"peacfully" poems
Fluffed pillows with a sunken spot where your head was,
Ruffled sheets and messed up blankets,
Your toes stick out from under the comforter,
Exposed to the cold, winter air that has
Infiltrated the warm bedroom you sleep in.
The bed is warm and so is your skin
As is the spot you two were sleeping in.
She's still sleeping;
Lying peacfully wrapped around you,
With your head on her chest,
You listen to the song her heartbeat plays.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Hang your head in darkest shame.
Allow your hair to blow gently in the wind.
Tighten the binds holding you together.
Step up to the rope.
Look at your sins, they finally pulled up.
Feel the unsteady plank beneath your feet.
***** and bare, your exposed.
Helpless, the rope is around your neck.
Consumed by guilt and shame.
Gasp as everything beneath you falls.
Silence.
Your lifeless body sways peacfully in the wind.
It was comimg, you saw it, this brutal end
No longer can you play this bitter game of pretend.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
Follow that burning you feel in your bones. That tingle of pure fire running through your veins
Ignite your soul.
there is so much I would love
to see
These trees
wrap their arms around my blossoming soul; my true home found in the purest laughter of the wind
and the dancing call of the creek
I am you and you are me
we are everything
To be anything. Moment. Living present to recieve our presence. You are only ever here. Now. Embrace the breath found in these rolling forests
our glittering banks
Embrace your breath.
We are freedom. Living simply, living peacfully. We are love. Embrace this moment always.
The sun brushes kisses upon my upraised face
bringing warmth to my soul
opening in delicious appreciation of the wonderful heat that he is.
Everyday. bestowing kisses and asking nothing in return.
What can be more beautiful
then that?
Take this body. Release tension. Breath deep. Breathe to remind. You are anything. Everything. Take your body and live in your truth. Imagine if you did, how free you would be!
My soul is expanding, wide open hugging the earth in all her glory. So diverse, so intricate, so simple. She is everywhere. Fingers of wind running through my hair, salty kisses of the ocean, brushing my toes. The burbling laugh of mountain streams hopping rocks in their journey of release.
There is no search. There is only now, and the enjoyment of the chickadee calling goodmorning to the toes of sun running between the cedar trunks. There is only now. Breath.
I am you and you are me.
we are everything
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
you know the avatar of vishnu
sitting pretty,
pretty calm,
he sat there, lost his hair,
became a bald & fat idol in china
miles away from nepal...
became an idol with that famous waving cat
(maneki-neko): ola ola... hello to you too.
so the avatar of vishnu is sitting
peacfully pretty,
but this avatar of shiva ain't...
he's on a windowsill... head-banging while
the supposed meditation takes place...
he's on to it, the next vogue of mindfulness
and feminism... he's like: **** it...
let the zeppelins in, london on the fork fried,
give us bacon and other assumptions
of king above all beasts.
but at the bus stop i met four would-be ballerinas,
four lolitas nonetheless,
aiming for a party, went into the shop
were asked for i.d., but the look of them
no more than 15...
smoked my cigarette in the umbrella of
the bus shelter... true to feminism got *****
'can you buy me some vodka?'
i don't care about your lies, you don't
have to lie to me,
'but honest, i have a picture,
i'm over the age of consent! look!'
my moral compass is missing on this matter,
plus you're so petite one of your musketeers
gave you away, flesh that never grew to the bone...
'but please! we're going to a party! we can't
go empty handed!'
o.k.
took the 10 quid note and went in,
they wanted a medium sized bottle,
under 10 quid of ***** and 4 women?
no chance. put the note in my wallet
and bought them a 70cl bottle of *****
3 quid extra so they could, just, shut, up.
apparently there was no party when i handed
them the confidant compliment of uncle...
you know that bit where nietzshce criticised
socrates for engaging in dialectics to create
a rude society? i think not engaging with dialectics
creates rude societies... where children
are above and most opinionated...
and the elderly are below and exposed to sadism:
as england row row rows the boat for an iceberg
to thus sink.
yes, the four of them, happy enough
to be believed to have discovered the ********
and happy enough to have almost lost it.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
It is like
I was sleeping
peacfully
Then suddenly
I woke up in the middle
Of a circus; All eyes on me
And I'm 100 feet
In the air balancing
On a rope thinner than
My hair; it breaks
I'm falling and everyone is screaming
Then suddenly
There's silence and my eyes are closed
Something heavy is in my hand
I open my eyes
There's a thick whip and hoop
Pressed into my hand
An angry lion stalking me
I'm shaking
Not knowing what to do
"Don’t let him know you're afraid."
"Don’t let him know you're afraid."
I chant to myself
But it's too late.
He knows.
I try to scream, I try to run
But before I move
He already has me pinned
His teeth crushing my throat
My blood gurgling within
My gaping mouth
Then suddenly
My head is bursting through
Salty waves and I'm bobbing
In the thrashing ocean.
I cannot breathe.
My arms flailing for something,
Anything to save me.
Hands grasp my shaking fingers
I think I am safe.
Then I wake up
Back inside that circus.
The Lion is waiting.
I cannot escape.
-ARI
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
The sun is rising
the clock is ticking
but you still lay your head like a lamb on a cloud
peacfully
almost as if the. Ti
time passing. Means nothing to you
which is ridiculous because you can't ever be late
but you prove me wrong because right now
you are peaceful
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
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Its time to admit and move on,
my precious babe I did you wrong,
go peacfully into the light,
I dont deserve to have you near,
its selfish and horrid as it appears.
spread your soul and bring your wings to flight,
i kiss you good bye,
and love you so,
and hope one day we will make it so right
to meet again in a new light.
you are my biggest regret
I must let go.
go in peace my gentle soul,
I will always love you so.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
I guess Love is the best feeling in the world.
It makes your tummy have butterflies and it feels like you can peacfully die.
Love is a strong emotion that can mend unfixable hearts.
You just have to find the right one for you.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
shamefully hidden in skin
my bones are pins and needles
heart of television static
discomfort ****** upon me from first breath
take back my cage of flesh
it rusts around my soul
twists my fears into reality
trapped with my self doubt
i seek validation in your being
pray for our old infatuation
instead of this sick rivalry
who can suffer the most
wounds barley scabbed over
picked and proded until detrimental
intestines piled on cold concrete
stomach safety pinned together
rip open my world again
glide your blade peacfully through me
your weapons are welcomed
it's easier to be hurt by you
than to learn and leave
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC