"presense" poems
Please let me preface
I dont like people
crouds make me cringe
and while i value my friends
i highly value my solitude
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I cant picture a face
when i close my eyes
when my mind trys to grant
that one final human wish
before slumber encompases my body
and reality and dreams interlace
For i have no soul to match with mine
nor a soul to follow
in deepest secret with the fleeting hope
that maybe our souls shall intertwine
But i wish not for two to meld
for hearts to pledge an undying vow
for lust and ****** greed
for billowing convorsations
But silence
An individual respect for ourselves
two beings gracious for company
bodies laid side by side
your fingers tracing circles
on blank canvasses of skin
Where there is but an understanding
that breath so silent can be pleasently shared
and electic touch soulfull
igniting warmth surrounding my heart
of which embers burn soft and hot
Where aching muscles
tense from harsh realities
are smoothed away with solid hands
a mutual relationship where the
solidarity in thought is aknowlegded
yet the pleaure derived from presense
a caring being holding steadfast
unwilling to let me go
gentle and kind
Where the silence of
spiritual understanding guides
the instictual need for
companionship
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
I remember you,
I think of you.
You cared about me and every thought I ever had,
You helped me make sense of what I was dealing with,
even though neither of us could at that time.
There wont ever be anyone like you in my life I rest assure
I stand tall and reminis on our time together
and feel the haunting of your presense everytime I write.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
Falling to earth with such a crash,
antenna waves and legs do thrash
as panic fills this quiet place,
invading visitor is fast to race.
It chirps so loud, out into the night
perhaps to explain its weary plight.
In hope that someone may attend
and come to rescue a dear friend.
Alas the latter does not show
but I think that it doesn't know,
as off it stalks with knowledge none,
his fate is not an healthy one.
I sit in such a peaceful state.
Contented just to sit and wait
until this morsel feels secure.
As legs thrash through silky lure.
Until that time with such a gasp,
the critter steps into my grasp.
To struggle now is not of worth
as my fangs intrude throughout its girth.
With a body now so soft and limp,
interior now a lovely drink.
Its frenzied kicks to get away
for this cricket will never pay.
Venoms course, its presense felt,
a life that dwindles with the melt.
All that's left are bones to crunch
As this Tarantula enjoys her lunch
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
It is still warm, the place where you had laid,
Still filled with the lingering blush of life and gifted with your smell,
Something that is so completely yours that sometimes if I close my eyes I can pretend you had never left,
I can pretend that for another moment you were mine.
That I didnt have to return you to the world where others also loved you,
Where there are other pieces that fit your puzzle of life,
Different kinds of love, not subtracted from your character but rather a part of who you are,
Family.
Sometimes in these moments with your scent still in the air and the room full of your presense, I become selfish for your love alone,
Almost envious of those whom get to experience you an all your greatness,
All the myrid of things that make you the beautiful person that you are.
But then when all of the envy, and selfish thoughts have run their course like all thoughts do,
I remember all the things we do,
What brought your scent to linger in a cooling bed,
What allowed your presense to fill my space,
And I no longer feel the loss of you so strong,
Because not long before, you where in my arms,
As you sure are to be again when the chill of my loneliness begins again.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
If all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with it
Because your look is just right
Im simply really feeling it
Your leather jacket and cocoa skin
Id wonder where you came from
Cant just be heaven
And i get corny with you
Cuz u make my brain weak
You make my senses storm
You take my heart to its peak
So if all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with it
Because your style is just right
I gotta say i really dig it
The long hair and built, chiseled face
Id wonder where you got that height
But its obvious, perfectly you were made
And i cant help but stare
When you come my way
I got to be just right
Hoping you dont miss a day
So if all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with that
Because your smile brings fire
Sends chemicals outta wack
Your smile melts my shelter
Walls it breaks and cracks
And if all i get to do is stare
Im kinda ok with it
Because your presense is enough
I gotta say i feel your aura
**** and reggae are in order
Id wonder where you got your cool
But its obvious im simply into you
So if all i get to do is stare
And play this little game
Im kinda ok with it
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
SPACE has many different definitions
Tonight I ponder only a few.
In OUTER space, the sun keeps the Earth happy and alive because it allows Earth to orbit her most spectacular fire
In OUR space, you were my sun, moon, and stars, the brightest of lights that could warm up my chilliest hours
We thrive on space,
Not only the space we make with others,
but the space we dont even recognize holding us afloat in our daily lives
None of us all knowing how important it is for space to exist
How vital it is to our being.
and the sad part is, we take it for f-ing granted
Its never enough.
We **** on and pollute the space not only mother nature gave us,
But the people who turn our ordinary days into extraordinary ones
And then it sinks in
That space,
all of that god **** motherfing space
Is everywhere.
What does it take for one to come to this conclusion?
It takes finding something(or one) that makes our own personal universes' balanced.
Our own personal sunshine wakeup call
Our blanket of stars to tuck us in each night
For what seems like such a short, pathetic amount of time until
The Black Hole ***** us back up
We become milky way bodies
Constellations grasping, clawing for each other as we
Spin
Dance and
spin
Parts of us burn out
Glowing as big and miraculous as ever and then
BOOM
Nothing.
Firecracker, flash,
Fade.
Its empty, vast, and lonely now.
Corroded, spent, ashamed
A lost child without its favorite blanket
A forever sleep in your dark
Constantly running,
Running from the space
Thats too big to fill
because of a presense
Far exceeding the capacity
One wouldn't willingly admit
Half a year of blinding heat
Memories etched eternally in my mind
Every day a struggle
To make the space between us
Bigger and bigger
Until you do not exist here anymore.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
lost in my train of thought
music is guidin me
no signs of slowin down
snap me back to reality
cuz baby i'm cruzing
where i'll end only i will kno
unless we stay connected
follow me
intertwined with my mind, telepathy
see what i see
life movin fast
billboards displayin moments in the past
bluring out negativity
regret's a strong *******
its been holding on too long to me
a tear streaks down her face and it tears down another side of me
a shadow encases her whole and suddenly i can no longer see
i can her whisper the words
"please just stay away from me"
until she fades
moving on...
a young man approaches me
I shake his hand
finally ready to face the world he decides to turn his back on me
stunned i look on
until i realize he's no longer within my reach
another door closes...
another one opens and i'm blessed with a childs laughter
the silhouette struggles to stand trying to find balance
if only he could comprehend the lessons being taught to him
he falls and regardless he tries again to accomplish what he sees others have acheieved
determination...
I turn to find a wall
texture is rough but presense is familiar
strong and unbreakable
and yet i chip away at its will as the years fade
cold, no longer as strong as before
easily breakable
no longer can you defend us
stand behind me
let's see what i'm made of,
please let me try
I can't stand to see you fall and i know i never say it but
Mama you mean too much to me...
Found but still lost
a mirror in front of me
confused to discover
exactly whats become of me.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
being poetic sometimes just comes to you naturally. the words flow through you onto the paper in a beautiful rythmic way and they paint an emotional landscape of thoughts and feelings but then someone sees it finds all the flaws all the things that made you feel it was yours that made you feel unique ruined. you feel exposed, hurt, scared. you hide from yourself you won't let your muse out for fear of having your art distroyed altered and corrupted. so you change you pick up a brush you dip it in the paint and you let the flow begin again. your strokes are thrown at the canvas where you feel the anger, your strokes become detailed and gentle when you feel happiness or calm emotions. but then someone sees it they see only the flaws they tear it apart and you along with it. where the lines are jagged from your anger and disappointment they only see uneveness and imperfection. where the shading is uneven from the sadness and the pain they only see imperfection they can't see what precious beauty lay deep inside the painting and the use there words to hurt you to make you feel like you were wrong like your not doing good enough. so you swear never to touch a brush again you will never let yourself flow with emotions like that ever again you tell yourself. but then you change you learn to play the piano you learn to make your fingers glide across the keys in the same was a figure skater glides across the ice. and with each key stroke you heart beats a note that flows out through the piano like blood through your vains. it feels natual it feels good it makes you feel alive you let go. everything comes out everything you feel and think flows through your fingers the notes of your heart beat expressed through the notes of the piano. the feel of the ivory on your finger tips becomes unnoticable you beome one with the flow of the music your heart beats in time with the rhythm of you soul of your music. and then someone hears it they come in and they take a seat and for a while they listen then they stand up and without a word they leave the room and you continue to play you let your flow continue you pay no mind to the person who just left the room. they return they have brought people with them and they sit quitely and say nothing. you stop playing you stand nod to each aknowlegeing their presense and then leave because the music wasn't for them it wasn't for them to judge even though as you leave you hear the people talk about how amazing they felt you were you no longer care they approval or disapproval means nothing its no longer about your art being good or being acceptable its about being...
Jan 1, 2010
Jan 1, 2010 at 4:16 PM UTC
I turned you bitter, you made vinegar flow in my veins
I burned when you touched me, you spit acid at me everytime we talk
I am a withering flower in a decaying atmosphere without you
You are blooming into your true form without me.
I gave you a scar across your cheek
on accident if i can recall
In your dark complexion it scarred
lighter than your skin tone
And i guarantee if you look right now it'll still be right where i left it.
Why don't i have any scars on my body from you?
why couldn't you leave something so permanent
On me like i did for you so many times
these words are permanent
Like your memory in my brain
where you tattooed it when i showed you my thoughts
I wish every time i said i loved you
it burned like alcohol in your cuts
I wish every time you read my name
it burned like beer down your throat.
You flow through my capillaries
and when i kiss him all i see is your face
All i taste is my regret
every time
And quite frankly my dear, it makes me sick
get out from under my skin
When all you want to do is be under another girl's
because quite frankly my dear, it makes you sick
I just want to paint an accurate picture of you
for everyone who reads this.
An emotionally inept soon-to-be adult
boy who makes a mockery of love
When he used to feel it all so well
a shell of someone who used to be so interesting
Now blends in with every other boy his age
am i describing you correctly?
Do you feel proud in how you pushed back your inner most feelings down into the smallest corner of your brain?
Because I admitted something to you that my pride only wanted to shove down into my stomach
Acids never to be seen again
manipulate me how you used to do so well
Into believing that i don't love you anymore
erase your every touch from my nerve endings
Until i can no longer feel what you did
when i can no longer feel your presense
you're the 10th letter from the alphabet that i can
No longer read without a sharp pain induced
i want you to read this and see how you influence me
God, i loved you, i love you you idiot
it's the way that you fake it i know it's too late for that
Your interest in me is so insincere.
Who's brave now?
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
That chap we'd all forgotten
You know, with temper rotten
Full of fire and flair
Masses of curly hair
It's furious Ryan Sidebottom.
Graeme Smith is great
If you want someone to hate
There was a nick
the lying *****
His presense again does grate
That man has no **** SKILL
And him I'd like to ****
His ears not SHARPER
Bloody Darly HARPER
I know I need a PILL
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC
Somewhere between my subconscious and hypnotized reality
I sleepwalk down the memory lanes
Amidst the darkness of a lost cause
I move in circles searching for something I can't remember
Is it the perfection personified or just my memories of you
A soul so pure and a heart so warm
A beauty so rare and eyes so expressive
A touch so caressing and voice so soothing
A fragrance so sedating and a presense so completing
And in the shimmering lights of your glow
I move my tremoring hands just for a touch
For a belief I would trade my chance to be with thousand angels
That you are real
But it was just a shadow I was touching
You vanish like the ripples in the mirage of uncertainty
And I keep following you in circles till eternity
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
I found comfort in your presense
I found purpose in your eyes
I found a place to rest my head
until the sun would rise
I found a place I could call home
I found a place I'd never known
I found a place I now could hold
I found a burst, a flare, nothing no words to compare
I found my happiness in your expressions
your small quirks the left me breathless
I found you but at the wrong time
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Gosh
this is one of her favorite words
and everytime I hear her say this
the sweet sounds of soft song birds
comes into my scattered mind
just a simple girl hard working
never asks for much, maybe a kiss
behind a curtain I stand lurking
her scent mesmerizing I find
sweet cherry blossoms, in full bloom
that is the taste of her lips too
petals strewn about the room
her face is in my mind, in everything I do
the more I know about her mind
the more I want to learn, it's true
tried stepping off to the side, away
and sadness colors my world blue
I cannot stand to be out of touch
absense makes my heart grow fonder
I need her presense, sometimes too much
daydream of her, my thoughts, they wander
since this angel landed in my world
time has come to a sudden stop
but if you would meet this beautiful girl
I guarantee your jaw would drop
so gosh be **** and gosh be ******
I love this girl more than a little
she makes me laugh, she makes me smile
for a kiss from her, gosh I'd walk a mile
Gomer LePoet...
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky
No seeds
Stems bend not break
Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate
Roll
Burn
Puff
Laugh
THC makes me lazy
Left sober with nothing to eat
Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten
A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed
Lips sticky
A flying saucer lands on carpet
Ants investigate because I am lazy
Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken
Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs
So often I catch an elevator
Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator
Food for thought is french rolled not eaten
Worries drowned out from laughter
Now no situation seems too sticky
Ambition for new ideas can't be broken
At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness
Nothing good ever comes to the lazy
Full potential could never elevate
Bad habits leave you broke
If you don't work you don't eat
Situations become sticky
When it's back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter
Only to keep from crying do I laugh
No longer high I mope around lazily
Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky
No alternatives for an out of order elevator
Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat
I am broke
But my spirits never broken
Sadly I watch other people laugh
Watch other people eat
Who's is really to blame for being lazy?
Stairwells are alternatives for elevators
There's nothing like being high on life
Less sticky
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
I'm still here,loving you from afar
hoping and wishing you knew.
Im stil here,even after cut me so deep and tore me down
I'm still here,struggling not to call you in the night,when the pain becomes too much.
And in the morning when I wake up from the dreams where you and i were okay.
I'm still here,my heart aching
Is this what they call profound love?
An intense longing for you,
for your presense
for your touch
for your kiss?
Then,
I'm still here,loving you from afar
still hoping&wishing;.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
Lonely isle in a deep blue sea
Like the lonely child
Deep inside of me
Searing stars in the midnight sky
Like the searing scars, white,
Where the blood has dried
Lingering presense in the darkened night
Like the linging essence
Of the forboding fright
Sinister whispers burn in the cold crisp air
Like the sinister embers
In my empty stare
Haunting screams in the abysmal deep
Like the haunting dreams
That terrorize my sleep
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:18 AM UTC
It seems that none are left today with hearts
If souls have mass
We are but figurines
Ornaments, in such a carlin wasteland
Undying with an image
Of molded plastic
If such a tear was shed for due the crime
The terror would but cease to run his plea
For souls no more can touch the scorching earth
'fore melting into dolls
So ever hollow
Songs we ring and dance to
Unknown why
In dark a shadow of the endward sigh
They give us such a thrill
Such inward drive
We cease to think of pain an near-by cry
Whilst in one blink of Lonely's morbid eye
I wonder why acceptance is yet made
As through dark streets,
"Help!" screamed
Is told to fade
I felt a presense
Alas, but have we all
The money and the cars
have fumbled in pursuing
But now,
I've found my rest
My dwelling place
How lovely such a word
Gather, hear, come 'ere
For near
Are echoes of such joy
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
BURT REYNOLDS SENSE OF HUMOUR
WAS DEFINITELY ONE OF A KIND
HE HAD A QUICK WIT
AND AN OUTSTANDING INTELLIGENT MIND
HE HAD A HEART OF GOLD
HIS MOVIES WERE REALLY JUST GREAT
THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL
WAS THE CANNON BALL RUN
IN THIS THERE IS NO DEBATE
HE WILL REMAIN A SCREEN LEGEND
AND A GREAT ACTOR OF HIS TIME
WHAT AN INCREDIBLE SCREEN PRESENSE
HIS LEGACY WILL ALWAYS SHINE
REST IN PEACE BURT REYNOLDS
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
Seconds become hours with her,
Moments treasured in the safety of memory,
Her presense seeds a sense of security,
And her very touch entwines a bond of emotion,
Like soft autumn, her hair falls like willow branches,
Which lay in the pending snowy blanket of her skin,
A lunar cycle may pass,
But a viewer would have only taken in a small amount of her beauty,
Unlike myself, who sees her for who she really is:
Past the eternal and ageless beauty,
Is a hollow cavern of emptiness,
Carved out by the chizzels of heart-breakers and love-leavers,
What she does not realise though,
Is that her brokeness can be mended,
And her hollow heart filled with nourishing love,
By my tender and patient presense,
For what is a plant without soil for stability?
Let her root her pain in my skin,
So she may blossom for the coming spring,
And walk with me into the following summer
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
*May the good Lord be with down every road you roam.
Do onto others as you want them to do to you.
May sunshine and happiness surround you.
May you be courageous, dignified & true.
May your presense never grow old.
I am proud to have met you.
This is from me to you*
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
So many cars lined up
Along my avenue,
Like ants carrying on
For a feast.
The queen is in state,
Her penant prounouces presense;
The flag promoting reign.
We peons, serfs and minions
Stare vaguely at the floor,
Afraid to look for more.
She rises, head above her throne,
Face on the coinage,
Proclaiming lineage
With treason and conspiracy.
Please don't glance my way.
I've given sacrifices
Of doves and relatives,
All tethered to the rituals.
There is pack position.
Vats of red wine and room for dissent.
We've drowned our children.
You can see the palor in their eyes.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
Come into the light baby
Radiate your inner beauty.
Flaunt your world in mine.
Roam the unseen sea's among my presense.
Lather me with sweet kisses upon my neck.
Wrap your desire within my vision
Allow me to see what you see
Give me the pleasure to engulf my world into yours
Except my love, allow our rivers to merge and become one
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
the
presense of a person
is it psychosis,
dealt by the doses?
trembling on the inside
all happy on the outside
a mask never to be revealed
except through a radio wave
funny how the real me
is coming to surface
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC