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"rapturing" poems

I’m rendered powerless. Just about breathless. I watch as each layer of clothing gravitates toward the floor. Strip off the clothes that enveloped his beauty. My knees begin to fail me. Through his stare it feels as though he’s already probing every crevice of my being. Eye-fingers ravish me. He’s bare. My eyes haven’t left him. He smirks, refusing to leave me a spectator. Clammy hands penetrate the chill of the tile lined room. He strips me. I'm sure he senses me shaking.. goosebumps begin to rise. We step into shower. The tap is high, the temperature hot. The passion as well. He’s capturing me. Rapturing my frame, Grasping me. Gasping for me. He pulls me into him.. into the air. My legs incoherently wrap around him. The hot vapors aren't from the water, but our lust we heed. It’s wet. "Think ya can make it to the bedroom?" My throat closes. Barley touching, the pleasure, pressure, of his words render me unable to respond clearly. I nearly whimper out an answer. The smirk returns. This act meant for cleansing morphs into such a ***** one. I’m miserable within myself, the sheer amount of desire burns. Pushing me to the wall his body presses against me. He pushes into me. His hips. His lips. I feel him sliding in and out, violating, his tongue twisting around my own. His body as well. We’re intertwined...

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Dec 14, 2014

Dec 14, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC

I’m rendered powerless. Just about breathless. I watch as each layer of clothing gravitates toward the floor. Strip off the clothes that enveloped his beauty. My knees begin to fail me. Through his stare it feels as though he’s already probing every crevice of my being. Eye-fingers ravish me. He’s bare. My eyes haven’t left him. He smirks, refusing to leave me a spectator. Clammy hands penetrate the chill of the tile lined room. He strips me. I'm sure he senses me shaking.. goosebumps begin to rise. We step into shower. The tap is high, the temperature hot. The passion as well. He’s capturing me. Rapturing my frame, Grasping me. Gasping for me. He pulls me into him.. into the air. My legs incoherently wrap around him. The hot vapors aren't from the water, but our lust we heed. It’s wet. "Think ya can make it to the bedroom?" My throat closes. Barley touching, the pleasure, pressure, of his words render me unable to respond clearly. I nearly whimper out an answer. The smirk returns. This act meant for cleansing morphs into such a ***** one. I’m miserable within myself, the sheer amount of desire burns. Pushing me to the wall his body presses against me. He pushes into me. His hips. His lips. I feel him sliding in and out, violating, his tongue twisting around my own. His body as well. We’re intertwined...

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Dissipate into oblivion To become the nether To lapse in consciousness To enter the void Flow to omniscience Live without measure To float through the meshwork To drift through space-time & Become the needle To weave my percipience & Teeter on the precipice To transcend ascension Ameliorate the ethereal To glitch beyond boundaries Defragment my surroundings To eclipse the sun In perpetual rapturing Suspend reality Be one with the everlasting

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Apr 28, 2015

Apr 28, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC

How I long to be cosmic

Dissipate into oblivion To become the nether To lapse in consciousness To enter the void Flow to omniscience Live without measure To float through the meshwork To drift through space-time & Become the needle To weave my percipience & Teeter on the precipice To transcend ascension Ameliorate the ethereal To glitch beyond boundaries Defragment my surroundings To eclipse the sun In perpetual rapturing Suspend reality Be one with the everlasting

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***Most people live for love But some of us live because of it*** Such unforgivable forgetfulness Lost within potential photos Preoccupied and overly abrasive Harmless yet persuasively implicit These eyes are speechless But explicitly dying to speak A picture so perfect for lust A thousand words Just isn't enough Deeply indebted With every glance Too perplexed by color How none of it belongs Another illustrated nightmare Where sleep is prolonged Where the sick plans To escape with the thought Trapped inside the mind So adolescent Oh picture the heartache Rejoicing over a carcass Still standing And rapturing moments We all long to feel This winter shiver So sicken from cold feet An undying hunger For butterfly soup ***Proof What worthy time to be alive Clearly sold on the vision Never too hasty to cover This lover isn't blind But envisioned May we all fall victim To the photos We aren't viable to find*

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Jan 31, 2016

Jan 31, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC

Been Taking Pictures with Willow

***Most people live for love But some of us live because of it*** Such unforgivable forgetfulness Lost within potential photos Preoccupied and overly abrasive Harmless yet persuasively implicit These eyes are speechless But explicitly dying to speak A picture so perfect for lust A thousand words Just isn't enough Deeply indebted With every glance Too perplexed by color How none of it belongs Another illustrated nightmare Where sleep is prolonged Where the sick plans To escape with the thought Trapped inside the mind So adolescent Oh picture the heartache Rejoicing over a carcass Still standing And rapturing moments We all long to feel This winter shiver So sicken from cold feet An undying hunger For butterfly soup ***Proof What worthy time to be alive Clearly sold on the vision Never too hasty to cover This lover isn't blind But envisioned May we all fall victim To the photos We aren't viable to find*

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Check it out see what melanin is about To shine you embrace you With multiple clues That'll stiff you like a statue So I'll be black as the sun and black as the moon Black as Saturn rings and Jupiter's moon Black as the Hennessey and the shadow in the room Black like a smoking heart that can no longer consume Black oxygen soon to be a black death Lost breath finna be cooked like a black chef Cajun fire blazin' So I can climb the Ladder of black steps diggin' deep formulates my black concepts Black as Madonna tongue swift as an Iguana Tail no fairytale black as the prison system filled with with black hell Black sin casted since our souls blackened Black like thoughts you'll see once the skulls get the cracking Black like the Vietnamese burned into the ashes piles of scented death just stacking Black like the smoke from a chimney So ya know fire is what's happening Black like deaths clapping Appraising souls swarming black hole Preparing for rapturing Black capturing black like the Billy Lee Leading Washington Fighting the Great Britain During America's revolution But no black solutions Still tryna climb into a black institution Black intuition Hidden deep within wondering If the Black Lord will forgive me of my sins Let back of the black souls be watered and cleanse Black like Boyz II Men tryna find a road that doesn't end Black like storm pushing strong winds Black like my ancestors forming hurricane across the desert ends Black as Mahogany angled to perfection with black geometry Black with knowledge of Dogon Black Sirius like the Dog logo so long gone Cuz black love is gone black vibes made from black lungs Fill with black vibrations from.the mental gongs Black like the law canonical stolen from my ancestors manual Europeans ain't nothing but savage animals known to be cannibal Check my black cerebral digging from my black celestrial Dropped the sugar now I see the black extraterrestrial Waving so I can jump into the black.mothership And dip where no other brother live Black as night sky line black as heiron cooked under a spoon Black as blueberry pie Black as darkness in an empty heart filled with gloom. Yo talk to em Yosef

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Dec 31, 2017

Dec 31, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Black Khemistry

Check it out see what melanin is about To shine you embrace you With multiple clues That'll stiff you like a statue So I'll be black as the sun and black as the moon Black as Saturn rings and Jupiter's moon Black as the Hennessey and the shadow in the room Black like a smoking heart that can no longer consume Black oxygen soon to be a black death Lost breath finna be cooked like a black chef Cajun fire blazin' So I can climb the Ladder of black steps diggin' deep formulates my black concepts Black as Madonna tongue swift as an Iguana Tail no fairytale black as the prison system filled with with black hell Black sin casted since our souls blackened Black like thoughts you'll see once the skulls get the cracking Black like the Vietnamese burned into the ashes piles of scented death just stacking Black like the smoke from a chimney So ya know fire is what's happening Black like deaths clapping Appraising souls swarming black hole Preparing for rapturing Black capturing black like the Billy Lee Leading Washington Fighting the Great Britain During America's revolution But no black solutions Still tryna climb into a black institution Black intuition Hidden deep within wondering If the Black Lord will forgive me of my sins Let back of the black souls be watered and cleanse Black like Boyz II Men tryna find a road that doesn't end Black like storm pushing strong winds Black like my ancestors forming hurricane across the desert ends Black as Mahogany angled to perfection with black geometry Black with knowledge of Dogon Black Sirius like the Dog logo so long gone Cuz black love is gone black vibes made from black lungs Fill with black vibrations from.the mental gongs Black like the law canonical stolen from my ancestors manual Europeans ain't nothing but savage animals known to be cannibal Check my black cerebral digging from my black celestrial Dropped the sugar now I see the black extraterrestrial Waving so I can jump into the black.mothership And dip where no other brother live Black as night sky line black as heiron cooked under a spoon Black as blueberry pie Black as darkness in an empty heart filled with gloom. Yo talk to em Yosef

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*Three months old in my mother’s womb Whispers I heard outside, A man persuading mum To destroy me Because he doubted I was his. I heard mum cried, And felt her tears Falling to her bulging belly, My bed room, A thunderous sound That struck my universe Almost tearing it apart.* *The man talking to another man, A professional killer of my kind, I heard about the price of my life, To destroy me Worth only ‘$300’. Mum’s heart beat faster, Bringing blood like a mighty rushing wave To my weak, gentle nerves and veins Almost rapturing them apart.* *Mum whispered I heard while she cried, “You are a gift and blessing to me, My child, my beloved one.” I will keep you,” She promised. I tried to comfort mum but couldn't. I conjured up ominous images Of my shattered body, My flesh, blood and bone; It was too painful to bear. So I stamped my feet On my bed, Her stomach bulged, And I felt mum embraced me, With her gentle hands.* *From the smallest corner of her heart Next to her bulging belly, My bed room, I heard mama interceded with God For the forgiveness of the sins And comfort of thousand women Who aborted their pregnancies Due to **** pregnant while breast feeding, Incestuous affairs, teenage pregnancies Or on medical conditions For the physical and emotional pains They endured and guilt that may have lingered still.* *In her bulging stomach, My bed room, my home, I waited for my eviction, Every day. Then one day, after a long wait, It rained cats and dogs With muds of blood In my bedroom. I tried to cling to the roof of my bed room, But was swept away by the natural disaster Through the channel of life Into my mother's gentle arms.*

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Jul 26, 2015

Jul 26, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC

tomriesa-waranatau

As Heard and Felt from a Foetus

*Three months old in my mother’s womb Whispers I heard outside, A man persuading mum To destroy me Because he doubted I was his. I heard mum cried, And felt her tears Falling to her bulging belly, My bed room, A thunderous sound That struck my universe Almost tearing it apart.* *The man talking to another man, A professional killer of my kind, I heard about the price of my life, To destroy me Worth only ‘$300’. Mum’s heart beat faster, Bringing blood like a mighty rushing wave To my weak, gentle nerves and veins Almost rapturing them apart.* *Mum whispered I heard while she cried, “You are a gift and blessing to me, My child, my beloved one.” I will keep you,” She promised. I tried to comfort mum but couldn't. I conjured up ominous images Of my shattered body, My flesh, blood and bone; It was too painful to bear. So I stamped my feet On my bed, Her stomach bulged, And I felt mum embraced me, With her gentle hands.* *From the smallest corner of her heart Next to her bulging belly, My bed room, I heard mama interceded with God For the forgiveness of the sins And comfort of thousand women Who aborted their pregnancies Due to **** pregnant while breast feeding, Incestuous affairs, teenage pregnancies Or on medical conditions For the physical and emotional pains They endured and guilt that may have lingered still.* *In her bulging stomach, My bed room, my home, I waited for my eviction, Every day. Then one day, after a long wait, It rained cats and dogs With muds of blood In my bedroom. I tried to cling to the roof of my bed room, But was swept away by the natural disaster Through the channel of life Into my mother's gentle arms.*

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*''My imagination of a poet and poetess sharing their first conversation.''* Poetess: Gazing upon your clay-cup, My eyes judge that you are alike, So raise your crown, and wake-up, O' my dreamlike! Poet: My soul a boundless wave, Seeks a ray of light in solitude, You seem a queen and I a slave, Perhaps your eyes are hued? _______ Poetess: O' ruler, disguised in veil, Thirst in your eyes an ocean for me, And my soul has pined for such zeal, You are bliss on earth craving for me. Poet: Aroma of your gentle devotion, And a stir of my visions have raised the wings, My passion is scattered alike dust in the winds, O' wise and brave, what is your emotion? _______ Poetess: Your presence before me, an arrival of moon, My heart opening its eyelids to a new majesty, And the soul is dancing in the rapturing monsoon, O' beautiful, my yearnings lay in your agony. Poet: O' elegance of such heavenly delight, Your beauty a messenger to my heart, And my soul lay in extremes of your excite, O' pearl of my pride, my image and my art. _______ Poetess: O' merchant of intoxicating whispers, Ecstasy arises from within your tongue, New clouds of joy are unveiling in my heart, And may such unity never be apart. Poet: O' morning dew, if you dare come close, My affection wants to hold you in its arms, Waiting are my kisses on a throne of rose, And elating are your splendid charms. _______ Poetess: O' beautiful, O' flowing stream, Embrace my soul in your captivity, I desire to be seized in your esteem, And my heart rests in such festivity. Poet: O' blessed wine, O' sweetness of my existence, Your love arose like the morning sun upon my chest, Elevating me and pouring like a spring within my breast. ✒ ℐamil Hussain

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC

A Clash of Words

*''My imagination of a poet and poetess sharing their first conversation.''* Poetess: Gazing upon your clay-cup, My eyes judge that you are alike, So raise your crown, and wake-up, O' my dreamlike! Poet: My soul a boundless wave, Seeks a ray of light in solitude, You seem a queen and I a slave, Perhaps your eyes are hued? _______ Poetess: O' ruler, disguised in veil, Thirst in your eyes an ocean for me, And my soul has pined for such zeal, You are bliss on earth craving for me. Poet: Aroma of your gentle devotion, And a stir of my visions have raised the wings, My passion is scattered alike dust in the winds, O' wise and brave, what is your emotion? _______ Poetess: Your presence before me, an arrival of moon, My heart opening its eyelids to a new majesty, And the soul is dancing in the rapturing monsoon, O' beautiful, my yearnings lay in your agony. Poet: O' elegance of such heavenly delight, Your beauty a messenger to my heart, And my soul lay in extremes of your excite, O' pearl of my pride, my image and my art. _______ Poetess: O' merchant of intoxicating whispers, Ecstasy arises from within your tongue, New clouds of joy are unveiling in my heart, And may such unity never be apart. Poet: O' morning dew, if you dare come close, My affection wants to hold you in its arms, Waiting are my kisses on a throne of rose, And elating are your splendid charms. _______ Poetess: O' beautiful, O' flowing stream, Embrace my soul in your captivity, I desire to be seized in your esteem, And my heart rests in such festivity. Poet: O' blessed wine, O' sweetness of my existence, Your love arose like the morning sun upon my chest, Elevating me and pouring like a spring within my breast. ✒ ℐamil Hussain

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I watch him move as if in a trance, Engrossed in another world, In moments like this I Don't dare disturb Him out of his spiritual reverie, His hands doused in color, Working on the canvas in a rapturing frenzy. He is a spectacle, The creator of perfection. He knows just the right shade To bring to life his vision, He knows... He knows it all, Mingling fine detail with vague mystery, Crafting beauty that enthralls. While I... I fumble and struggle, To pick the right words, To describe him, My fixation, obsession, My muse, my craft, As if he reduces all my poetic prowess To a bundle of nervous childish follies, He, the master of his art towers over- Me, merely a humble slave of his fancies.

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC

I watch him move as if in a trance, Engrossed in another world, In moments like this I Don't dare disturb Him out of his spiritual reverie, His hands doused in color, Working on the canvas in a rapturing frenzy. He is a spectacle, The creator of perfection. He knows just the right shade To bring to life his vision, He knows... He knows it all, Mingling fine detail with vague mystery, Crafting beauty that enthralls. While I... I fumble and struggle, To pick the right words, To describe him, My fixation, obsession, My muse, my craft, As if he reduces all my poetic prowess To a bundle of nervous childish follies, He, the master of his art towers over- Me, merely a humble slave of his fancies.

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Violent waves crash ashore; in this dream I cannot tell what is real anymore. I see a figure standing ten feet tall; the moon obstructed by a beastly maw. Murmuring questions with a sleepy tongue; answers haunted me in grim return. Lobotomizing the entirety of my mind, the feral creature only spoke with shapes and rhyme. Poised before me was a legendary hunter. A ghastly dire-beast, who could tear the world asunder. Sporting a melancholic expression; he opens the sealed mouth with a deadly suggestion. His gums bleeding from pale infection. Sourcing the problem I ache with poor digestion. Unable to sniff out sustenance, his own life-force is leading him astray. In this nightmare; guilt turns night to day. Lost in the dark the hunter cannot pray. Mustering the strength, I mend his pain. Reaching into the gnarly abyss; pulling out something of a shame. Rapturing open wounds; I am fearful of blame. Crying with a grisly howl. I am becoming apart of the beast; and the hunter becomes infused within. A ritual complete. The fabric of reality dissipates as the moon weeps. I rejoice with newly kindled vigor as I exit this plane of existence. Exalted I am, now I rest my troubled mind. May this prolific dream endure all of time.

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Oct 18, 2016

Oct 18, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC

Violent waves crash ashore; in this dream I cannot tell what is real anymore. I see a figure standing ten feet tall; the moon obstructed by a beastly maw. Murmuring questions with a sleepy tongue; answers haunted me in grim return. Lobotomizing the entirety of my mind, the feral creature only spoke with shapes and rhyme. Poised before me was a legendary hunter. A ghastly dire-beast, who could tear the world asunder. Sporting a melancholic expression; he opens the sealed mouth with a deadly suggestion. His gums bleeding from pale infection. Sourcing the problem I ache with poor digestion. Unable to sniff out sustenance, his own life-force is leading him astray. In this nightmare; guilt turns night to day. Lost in the dark the hunter cannot pray. Mustering the strength, I mend his pain. Reaching into the gnarly abyss; pulling out something of a shame. Rapturing open wounds; I am fearful of blame. Crying with a grisly howl. I am becoming apart of the beast; and the hunter becomes infused within. A ritual complete. The fabric of reality dissipates as the moon weeps. I rejoice with newly kindled vigor as I exit this plane of existence. Exalted I am, now I rest my troubled mind. May this prolific dream endure all of time.

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It comes quickly, faster than lightning! Creeping into soul's that tremble with fear... The earth trembles and quakes, The exodus comes near. It comes, Crashing...Burning like a phoenix. Devouring the world of peace, and melody. The sound enters your heart, Making it rapidly beat. It comes, Rapturing with light, that blinds like a sun in the night. A beast, Of a Catalystic mind destroyed by time. Its halts, stunned. Chaos and Destruction seeps through the veins, Of the one who has spread her wings and prayed. The beast roars with such force, Causing her to leap into the sky, dancing into the wind that blows east. The Cataclysm follows in pursuit, Roaring with ferocity and haste. Wings spread she soars, As the beast rages war. She flies high, into the mountains. Where a golden glow awakens. Her beast, her soul fading. To the eyes of Ashen. The glow burns brightly, capturing the beast. Severing its mind, As thy winged one sings. Freed...From treachery! "You come, Defeated. Depart thy fiend! For you are no more, Thy seed, of chaos and war." "Depart! From my soul, My ways! You beast frown till the end of your days!" No control comes... The beast fades away, like ashes of dust and decay. She gazes upon her Catalyst, Her previous life destroyed, By the very glow.. Of the Exodus...Void.

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Jan 16, 2014

Jan 16, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC

Cataslyst within the Void..

It comes quickly, faster than lightning! Creeping into soul's that tremble with fear... The earth trembles and quakes, The exodus comes near. It comes, Crashing...Burning like a phoenix. Devouring the world of peace, and melody. The sound enters your heart, Making it rapidly beat. It comes, Rapturing with light, that blinds like a sun in the night. A beast, Of a Catalystic mind destroyed by time. Its halts, stunned. Chaos and Destruction seeps through the veins, Of the one who has spread her wings and prayed. The beast roars with such force, Causing her to leap into the sky, dancing into the wind that blows east. The Cataclysm follows in pursuit, Roaring with ferocity and haste. Wings spread she soars, As the beast rages war. She flies high, into the mountains. Where a golden glow awakens. Her beast, her soul fading. To the eyes of Ashen. The glow burns brightly, capturing the beast. Severing its mind, As thy winged one sings. Freed...From treachery! "You come, Defeated. Depart thy fiend! For you are no more, Thy seed, of chaos and war." "Depart! From my soul, My ways! You beast frown till the end of your days!" No control comes... The beast fades away, like ashes of dust and decay. She gazes upon her Catalyst, Her previous life destroyed, By the very glow.. Of the Exodus...Void.

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It was a sunny afternoon You identify what is new with me, I was in puzzle, unable to internalize “What new you talks about”? Then you underline on my notebook ‘ Put a margin remarks, It is different here Appreciate ‘humanize dimension of nature’ Be careful “Do not replaced nature from the frame Never forget about identity of culture rooted in nature! “ That’s you are, a curator of younger And Pater for many one! I know you become tired In the long journey of loving and living! I know you become aide-de-camp By rapturing of your beloved one! I know you want to go for a long sleep Please take rest in peace! We will run-through the practices of curatorship for young But not for incubation!

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Apr 2, 2020

Apr 2, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC

jayanra-kr-sarma

In the memories of curator and pater

It was a sunny afternoon You identify what is new with me, I was in puzzle, unable to internalize “What new you talks about”? Then you underline on my notebook ‘ Put a margin remarks, It is different here Appreciate ‘humanize dimension of nature’ Be careful “Do not replaced nature from the frame Never forget about identity of culture rooted in nature! “ That’s you are, a curator of younger And Pater for many one! I know you become tired In the long journey of loving and living! I know you become aide-de-camp By rapturing of your beloved one! I know you want to go for a long sleep Please take rest in peace! We will run-through the practices of curatorship for young But not for incubation!

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I imagine you calm, A sentient being. The world to which you bow to unfolding before your eyes, a kind of rapturing. Finally unwinding to reveal the truth it has always held: you are tired and the rain seems to never stop long enough to let you empty, It pours, Endlessly. Leaving streams into which you drown. It perches atop your shoulders, this tiredness, chirping songs not of succor, not of hope but a call to your final moments. A ministration. To a resting place you do not know. Please do not answer.

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Dec 29, 2019

Dec 29, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC

A Cloth Over Your Light.

I imagine you calm, A sentient being. The world to which you bow to unfolding before your eyes, a kind of rapturing. Finally unwinding to reveal the truth it has always held: you are tired and the rain seems to never stop long enough to let you empty, It pours, Endlessly. Leaving streams into which you drown. It perches atop your shoulders, this tiredness, chirping songs not of succor, not of hope but a call to your final moments. A ministration. To a resting place you do not know. Please do not answer.

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She's every thought you ever shunned out of horrid curiosity, every flower that you couldn't bear to pick up because you were unsure if it had thorns, and every book you've ever wanted to live in bathe in ink and paper and drown in words just like I want to drown in her mind but I can barely skim the surface, barely penetrate the depths, and I guess my thoughts aren't heavy enough to carry me to the bottom. Her fingers are cold and timid -- the way the first snowfall flurries down, unhurried and forlorn -- if they ever traced my skin I'd get more than frostbite, but chills are okay as long as they stem from a place that makes goosebumps a sign of anticipation and not fear -- but I fear the way this makes me feel and I can feel so much already -- it bursts through my ribcage stronger than a heartbeat. The eyes she has -- I can't tell if they're more full than mine, full of light and rapturing blue, or less full, empty like oblivion, and I just look and think and die and suddenly -- it's like she was never there, she smiles and looks my way, but it's not a true smile, not the kind so sweet that it will make your teeth ache, but the kind of smile that's half-hearted like a shy blossom in spring or a polite stranger in an elevator on your way to a tenth floor cubicle, but ****** I'm not a stranger, -- I'm just trying to find the reason why all of her "hello"s sound like goodbyes.

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC

darling-iridescence

"So tell me about her."

She's every thought you ever shunned out of horrid curiosity, every flower that you couldn't bear to pick up because you were unsure if it had thorns, and every book you've ever wanted to live in bathe in ink and paper and drown in words just like I want to drown in her mind but I can barely skim the surface, barely penetrate the depths, and I guess my thoughts aren't heavy enough to carry me to the bottom. Her fingers are cold and timid -- the way the first snowfall flurries down, unhurried and forlorn -- if they ever traced my skin I'd get more than frostbite, but chills are okay as long as they stem from a place that makes goosebumps a sign of anticipation and not fear -- but I fear the way this makes me feel and I can feel so much already -- it bursts through my ribcage stronger than a heartbeat. The eyes she has -- I can't tell if they're more full than mine, full of light and rapturing blue, or less full, empty like oblivion, and I just look and think and die and suddenly -- it's like she was never there, she smiles and looks my way, but it's not a true smile, not the kind so sweet that it will make your teeth ache, but the kind of smile that's half-hearted like a shy blossom in spring or a polite stranger in an elevator on your way to a tenth floor cubicle, but ****** I'm not a stranger, -- I'm just trying to find the reason why all of her "hello"s sound like goodbyes.

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As I sit and sip a glass of wine, I think about all the mistakes I've made, Loving you is one of them, Deprivation I felt when you left, Destined were we for each other, Rapturing was your soul, Full of lustre and captivation, Drawing me closer to yourself, Where, vague to me was wtitten on your forehead, beware, Zeus and poseidon weren't even that strong to set us part, Metallurgy and chromatography were weaker than I thought, Our lives together shone, The radiance and heart amidst our relationship was at spark, Why'd you go and vandalize what once we fought for? I was mortified by society from that day on, Promising to myself I'd never fall, Destructing all chemistry to keep at halt, Never have I moved on from that day on, Never will I even ponder upon that thought.

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC

arfah-afaqi-zia

As I sit and sip a glass of wine, I think about all the mistakes I've made, Loving you is one of them, Deprivation I felt when you left, Destined were we for each other, Rapturing was your soul, Full of lustre and captivation, Drawing me closer to yourself, Where, vague to me was wtitten on your forehead, beware, Zeus and poseidon weren't even that strong to set us part, Metallurgy and chromatography were weaker than I thought, Our lives together shone, The radiance and heart amidst our relationship was at spark, Why'd you go and vandalize what once we fought for? I was mortified by society from that day on, Promising to myself I'd never fall, Destructing all chemistry to keep at halt, Never have I moved on from that day on, Never will I even ponder upon that thought.

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I dip my feet into the waters of this emotion Embrace my heart for the journey I feel the white rapturing light enveloping me and i am home This love undeniable This feeling fuels dreams and all theses shadows are ripping at the seams

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC

hailey-anne-lohstroh

I dip my feet into the waters of this emotion Embrace my heart for the journey I feel the white rapturing light enveloping me and i am home This love undeniable This feeling fuels dreams and all theses shadows are ripping at the seams

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eerie clouds of blues naked love shooting devouring love into ambitious love of volumptuous heart running blood to blood running flesh to flesh running soul to soul fire in cold coal flaming ravenously devouring hate mountains! now love covers us like shrouds and ****** apron spreading love clouds brewing nirvana wine from love verdant forest of exotic season. side by side two nakedness in one deep solution sparking breast fire in gunpowder love explosion rapturing souls in cataract blues tumbling love in deluge explosion in rainbow mesmerising colors!

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Jul 16, 2019

Jul 16, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC

kayode-steve-adaramoye-esq

eerie clouds of blues naked love shooting devouring love into ambitious love of volumptuous heart running blood to blood running flesh to flesh running soul to soul fire in cold coal flaming ravenously devouring hate mountains! now love covers us like shrouds and ****** apron spreading love clouds brewing nirvana wine from love verdant forest of exotic season. side by side two nakedness in one deep solution sparking breast fire in gunpowder love explosion rapturing souls in cataract blues tumbling love in deluge explosion in rainbow mesmerising colors!

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Needy Exhausting Valiant Energizing Rapturing Giving Open Nice Nauseating Aggravating Grand Isolated Vivacious Extraordinary Yearning Obedient Understanding Ubiquitous Passionate

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Mar 20, 2019

Mar 20, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC

Needy Exhausting Valiant Energizing Rapturing Giving Open Nice Nauseating Aggravating Grand Isolated Vivacious Extraordinary Yearning Obedient Understanding Ubiquitous Passionate

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colorful butterflies painting the sky in opulent glorious colors of victory celebrating us in unbounded grace skies in waves of melodious voices in thunderous love ectastic bloom rapturing us to nirvana boom tortoise of eon in acrobatics displaying ancient wisdom in fair festooning airs with roaring laughter long turbulent journey today your end we celebrate in rhythmic flowing rivers of joy down falling eerie rain of blessings powering us to a happy freedom ballooning us to the king's wonders!

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC

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the siege is over

colorful butterflies painting the sky in opulent glorious colors of victory celebrating us in unbounded grace skies in waves of melodious voices in thunderous love ectastic bloom rapturing us to nirvana boom tortoise of eon in acrobatics displaying ancient wisdom in fair festooning airs with roaring laughter long turbulent journey today your end we celebrate in rhythmic flowing rivers of joy down falling eerie rain of blessings powering us to a happy freedom ballooning us to the king's wonders!

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I found your soul tipping around my memory, your graceful voice and your warm touch too. Everything about you came leaning towards my sunlight..shadowing my comfort and rapturing my intentions. Nothing about you is understandable and that is why we admire everything we seem to never understand. You are the concept of the rainbow radiance after a gloomy rain shower, a reminder that faith and hope is still out there. I'd water you a thousand times with affection and consideration because you bloomed my passion and target in life. It is so easy for me to have a delicate compassion towards you cause your wings flew my way and arrowed me down, you pinned me down and I am more than happy to be shackled under your name. To have my memory run after your name is spoken aloud is a delightful dignity itself. I have come to you with all satisfaction and I will go on contented with the faith that has been written with you.

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Jul 22, 2017

Jul 22, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC

I found your soul tipping around my memory, your graceful voice and your warm touch too. Everything about you came leaning towards my sunlight..shadowing my comfort and rapturing my intentions. Nothing about you is understandable and that is why we admire everything we seem to never understand. You are the concept of the rainbow radiance after a gloomy rain shower, a reminder that faith and hope is still out there. I'd water you a thousand times with affection and consideration because you bloomed my passion and target in life. It is so easy for me to have a delicate compassion towards you cause your wings flew my way and arrowed me down, you pinned me down and I am more than happy to be shackled under your name. To have my memory run after your name is spoken aloud is a delightful dignity itself. I have come to you with all satisfaction and I will go on contented with the faith that has been written with you.

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