soul, disappearing
leaving empty tunnels
creating crevices until one day it will finally
collapse
But for now, your invisible vines remain, and I convince myself I am whole
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Moon in eastern sky
And mist melds mountains with trees,
Lantern is sailing west.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 5:14 PM UTC
The dream haunts me
often, far too often, building
in intensity but is initially
disguised in absurdity and the
nonsense of a young man's lusts
with an old man's deficits.
This woman-like entity,
ill-defined at first but forming
voluptuously, emerges from
swelling curtains. She moves, more
levitates, toward my bed, buoyed
by what I don't know, but angelic-like
it would seem. Or perhaps
an Aphrodite reincarnate?
Oh this goddess, what pale
skin, as Parian marble, full bosomed,
jutting ******* ***** that
beckon, nearly drool, and pursed
red lips beaded with sweet
juice stolen from the wild cherry
tree beneath my window.
Far too much clarity for a simple
dream. But such a dream! And what
seething testosterone I feel!
I am become a hedonist, raging,
pulsing spermatozoa, renewed
of time and youthful energies.
Nerve into nerve we join, ecstacy
compounding ecstacy, bodies wantonly
impaling the other on this love bed
to the result that each cell of our
individualities melds. We are indistinct,
yes - as one, and any ****** impulse
between us is shared to the point of
utter exhaustion, depletion. I am
nearly drained of life, it would seem.
Then, as it always must,
the scene changes, Act II.
Inexplicably, shedding a ******
serpentine-like skin, she slings it away
and drops limply upon me - entirely
skeletal, dry cartilage, sinew, lifeless,
sexless, motionless. The horror
of a diabolical hollowness
stares through me, and I am
suspended, fully terrorized, in
this paralysis. So, this is
succumbing to the Succubus?
God, my dear God, that I should
never dream again!
--
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 10:25 AM UTC
*Moon in eastern sky
And mist melds mountains with trees
Lantern is sailing west*
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
"Write hard and clear about what hurts." -- Ernest Hemingway
It hurts that my grandmother might not be around for my wedding
It hurts that my grandfather may be, but may not remember it
It hurts that I live so far my from people I love
It hurts knowing they will hurt when I tell them I want to move clear across the country
It hurts that I am stuck here, facing people I would rather avoid
It hurts that a place I called home has turned on me
It hurts more that I may be imagining they have turned on me
It hurts to think I may have disappointed the first person to give me a chance
It hurts that people I once called friends will speak so bitterly about me
It hurts that, ten months later, I so strongly miss someone who melds perfectly with us
It hurts that she would rather run than even attempt to see what it's like
It hurts that she may act so calm, as if nothing happened
It hurts that her facade is so strong, while mine crumbles at the sight of her
It hurts that the longer we go on, the more we risk becoming "that creepy older couple"
It hurts that it hurts him, when I still speak of wanting another
It hurts that I would not be complete without one or the other
It hurts that so many friends are married, and growing families
It hurts that I will have to defend my own choices in growing mine
It hurts that I must defend my family to my family
It hurts that so many people work the job that pays the bills, and the job they really love
It hurts that the job I love must be revealed strategically
It hurts that who I am must be revealed strategically
It hurts anticipating the hurt that will come from that judgement
It hurts when I try to broaden my horizons, and I can see the hurt in my best friend's eyes
It hurts watching people not fulfill their full potential
It hurts watching people work so hard, but still gain so little
It hurts working so hard in my job, becoming so tired that my joy, my passion falls by the wayside
It hurts that we work so hard for things that do not truly comfort us
It hurts that we take so little for granted
It hurts that we take so many for granted
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
Even in the darkest beast, one can find beauty.
If they look through the eyes of love.
Seeking a fading light, just out of reach
as the heavens reign from above.
Too soon, two souls become one,
While two hearts are left longing.
Darkness melds upon two minds
they're chemistry is haunting.
A connection so strong it spans the distance.
Feelings are so real,
one can feel the others touch.
Yet both their hearts will heal.
The realm of desire turns to ash
as the moon sets low upon us.
to need you so bad and not to receive
we both shall turn to dust.
Feeding off the dismal past
true love it will prevail.
two shadow;s dancing in the night
their friendship will not fail.
Tempers flare as longings go unfilled.
Both fighting an attraction that can't be real.
he has instilled a certain reality,
she now begins to feel.
A calmness in the darkness, a silence so surreal.
they dance within the keyboard,
in lacy shades of teal.
They both live in a fantasy...knowing it can't be real.....
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
It's the danger that draws them near
It's the blood that keeps them here
I feel it flowing through your veins
Bringing a blush to your lovely face
Can you feel me in your neck
Creeping into your head?
Blurring the lines of life and fantasy
Of what was real before me
Maybe it's not what I say that makes you mine
It's the smile that runs sparks through your spine
Or the eyes slow and warm
Sinking into yours
Makes you feel like a ghost
For a moment free of flaws
The very thing I want the most
Or perhaps you're nothing at all
You can't predict me
Can't place me
Can't see into me
Can't be free of me
I am everywhere
Like smoke in a dim room
Lulling you anywhere
A dream made just for you
Take the bet and toss the dice
I'll always win with these snake eyes
And all the cards played oh so right
I'll take the chips before your eyes
Are you scared? You're breathing so hard
But you can't turn back you've come too far
Your heart is beating so very fast
But you're finally here at last
Fingers like feathers grace your skin
Leaving trails of fire from beginning to end
Too much to take at once
A lot of work for a bit of fun
Hands moving to and fro
Drawing warmth from deep below
Meeting piercing eyes
So blue and deep as a mine
Drinking the heat as you drown
In a sea of sapphire pulling you down
Skin melds together into soft red velvet
Froze your lips so I know you felt it
More than two bodies we are two souls
Spinning through the stars hot as coals
Fall into my atmosphere
And find me here
Time doesn't know how to get in
It will wait for us until the end
The deeper you get the more you see
Everything is strange inside of me
Nothing is as it seems
Intoxication sinking into your dreams
Like a walk on thin air
I'll take you everywhere
Before you know it your feet are up
You'll be swept away in this moment of us
You could surely get used to this
Wrapped in cool grace and burning mystery
It was only a moment of true bliss
Let's see if you can catch me
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
hangover anxieties where the world melds
waiting for insanity all I need to do is sleep
cuddle my lover, be with the angel of my soul
and stop working off prior expectation as to what and where and why and who.
I'm gonna be completely fine.
next combination won't include MDMA, beer, and coffee in the morning.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
*Moon in eastern sky
Glow mist melds mountains with trees
Lantern sailing west*
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
I bet her name is Lola.
After all, she fits the part,
all little girl, sweetheart,
bow in hair and storybook ringlets,
bouncing down the halls
on pretty shoes
that I would never wear.
I bet she places her small hand
on your arm when she flirts,
eyelashes ablaze
and head tilted,
inadvertently charming her way
into adulthood.
I bet her voice is sweet,
crackling with forced sexuality
as she melds childhood innocence
with the politics of growing up,
trying to get the best of both worlds
and almost succeeding.
I bet her wide smile falters
when she walks away,
as she realizes the impression she has made
and, too proud to turn back,
continues down the hall
feeling tall
and yet invisibly small,
little girl, sweetheart
in search of rebellion.
I watch her, and
I wonder what
her problem is.
I bet her name is Lola.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
The voice of Morgan Freeman can make flowers sprout
Penguins march like an army to the rhythm of his voice
The voice of an opera singer may break glass
But his just melds it back together
I'm pretty sure
Somewhere
He's narrating my every footstep
My every breath
My every twitch
He's somewhere looking down on me
Giving the best play by play ever
His deep bellowing voice
Opens the worn hole
Helps break Tim Robbins out of Shawshank
And helps batman save Gotham
The only thing he can't do
Is get me through high school
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 6:41 AM UTC
Along the endless primal shore
I walk across the sandy floor
To quest the riddle of the door
The seed of life's infinite core
Countless waves bring the force of rhyme
To all the colors that I find
Reflecting in the sea of time
The yesterdays it leaves behind
The puzzle melds into collage
The vagaries of truth's mirage
What culmination could assuage
It's mighty rambling barrage
The repetitions cycle on
To form the tambour of the dawn
I sing a simple flowing song
Of what I'd be before too long
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
*common chilling sights--
i see humanity
ungranted
ice nucleators--
mutual lives underground
buffered dots of heat
Jupiter winds glow
revivals there and then --
red swirls of lust
twelve conquests past
all creatures skyclad
in that loose zodiac belt
unconditional
dark solstice
deepest love
festive thanks
at dread allayed--
more roasted birds
.
the same sun,
snowflake years
uniquely melt
.
still Fall-ripe,
matunda ya Kwanza
nourish unity
.
only a nick,
the green knight forgives
saint sir Gawain
.
winter thin
Shakyamuni trees
entangle star rays
.
Dōngzhì recurs--
tangyuan and dumpling soup
warm ears and hearts
.
Lucy brightens
Advent's tidal frost
sugar powder blind
.
strong eyelids--
holy corpses
smile again
.
endyear eyelids pull
open --
Summer's chain emails
.
i nightgaze here too--
Yalda Shab brightens birth night
vermillion sweet eve
.
gelt to gifts--
sacred lights remembrance
wonders burning yet
.
obstacles embraced
powdered elephant dance
ancient clouds of lore
.
of country dwellers
gifted greatest gifts--
pentacles outshine
.
hot planets glint
subtle light unseen and far --
night sky snow
transaeonic squint
textured sense illumes vast space
light trails interweave
evergreen bird womb
coos beyond my porch--
fireplace ignites
Februa nears--
thermals gather itch for
one last indulgence
Hubble vision melds
an interspecies lens--
"home" descends anew
integral trust--
grapes freeze by vintner's paths
of future sweetness
moss between toes
Spring ooze effluvia
giddy spine sky high*
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
It is not yet dawn,
but still, I awaken
to the soft patter
of nighttime summer rain.
Gently it falls,
the warm breeze
ruffles the trees.
Branches caress my window,
reminiscent of some nightmare
now long gone.
Startling at first,
the rustle of branched fingers
soon melds with the soft drizzle.
Soothing and tender,
Nature’s melodies lull me
back to sleep.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
As I laying dreaming one night,
I lay on my porch staring at the sky,
my vision blurred with the onset of sleep,
a smile on my face.
I floated off into the distance,
mind sent downstream,
collective experience open before me,
I find that I have no resistance.
I am not where I was,
I lay in a field of flowers,
stretched beyond sight,
it is here that I want to die.
Hands and knees,
above me I see a girl,
she's wearing a summer dress,
her outline slightly different from the rest.
The sun beats down,
the flowers reach up,
drips of sunshine hit the grass,
the girl's dress melds with the sky.
I don't know who or what she is,
I don't know where she's come from,
why she's here,
but she's all I want.
I reach up towards her hand,
the flowers heed my call,
hand in hand,
I can't evade her draw.
Our hands touch,
the cliché is broken,
her hand is filled not with first loves,
but the warmth of nostalgia flooding back again.
On her palm rests,
fond times out on the lake,
overcoming family deaths,
of what family we have left,
and in the end that's all we've got.
I take her hand in mine,
and in return I give it all back,
songs and stories,
defeats and glories.
We lay back against the sky,
dreams and tears both go by,
wishing for the gift of flight,
basking in a unfamiliar sun's light.
In a flash it's all gone,
I think that perhaps I was wrong,
I'm always singing the same tune,
saying that I love you,
just me and the moon.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
I see a spark
In my mind's eye;
The spark melds two
And once lit never goes away.
A spark so bright it leaves no choice
Or room to roam love's other corridors,
Its magnetic pull sufficient
To never want to let it die.
I see a spark,
Just in my mind;
That I think I once saw with my eyes,
And now I think that I've lost sight.
I see a spark with someone new,
Illusion or delusion of grandeur?
Make new friends? Keep the old?
Prospecting when I've found the gold?
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
*Moon in eastern sky
And mist melds mountains with trees
Lantern is sailing west*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Noise from these cars
hauling *** melds
together into
a concerto
for commerce
As I listen I can hear
change
fall gently, gently down
from the driver's
pockets
into the street
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Each atom, and the protons in its shell,(not to forget them too)
Vibrates when the damp rush of your
Breath melds to my flesh
Quickening my spirit with
Each and every Sip and blow,
Rocking me to and fro
As I wonder,
Why do you bewitch Me,
So Much.
~AD~
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
He ratchets a smile
she sins in her heart
and he pallets a romance
she fearfully starts
He catches her breath
in a bottle of time
and melds her aroma
to shards of his mind
She sketches a portrait
betrayed by the dawn
and illuminates fantasies
kept all along
He pallets a romance
she smothers it slow
and he shatters the bottle
that she overflows
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
Suddenly your mind; a piece of the intangible universe melds into
its first home.
Perhaps, that explains the
sleepy eyelids.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Today's name chosen for you, my love, is Saulė. Do you like its sound? She is Goddess of Sun, from where my people come. Where she is protector of orphans, where she casts warmth, where an enormous smith made and threw her. Call me Mėnuo if you will, as I am just a moon, circling the orphaned Earth. Our marriage is destined, and my light is yours, a reflection of your solar pulses. These legends have it, many a mix up between us. Stories do go that way. There is a shadow on me. It grows. Eventually, splits me in half. Then, you watch as I disappear. Yet, I return and grow again in your light, giving guidance to orphans traveling by night. This is the Zodiac's grand command and as we spin about, time, other orbs and Universalist theory melds. A marriage of millennium is at hand and our master smith, with his hard hammer, keeps the sparks flying. New stars and galaxies emerge, and shouldn't they? Seems the story just keeps getting better.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Hello there, come in .
Welcome to the world of broken rocks
Air filled with thoughts,
Inferno's of Nature.
Interwoven, ever-still flowing, making fluid resonance
Split apart, into more complex creations
Melds of clay, resided in soulful intention,
Building up life filled, so called pensions
I'd call them more, a well full of worthwhile meh - mer - rants
Sifted through an instant blink of lives constraints.
States of one's loss in harmless consideration,
Yet alert simultaneously,
Sleeping inside awake.
Resides the content of your mind
Visions of the life you have chosen to create.
The paths walked, free or through fates. . .
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
Love is not the silly game we play, of who's going to call whom first;
Love is the beautiful dance I perform with the idea of you.
The way our bodies swirl and touch,
The way your soul melds into mine.
The way my heart heats up, and my whole being weighs down with warmth.
My hands hurt when I touch your essence; your presence in my fingers burns me.
I dance with the ethereal you, with a soft piano waltz lamenting in the distance.
I jump, waiting for you to catch me,
I'm stuck in the air.
The being that I dance with is intangible, it's not really there.
But I'm stuck in the air,
And I hope that you come to soften the blow when I fall.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC