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zebra Feb 2017
forgive me my darling
hollow beauty
but seeing you so gaunt
sunken dark eyes
and skin like gray soap
makes me feel
your easily breakable
already so close to death
my **** could crack your pelvis
and bird delicate ribs

inspired skeleton dancing
your body exclaims to all
a sensual exhibition
of slow suicide
my bloodless blossom
brave breatharian
your favorite math
by multiplied
delicious starvations

you may need a strong man
deaths final instrument
who will love you
with tender crushes
darkly ******

come naked
spread wide my lovely grotesque
nestle in my arms
coffins embrace
to be bruised
while tremulously kissed
i will turn you to crumbles and powder
to finish sweetly
what you have started so long ago
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ******
If i where a film maker or a novelist  you  would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias  
These poems  are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive  impulses we all share
Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again  you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me
Pyrrha Jul 2018
I want
To fall in love with someones smile
To swoon under their gaze
To become dizzy with their touch

I want
To crave someone like an addiction
To nestle up to their warmth
To get an adrenaline rush from their scent

I want
To hold them and never let go
To tell them how much I love them everyday
To keep discovering them like it's my personal quest

I want
To give them my heart
To love them for all that they are
To keep them from the tainted world

I want
But what can I do with these contaminated hands?
How dare I try to hold them close with these hands of mine flowing thick with lies?
To tell them sweet nothings with my corrupted tongue?

My love
Is like a wildfire
Sudden, quick, and innocent
Without my permission my little spark turned into a flame
And consumed everything that contained a letter in your name

My love
Is like a wildfire
Untamed, ephemeral, and dangerous
It destroys all it touches,
Breaking barriers, burning bridges
It envelopes everyone in its warmth leaving no option but to run or turn to ash

Beware of my wildfire love
You cannot leave unscathed
I leave a scar

Beware of my wildfire, love
Because I'll burn enough for us both
I'll keep you warm on cold nights and dry on rainy days
I will set your heart ablaze and love you with all the force of my wildfire

Beware of my love,
It can't be forgotten nor replaced
This is the first time posting a poem on here as I am a new member, I hope whoever stumbles upon my work enjoys and relates!
Erin Mar 17
Follow the sun,
little one.
Follow the sun
open your eyes,
rise. But
settle, too, nestle in,
Fool Oct 2015
You flip, you writhe;
the outline of your body dripping onto me.
And how could I,
spectator and obsessed child,
stop salivating at the sight of your shapeless body?

The lights die into your hips,
your cheek melting in dim slate blue.
Your lips hover above mine.
Your eyes whisper "******" ;
please **** me,
so that I may never see another light again.

And your formless dancing,
a quill that drips in colorless ink.

If I cut you open,
you would bleed oceans into me;
the blood of a god,
water as clear as my love for you.

Your movements hiss,
your shadow tangles.

Let me touch you.

But your lips curve
and you
prance away from me.
What hides behind your teeth?
What secrets nestle under your tongue?

I've never seen a creature as wild as you.

Your eyes whisper

**** me,
so that I may never
The Crash of the Waves ,
The Stillness of the Sand ,
Life at the Ocean is a Contrast Grand .
The Depth of the Sea ,
The High and Low Tides
The Ocean gives Positive Vibes.
The School of Vibrant Fish
A distinct Wave Swish .
The Bright , shining Sun ,
The Cool Breeze over the Ocean .
The Vastness of the Aquamarine that Nestle,
The Diminutiveness of the Cruising Vessels .
Small ,Thatched Hutments under the Tall Green Coconut Grooves,
In Tranquility here the Day Moves.
Smell the Sea , Feel the Sky
A PostCard Perfect Mixture  ,
The Beauty of the Ocean has a Winsome Contrast Picture !
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Inspired to write when i scrolled through the picture gallery of our recent holiday to #The Seychelles#Happy memories #Beauty of the Ocean...23.04.2019
Deb Jones Oct 2017
I watch my little hummingbird
The **** on my porch

He perches on the nearest branch
Waiting for the worse

His fellow hummers try to sip
And he rushes to bomb them away

I hide feeders
In the hummingbird tree

Where the other hummers
Nestle the precious young

I have six other feeders around the yard
He thinks they all belong to him

I watch him from the window
His fat little body at rest

He has picked a strategic point
So he can see all six

He seems to be more aggressive when I go outside

As if to prove he is doing his work
I never doubted it once

When I read on the swing
He rises silently till he hovers above my book

Like a little Blackhawk copter
Eye to eye, trying to give me an intimidating look

His beautiful breast iridescent
Green and purple in the sun

Little filigree wings
Like intricate ironwork

His wings beat so fast
He flys backwards

He lives with me year round
In the warm California sun

Little nature’s jewelry
Thank you Sir.

You have given me great joy
Over the years
Sombro Aug 2018
Lacquer metal, finest degree
Eggshell maiden dancing, skirts turned free
Tossed leaf nestle, a glory in a hidden theatre
Dark privileged passions creep in and listen.

The dirt around your feet compacted,
The dress around your friends contrived
But you look so natural in those seams of transplacental
Defied by the native over-leaf

What privileged thought found comfort there
What Rubenesqued dresses blushed in joy
At white marble hugging thought
And privileged smells adorning your excitement

The path beyond your feet leads nowhere
For your sight spins where your feet lead
Round and round in close circles
Amongst those eyes who cracked your paint
MJL Mar 11
Rows of starched green and yellow paisley feather stalks
Marching in ordered lines along the road to 57 Eldon Way
Hot dogs and char burgers charge the air with yesterday's homecoming
Buds of moxie memories tipping long ears to big blue
Listening to the chickadees vocal pecking at kernels from the past
Morsels fall to the dirt signal life again for those willing to root
Pulled magpies to lines spy intimate joy-scattered seed below
Promising fortunes creased by hourglasses settled sand
White washed porches with rose printed borders
Nestle a "his and her" swing vantage over familiar fields
Imagined better-time scenes from selfie soaked movies
More real than all the forgotten stones ever stepped upon
Sweet tea sugar fills tall glasses of yarn spun dreams
Glory red and navy rippling a windy beat
To the clang of their steal pole clasp
Swing with them and recall a time of slower horizons
Of richer baskets
Of brighter springs
Of longer summers
Take a dip in the swimming hole
Naked, together, and happy

© 2019 MJL
Eldon is the Iowa town brought to life in Grant Wood's American Gothic painting. 57 is my favorite ketchup and everything best about being human... The poem reflects a memory of returning to a simpler time with improved perspective, remembering what we want. Magpies symbolize good luck, optimism and also deception.
Diadema L Amadea Dec 2018
ini, si bucin.
dasar bucin.
mau mauan aja, bucin.
jangan bucin kenapasih.

salah menyampaikan sayang ?
salah menyuarakan cinta ?
salah mengekspresikan kasih ?

itu semua salah ?
terlebih terhadap pasangan.
sana sini memandang, bucin.
kenapa ?
berlebihan ?
ya. demi botol nestle kemarin, mungkin berlebihan tapi tidak juga.
apakah lebih baik pistol dan pisau daripada bunga dan pita ?

iya aku juga bingung,
bucin dianggap remeh
seperti benda yang harus dilepeh.
ada apa si dengan bucin ?
makhluk hidup yang mengekspresikan rasanya kan ?
ah tidak tau.
tapi semenjak aku bertemu dia,
aku tidak apa disebut bucin
karena ikhlas, membuat lengkung di bibirnya
salah satu pencapaianku.

sudah ya,
pokok pikirannya tidak dapat.
sudah pusing.

salam bucin !
zen Aug 2018
The many martyrs of boredom
make haste to their next death,

They nestle in their noodles
Over bowls of ramen
Ramming their frontal lobes in their palms,
In hazy rooms, staring in the hearts of tinted corridors
Dim lit lamps stand courageous,
Smoking kettles,
alarms the listener to lunge merrily
his lazy lagoon
Boris Sitnikoff Nov 2018
See her nestle the baby in her arms
Hold him close to her *****
Tears down her face
As she hears his mouth smacking on her
She looks beyond the sky
Mutters, "Thank you"
This is a man of promise
This is a man of hope
This is a man that will carry the torch of life to the next age

See her nestling in the embrace of her beloved
Hold her as a tree's shadow holds the grass of the ground
His eyes upon the baby he begot
As his vision penetrates his darling's soft flowing hair
He looks beyond the sky
Utters, "Our Lord has given us an arrow"
"Let me be your bow,
And Your glory we shall show
To nations we shall go
In Your body we shall grow"

See their eyes close
As the rain pours
Storms surge
Wing roars
Waves purge
As the lightning strikes
Thunder claps
Wolves bite
Ravens flap
As the jet fighters rip through the sky
As the helicopters project a deep sigh
As all the rockets and bullets fly
As all the radio transmissions die
See their eyes close

In peace.
Evan Stephens May 26
Sword lilies
play in the noon.
The spending sun
is a yellow wild.
We drink champagne
for the hell of it,
because and

I carry you
with twining
laughter to
the bedroom.
The sloping thigh
of night, under
a palm moon.

You nestle into the
crook of my arm,
movies play out in
green breath foam.
We drink
paper planes.

We drink gin, too.
The squares of London
skirt your legs
as we dream
with lavender.

You annihilate
with your merest
gesture as we turn
Turkish vinyl.

Cursive stars are
scrawled with
new romance.

We drink champagne
for the hell of it,

because and because.
Mark Jan 20
O' sandy shells, o' sandy shells; I know
Why pearly armor 'neath the sand conceal.
The whisper tells, the hearted tells of woe
From windy lisps, begotten ears then seal.
The hush foretells, that love foretells, of pain;
A grief that hollowed clams, collect and feel.
To ease the spells, that love-lost spells refrain,
That lovers old; with broken shells, can heal.
O' empty wells, o' loveless wells; rejoice!
As by the sea; the tiny shells will steal
The burning cells, the lovelorn cells and voice
And nestle where; nostalgic sands congeal.

Yes lover's bells, O' magic bells; let shine!
Turn not to shells, like many shells of mine.
Em Dec 2018
Jagged tooth and satin ears
He curls up at the feet of my stone blockage.
Finds a place to nestle
to listen to the walls echoing of underlying issues.
All before him allowed darkness to wither them away
to let the harrowing details of the heart crush them.
They always ran when all was screamed to the heavens.
He only breathed calm beneath the avalanche of emotions.
Licked the hand of the one sobbing and releasing.
He handled every tear that came his way without a scamper in the other direction.
Tonight he came to rest for one last time.
To hear the cries of his lifetime friend.
Only tonight, the only screams were that over his dying corpse.
Tonight, he licked the hand of his best friend and let the waves of afterlife overcome him.
He had curled up at the feet of my stone blockage
To listen to the walls echo despair over his death.
I lost my dog December 4th, 3:24 am. He was my best friend, the only one who knew anything about me. I could tell him things I didn't know I would even be able to release from my mind. Now he's gone. I can't even sleep because I don't feel his body laying against mine. I hope he's alright wherever he has gone away to. I love you Rock.
OnwardFlame Dec 2018
I thought I'd write about you some.

It's almost like a veil of complication and pain
Has somewhat lifted off of me
And I'm standing below the sheen fabric
Reaching up into it
And then letting my arms drop to my side.

I'm always kicking up pavement baby
You tell me you got a poem for me, crazy
But I ain't seen it
No where to be found.

We nestle and neck
Our long spines leading us up into--
Do you remember that day on set
Where I gave a speech and promptly sat
And went right back to work?

Your admiration and respect
It's something I hunted for with
A ferocious siren song
Like when I stood next to you on the boat
And you told me my make up was fantastical
That I was fantastical.

I believe you
I believe that statement most days
And in there somewhere
I love how I think you should and could love me
I used to think
Can't you see that I'm so good for you
Can't you see in all my prisms
I'm over here perfect for you?

The pain of that need
Has somehow faded
Maybe it's because I stabbed my fingers
Into a styrofoam skull
And I've gotten you to reply
That you adore me too.

I just can't sweat anymore
I try things out and I decide to try something better
I hope and I want
You to think of me in all the moments
You don't
But I'm not gonna torture myself over it
Not when I've decided I could play along.

I saw you in a way I haven't before
As I rode your body into the night
And longed for you three times
And though I want you baby
I know it's also just me
And my desire
That's how I just am.

There's something that's powerful there
You said you were so satisfied
And looked away and cried
Wiping away my tears while you held me
In your thin frame
It was only a matter of time
Until someone like you showed up.

I hope that deep down
In those bones you claim to be so closed off, so cold
That you look on this
With nothing but a multitude of immense love.

But also
I don't really need it anymore.
OnwardFlame Dec 2018
Fruits and enzymes nestle there
Toppled with a layer of blueberry syrup
Maybe some Jalapeño covered jams
It's like a never ending twirl
Ironed out white silk
A broken veil upon my head
I'm the invisible one.

When I speak and think on the life
I was born into
I see it whistle among the bark
Where insects with fairytale like wings surrender.

I stroke your face when I see you
Because I don't know how long I'll get to
And the arrogant side of me
Thinks I wanna be special and nourish you
In all the ways the ones before didn't.

Tokyo gleams from far away
With strobe lights sliding to and from
Neon ecstatic hibernating in a bright place
Harajuku girls echo from the window sill
Of every building I enter and exit
We enter and exit.

It's true
That I just need a little bit of cherishing
Words of affirmation from you
Just everyday
It's true
That I need solid communication
It's true
That in the tango we dance
Side by side
I share, a well of flies surrounding my honey ***
Your honeycomb
I'm oozing flavors of sensuality
But I buzz the loudest for you.

It's almost really frustrating
Because I've got the snouts and mouthes
Of men around me
But yet I still reach the hardest for you.

I know you must see
That I buzz among them
When I need to feel freedom.

My words, watch them now
No ugliness meant
But somewhere in the light
I visualize and green and blue
Hitting your face the morning you held me
And said so closely to my eyes
"Next time, and then next time after that"
Tumbling in and out, I could have sat up
Straight into the sunlight
You came in like a hurricane
And I've always identified with hurricanes.

Something about home
Maybe it's in the way that every little interaction
With the past
Or my brothers and I bickering
Because there is an acute loss in our hearts
We have to leap over
Like the peacocks and chickens
We watched move and glide all around us

I was taking off on a big plane this time last year
I fell in love and almost got killed while I was there
Late in the graffiti, the rain pouring loudly all around me
I've never known such self-possession
I've never known such trust in strangers
And in moments it swung like a pendulum
Right or left
In the rain drenched streets of Vienna
Where I loved myself.

My love for myself has felt drained lately
Sometimes I think I'm such a self-important *****
Standing in glitter and gold
Holding a microphone
There she is: The Little Southern Girl That Could.

It's in the heat of that self loathing
That sometimes I dream up the best worlds.

I have to get ready now baby.
Butter my lips, my thighs
To sit and feign a smile all night
And watch my father
Walk the other way
At the end of the night.

I fear betrayal
Abandonment I've gotten to know well
And I know you lie awake late into the night
Buzzing, buzzing the loudest
I see you and have gotten to where I can sense
How your spirit contemplates
Or rests on it's side
I never want to be demanding, selfish
I text back
But the truth is,
I am.

I am all of those things
Selfless, incredibly generous
And sometimes I just want and need
Words of love
Looks from your eyes
And I think
We are chipping away at all this work
This relationship we have
And I spin away from my own reflection.

The truth is--
I've got the words tattooed to the inside of my arm
And I hope some time
You'll stop and take the time to read it
Without me even noticing.

I think perhaps you know it well
But is in the words I write
That I think and hope
I get to show you a piece of myself
I otherwise may--
Could not.
And that's why I always long for words back
From you
Because I need to see the naked parts
The selfless, incredibly generous
Parts of you too.

But lastly,
In this mound of letters I brought you
I wanna say that I'm glad
That for whatever reason
You stand strong
And intrigued
To twirl right with me
Even if my veil is broken.

— The End —