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Cingyeng Vang Aug 2018
He stared at me with a new pair of eyes
They were eyes of harmonic oceans
Like if he had been starstruck, staring at the reflected starry sky
His mighty waves washed over my heart of magma
Then my volcanic ****** heart broke like the hatching of doves

The way he looked at me…
It comforted my weeping
They looked at my pitiful beauty
Tenderly emphasizing me with love
And continuously captured our precious moments together

Beautiful are the eyes that laugh with such joy
And cry without shedding tears
They talk to me more than lips ever could

Never ignore my presence
Look at the door of my soul and not the dry ground
Don't hide your face from me, like how the stars hide behind the clouds
Out of shame, don't push away the tides
Look at me again with those oceanic eyes
Ephesians 4:31-32
Once an enemy, now someone I love.
Angelina Aug 2016
How do I put it?
Your eyes
Crystal clear emeralds shielding utter mystery
I'm trying to find the words
To compete with your beauty
Bear with me for a while
Delights reflecting the sun rays
Incompetent habits of mine trying to serenade
Everything you've ever planted inside of me
Can't you see?
Oceanic pearls hidden under the sea
Driven wonders of destiny
I'm talking to you
No no,
The magnitude of astrology couldn't put into words
Your dazzling pair of stars glazing elegance  
Can't you see?
How you blind me...
zebra Jul 2018
flex and perspire my darling
would you mind a small suffering for craven kisses
to have your dark fig **** and drenching *****
stroked with a tickling finger lingering
and strong hands around your sweetly curved throat
that shunt the breath
to yield willingly for sharp-toothed nibbles with surprise tongue whipping?

will you present your soft belly and cupping *******
for dark cruelties that excite beyond tabulation
will you present yourself with smiles
and goddess leg show
sobbing for feral pink spires gleaming
while quivering thighs
turn hot red from the slap of the leather strap splitting stings?

will tears of love
mix in wild berry utterance
and flashing spitfire’s tongue?

are you made for this?
your every whimper an invitation
like an open pink gate
do you need the saint of dark desires to rescue you
from banal dim-witted all american in and out?

do you need to drown in oceanic wave tsunamis
of hot butter **** glitter, blood flooding gasms
and tender aftercare?

my wish
that you shimmer like silver
by the saint of sadism
popes of eros
who fill you with the milk of the moon
all stars that melt you into the depths of paradise

and that this dark ecstasy
is the only suffering you will ever know.
your pain is my pleasure
Skaidrum Apr 2017
─illustrations on the ceiling

i love the way
the sunlight ripples along his skin
with no complaints

"messiah"* the shadow talks
"of course he is"* i reply
and i resume to orchestrating my love

─little phobias

i wander aimlessly along his windows,
his eyes;
they are gates to afterlives unloved;
they are oceanic shrapnel
sky imprisoned infinities
a lapis point of view-
that i treasure

his heart is drenched
in my soul-
in a sweeter sickness-
in the liquid measure of my steps-
he mentions i'm contagious

i tell him he is my favorite way
to bleed

"september prodigy" the shadow babbles
"why?" i rasp
"sun at long last
kisses away
all the ghosts
harvesting from
the heart of the moon"

and i broke out into stars

─my serendipity

i love the raw
music of our conversations,
and how his voice
undresses me
and my monsters
so delicately
in fabrics of the dark

i love how his laugh
makes all the other planets
look dull;
how his smile
is the first step
to curing the blind

so the blind may know
what i know

"the symphony of seams"

i love how he is the shocking
of turning suicide notes
into paper cranes

of picking fights with death
so i may remain

i love the phoenix tucked in his soul
how it defines-
the altitudes-
the limits-
our existence he describes to me

"reincarnation?" the shadow asks
"every morning he wonders" i answer
and the fever invests it's time in me

"what is he to you?" the shadow murmurs

"besides broken flowers,
and ink blots shaped like rain
he is my favorite stairway to heaven.
neurosis in my palms
© Copywrite Skaidrum
Glass Jul 2018
the incipient
has salvaged the insides of a
censorious pastiche, where moiety details the nightstand
of expectation and sudden camaraderie
simplifying the closure of starvation that “promethean”
is visual ‘orange zest’
honeysuckle caramelization where there are two
romantics buried with guilt, and a master chess player that
recalls to be a citrus therapy and every "Sunday paper" is filled
with oceanic opulence discussing religious iconography
and I visualize a yellow moon cactus
obscene changes in a grey prolific office;
an expostulate (rescind) but avoidance is in an empty
peach pit; an exploitation becoming a strange

- G
Poetria Dec 2017
Perhaps I do not want to be poet
but to be the poetry
you carve into yourself
to be the thought
right before you close your eyes
to be the smile
climbing up your cheeks
to be your sunrise,
sunset, stars and sky
to be your moonlight,
and reflect your Oceanic blue
I do not know who you are anymore,
but I want to inspire flowers
from your mind
and I want to be able
to call you mine.
but she wants to be
Sincerely Em Nov 2016
Can I skip ahead in line, please?

Surely You can see ..

Plans haven't been going as planned
I've been roaming endlessly  

I need not to say my goodbyes
They've waived me that dance, You see -

I tried jumping out of Earth last time
But I just fell back into the seas

It's like swimming in oceanic galaxies
Suffocating on infinite catastrophes

Just as my head reaches the surface
The heavens collapse over me

They say I know nothing of my tears -
Nor of the world I sense or feel

So they caged me deep within their ribs, You see -
They claim it is safer in here ..

My breaths are only fading, inside
My eyes have not the strength to seek -
The light on the other side of their flesh -
Of their flesh in which they buried me

So I have been roaming endlessly ..

Wounded. Lost. Cannot breathe ..
Befriended by tears. Blinded. I know not of sleep

I see souls in a queue not ready to leave;
They have exhales from inhales yet to be breathed

But I'm just an ink-less broken feather
Over papers I weep
I cannot write down my sorrows
But I'm sure, You can see ..

I'm ready to die oh Lord!

Can I skip ahead in line, please?
Sincerely, Em
Graff1980 Sep 2018
Every single sentiment
you sent to them
was sediment,
evident deposits of
your oceanic scale of
intellectual love
that ran off from
the river it existed in
passing from
the predetermined pathways
of those intelligent waterways
and settling in a new sea
of salty perspectives.
Robin Lemmen Jan 27
It still scares me. The thought of being laid down by loving hands, gazing up at kind and gentle eyes. To feel safe in the arms of a long-ago stranger with a heartbeat now familiar as my own. I am mortified to undress and not hide the skin I was told would never be good enough. To not fear for these marks to make you uncomfortable. I am sorry if I may not be what you wished for me to be. It still scares me to trust the words of ones I love. They would never mean any harm, but humans are faulted. Flawed at heart. There simply is nothing to be said for the wounds healed over by salted tears. So I stray from your line of sight. Believe me, this is for your own good. Veer from the possibilities of infinite. This ache is no more than a temporary glimmer of what used to be called hope. An abandoned carnival, full of stories and ghosts hoping to find belonging. I am always taunted by the dark. Even if I still may call it home. Won't you come in? My doors are wide open. I can promise you sight and glory. I can promise forever and mean it too, but beware my empty promises. A beautiful painting. Won't you come and see my mismatch of watered down colors? Only those daring have seen my oceanic storms. The blues and black's that stand stark and lonely like wrote war-zones in my soul. Please come closer. It still scares me, but won't you? Come, won't you play haunted house with me?
My teacher told me,
"Write something.
It's required."
So, I did.

And it hurts,
to put it down
on paper,
to share it with the world.

But I was inspired.
He inspired me.
It's a mess of all the things in my head,
but it all comes back to him.

it hurts
when you see someone this attractive.
he has messy brown hair
with golden streaks

and eyes
like a oceanic abyss.
he smiles as if
i'm the funniest thing in the world.

and his laugh
is the music
my ears have unknowingly longed to hear
all my life.

he's a musician,
an actor.
his voice is like the rocks on the shores
that sirens lured sailors into.

it's the rough,
most beautiful kind
of angelic.

he's beautiful,
i think
i love him.

~Ashton Grayson Everly
i will never forget him
as long as i live.
he's the light
that has guided me from my darkness.
i fell for him once, then fell again.
and i can only hope for the best...
Amy Leigh Oct 2018
These    aches  — I  feel  them  through
the      neck   and   shoulders,   tension
up    through    cracks   and     crevices,
like       the       way      you      left    an  
impression. Fluid,  let's  move forward  
swift     and     sound.     Poignant    like
oceanic      waves   —   propelling!     or,  
neritic    waters — upwelling!  or   even,
tidal  sloughs or  currents— continuous.
I   will   feel  it  all — in like water to the
body, out   like   tears  from   the    eyes.
Admittedly,    the  horizon  does feel far
and    I  am   scared.   However,  maybe
I    am    not   lost  after  all,  maybe  the
journey is now  begging and  truthfully,
this   does  alleviate   some  of  the  pain.

© A. Leigh
I peer into
a tide pool and see
my mother
her image created by ripples of light

past her silver surface
an entire ecosystem is exists atop
a rocky outcrop

one with oysters and sea anemone
and spidery corals     and
small clusters of turquoise barnacle

my mother
is a tide pool full of diverse biologies
she is fertility

she is mutable and sea levels influence
her visibility
oceanic psychic powers at low tide

when my mother was pregnant
she was living
by a small beach with choppy waves

she was a clamshell
she was iridescent
creating a pearl

I peer into a tide pool and sea home
my mother ripples
she guides me through seagull cries

I find her at retreating
waves that reveal pools of blooming algae
watery wombs

she is a sky full of water and flying fish
and I am at home at every
body of water sprawled on the shoreline

When I remember YOU
I recite a song
I write a poem
I pen down lyrics
I pour out quotes
I dance my heart out
In my LOVE of YOU

Seeing myself doing
All sort of antics in LOVE
With tears in my eyes
I too laughed at myself

That is the fate of a LOVERz
My tears are bringing
Happiness on people's faces
So be it...!


Only when the sun blazes
Evaporating moisture from earth
For the dark clouds to form

Only when the clouds rain
The earth is soaked in tears
Those tears nourish the
Bud to become flower of LOVE
And the world smiles

That is the fate of a LOVERz
My tears are bringing
Happiness on people's faces
So be it


When bird of LOVE came
And sat on my heart's branch
We were "wings in flight"
But when the bird flew away
My leaves & fruits withered

It was destined - without our knowledged
We exchanged a SOUL-LOVE-connect
And nourished the
Dream of LOVE for my BELOVEDz

That is the fate of a LOVERz
My tears are bringing
Happiness on people's faces
So be it


I hold salt of LOVE in my hand
While standing in lashing rain

I try to grab the golden dust
When there is a strong blizzard

I flowed with the mountain spring
Galloping down the gushing stream
Towards my BELOVEDz ocean
Without realizing that
Humans have built dams all along
To stagnate my LOVE desires

It was then I realized
These are mere "TESTS" of being a LOVERz

Those who see me and
See my LOVE hopes -

That is the fate of a LOVERz
My tears are bringing
Happiness on people's faces
So be it


I kept on building sand castles
Near the oceanic waves
Near my BELOVEDz home

I tried building a palace
With a pack of cards
When the gush of wind was strong

I keep planting the seeds of LOVE
Knowing my prayers are yielding fruits
Those fruits are plucked, sold and
Eaten in the world markets
As materialistic goods

That is the fate of a LOVERz
My tears are bringing
Happiness on people's faces
So be it


I am still busy cleaning
My birth's "conditioning"
On the path of my life

Hoping that,
One day my BELOVEDZ will
Walk on the same path
That I beautifully decorated for her

She will appreciate my devotion
And my unconditional LOVE
While I will stand waiting
Wagging my tail...

That is the fate of a LOVERz
My tears are bringing
Happiness on people's faces
So be it


The world likes my LOVE play
And keeps on laughing at my antics

That is the fate of a LOVERz
My tears are bringing
Happiness and smile on people's faces
So be it

LOVERZ end up
Making a JOKE of themselves
So be it..
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