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ipoet Jan 2013
Dance music,
Damp heat and talk,

Drifts to halcyon days of,
Seventies groove and Afro's ruffled,

In the political funk of,
Freedom fighters and platform shoes,

Cadillac language,
Smooth and languid,

Dripping off honey colored lips like,
Melting chocolate...

It's a card trick,
And we are mesmorised by,

Furtive glances,
Over fanned cards,

Fascinated by the sleight of hand,
And the afternoon light,

Our soft voices and loud giggles,
Caught in a trick of time,

Heavy with love and breakfast but,
One will not survive.
The curse that once consumed me
As the mordern tech allowed him to find me at first I ignored his attempts with an lol but he continued I gave in little I didn't think I entered with my whole gave him my soul my body I felt alive and dead at the same time his eyes big brown mesmorised my intelligence his light skin beautiful long hair with my fingers inside it was not magic but mistycal he became my world I flaunted him I was happy little did I expect the eminent pleasure I gave him he was to be my forever it was written in my smile
But he killed it tore me had me questioning my beauty my love it wasn't enough he was a curse I couldn't forget depression deep in to presures of stress I fell into a slum a loss of happiness anger consumed me and he didn't care all he wanted was forgiveness without a valid reason I hope it was worth it now he's beauty hides and I don't see it he's presents repulse me and leaves him ugly in my eyes he's smile is like that cheap chineas heel that broke in the street while I was walking attention is what I gave him my hope and all he offered was depression without a valid answer a curse for me to forget.
#lost an idiot I loved
Alexandra Provan Jun 2017
I arrived earth shattering
Nails in my heels
Ready to crack concrete
Unwilling to be moved
Feet firmly on the ground
With a stubborn dignified silence
Or a speech I'd rehearsed
For the past three years
Unsure of which I might need.
He sits down in front of me
Gaze avoiding
Looking as if he can already sense the bitterness
Already feel the heat
Of all the space between.
He orders something unfamiliar  
And I wonder if it tastes like regret
Finally drinking down the consequence
He poured for us both
All those years ago.
In his face I sense a shame
And I think I'm supposed to be smug
That this is supposed to be the retribution
I craved for so long
This meet -
Him, with his cup of bitter
Me, dealt a dose of sweet.
I'd always envisioned this was the time
I'd finally taste some vegence
But all that's here is bittersweet
Saturating the space around us
Like there's no way to divide.
He musters some courage to look at me
Green eyes pierce
Just as fiercely now as they did back then
Stare right through the pupils
To the insides of the girl
Who's heart he ripped from it's chest.
I can't even fight it
It so immediately burns through
All the pain
All this strength and all this healing
Every scrutinised thing
I'd spent the last three years dealing with
The never ending proverbial glue
I'd used to forge myself whole
Suddenly becomes redundant
These cracks shining through.
My feet are no longer steady
I've forgotten all that made me reborn
I was supposed to find my voice  
Salvage this final rise
With an opportunity to bask in integrity
And finally leave it behind.
Instead I am 22 again
Mesmorised
Stomach churning
He always did have the ability to melt the ice
I built myself on
Like no one else I've ever met.
I hold his gaze a little longer than I should
He reads my eyes like a familiar book
And I know this game
And how it ends
But my heart is thumping his name against my chest
So loudly
It drowns out all the memories and words
I've sat with every day since he left.

I purposefully forget to remind myself
That he's the worst idea I ever had
Because I'm staring at his lips
And all I can think about
Is how much I want them on mine.

His mouth always did taste like hope.
Inspiration Jun 2016
Under your spell,
mesmorised
hypnotised
The deep low monotone
with a cute little giggle,
fascinating mind
free flowing
intriguing,
Aye

I want to understand
swim freely through your mind
And find

New thoughts
Inspiring my mind
opens up
the endless red vibes
Pouring through  
My mind into my thighs

Pure desire
on fire.

You affect me like a vibrant flower
Opening to the sun
Seeing the light and feeling the heat
Touching without touching
Feeling without feeling
Magical
So much beauty is within

Beats playing
Gyrating
Sowing seeds
Oil dripping
Down,
Body's entwined
slowly gliding
Wet silky beautiful.
Rhythm increasing, slowly decreasing
Teasing
Sweet feeling...
Listen to A christmas tale by jvalent1 #np on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/jvalent1/a-christmas-tale
Olivia Kent Sep 2013
Last Love!

Haunting my heart you came.
Entered my head as a spectre of time.
Dressed in an aura of aubergine.
Invaded my very thoughts.
Build a bridge to span my sighs.
Gently you kiss my memory.
Hopefully not really goodbye.

I'm mesmorised.
Stuck sat in a satin dream.
Shining gloriously.
Bleeding a little.
Portents were given .
I shall not pretend.
Could not heed the omens.

Fell in love, my friend.
Don't know how.
Know not why.
You are different.
Believing that your brain is true.
Uttered words maybe insincerely.
Death will come and ****** me.
Before I love again!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Toni Cezeal Dec 2012
Mesmorised by Your beauty
Your radiance
Just one glance
Your glorious countenance
Your love weakens my very soul
I smile.
Your eyes burn with love.
Your Presence radiates
Loudly.
In splendor.
There is no denying.
You are my One, and Only.
Forever.
Forever Yours.
Queen Aug 2014
Take away all those things related to love, blindon me from love at first sight so I may not fall into an early death of a broken heart all over again. Erase the moments that ever made me feel good inside because of him, those short significant hours, minutes and seconds we'd be mesmorised by each others presence because I want to forget it, I want to forget everything to prevent myself from useless tears that obliviously fall down my empty soft hands. If God is all I have, I have everything I need.
Words
Floating around
Inside my cider
Mirrored reflections
To quaff
A berry haze
Of memories
Distorted echoes
Like runic symbols
Coated in a pale blood
Indistinct
Chaotic
Beautifully mesmorised
And as sublime
As time

by Jemia

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