"retracts" poems
We're forced, each man, to walk a trialed path—
resisted trek, uphill through blinding daze
that shrouds with crucible's perplexing haze
till fog-white skies yield quick to black clouds' wrath.
Affliction brims a thorny pack to bear
whilst dewy darkness drenches in the night,
but where is calming lamp to lend us sight?
And who will come to give us saving care?
Here through veil is heard a whisper certain,
then o'er the mountain creeps the dawning day
and with clear eyes we see the brume give way
as God retracts His theatre's curtain,
unsheathing velvet waves whose morning sheen
beyond grey mist splays vast and wondrous green.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
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Each body part
sizzled in pure pleasure
in the blissed wake
of your oral efforts
brought forth the waves
of rapturous delight...
Spurs poetic inspiration
in equal liberation
of desires to please.
Bodies transpose
in fluid motion
as brazen eyes meet.
Savor the voluptuous image before you.
Indulge your eyes in my carnal halo
before they roll to the back of your head.
On all fours
knees between your thighs
tips of swollen breast
caress your chest
tasting fresh honey
upon lips in a kiss.
Ripples of ardor
hover
by wet trails
of sensual kisses
suckling towards
the apex.
Breathe in
the slow motion pace
that pulsates eagerness
to the fore tumescing bulge
leaking with anticipation
of viscous lava.
Tickles of silken hair
against flesh edges closer.
Emerging subtle grumbles
in deep resonance
betray your impatience .
Hands tightly twine
in tangled hair
to maneuver
the treasure hunt.
Licked lips pause
at the sight of fire
burning in
glazed gazes
before engulfing
the throbbing member.
Plump ruby lips
greet velvety texture
in a slow deep dive.
Tongue curls around
the flavor
in a dulcet embrace.
Moans release
as grip tightens
in my hair
settles the
rhythmic pace
to taste in an
oscillating dance.
The masculine aroma of heady musk
lingering there, arouses my appetite.
With my enthusiasm
attuned to
your preferred rhythm
suckling, slurping
surface and dive
in measured unison.
Break of breath
allows tongue
freedom to roam below,
licking, soft kissing
the tender hammock
of testicles.
Tongue and lips escalate higher
to mount another assaulting dive
deeper in the depths
of the cusp in cavity.
Wetted fingers
probe even lower
circling superficially
as gasp escapes
your heavy breath;
flaming eyes lock.
Finger dips in
with expert finesse
gorging hardened growth
within a wrapped hand.
Thighs tighten
with rocking grip.
Head thrusts onward,
drilling forward
in each dive.
Salvia slips
fingers grip
lips dip
Engorged swell, flesh tightens in an intensity
of volcanic eruption ...
HALTS
assault
Pace retracts.
Loosened lips kiss tip.
*“Soon sweetheart, your time will ***
inside me as we surrender to synergy."*
#
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
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*… and the look of fear
co-existing with pain
on a contorted face
that knows
it is in mortal difficulty,
as ragged fingers
clutch,
clutch,
at a fire they cannot reach,
ripping agonies react,
to an enforced cardiac episode,
as blackness closes in
gravity heaves its hardest,
but the fall is fake,
a red herring in the event,
and the weight of the world
presses down, searching,
retracts
waiting,
presses down, searching,
retracts
waiting,
as breath is given freedom
in exhalation to the light,
that slowly rolls back
the pitch hue of the void,
returning back images,
feeling,
a new belief,
and the fire inside quietens,
and the fire inside quietens,
to the intense glow
of a burnt aching heart.*
© Pagan Paul (2018)
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
Tonight I cry,
Because I' am a fool.
A fool for love, the kind I gave to you...
Every day you made me feel like the one who meant the world to you...but now I see why maybe...just maybe...I should run.
But the magnetic pull of my heart holds on so strong, I don't want to let go, the elastic band stretches apart near its peak and then retracts into a heartbeat that breaks like shattered glass.
I trusted in you, that you kept your word, but today you left me all day without a say and come back a drunken fool.
I fought you, 3 hours because my feelings were hurt and you never gave a **** and wouldn't understand, because i' am the mean one.
Where are the loyal people, where are the ones who just want a pact, to be loved and give love in return without needing to be asked.
I lay here, 3 AM alone in my bed, wanting to sleep but my foolish heart can only think of you.
You left again, because you couldn't take my pain, the truth I expelled from the midst of your spell but you still continued to hurt me and hurt me and hurt me because like I said, you wouldn't understand.
Why am I a fool?
Someone, help me understand my own feelings, because I don't think I can...
You tell me you love me, but then do it again.
You never make sense but expect me to think twice before speaking.
You are confused.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 3:22 AM UTC
So many things are swimming through my mind right now.
So many thoughts, memories, emotions, and demons.
They float by like sheets of ice,
chilling me down to the deepest part of my broken soul,
making me numb.
Their compositions are so complex I avoid them for my sanity.
My mind is so distortedly dysfunctional.
It's filled with an infinite number of all these things,
but if I focus on one of them for too long, my mind pushes them out of reach.
My mind is a vast labyrinth guarded by sarcasm, bitterness, and a mask of composure,
filled with wastelands, trenches, and locked doors.
Only those that are patient will ever find the vault at its very center,
and even then, my mind is nearly impossible to crack.
This vault is like no other.
It's one that you never
want
to
open.
Despite my mind's shortcomings, it's quite clever in this one sense.
The vault contains demons so repulsive, so revolting, so disturbingly terrifying,
why, my mind can't even remember what it put there.
But at night, as my mind pulls at dreams,
the vault is most unfortunately opened when my guard is down.
I sometimes wake up breathless,
with only faint recollections of the nightmarish memories and demons that my mind conjured and unleashed in slumber.
As suddenly as I awaken, the dark matter of my mind retracts back into the vault before I have much else to do.
I then peel myself off of my bed, scrape the attempt of a smile out of the gutters of my soul, and go about my day.
There are other times when the solid walls of my mind melt away for reasons I cannot explain.
Everything then swims through my mind,
all the darkness of it tugging at the back of my consciousness,
wearing away at my thought process,
and filling up my mind with hazy grief.
Nonetheless, the vault of my mind is better off locked.
However, by design, a vault must have a key to open it.
The key to mine takes many different forms,
and the interesting part is, I don't know what the key looks like.
From day to day, my mind is an imposing, impenetrable fortress,
to the point where even my own mind can't determine its complexity.
I live each day, watching, searching,
dreading the day when I finally find what frees my mind
from its nightmares, secrets, and its vault.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
The concave curvature
Of her crescent cheeks carried
Me back to the beginning
Of time, to the ground where
Love laid the very first pieces
Of her infinite foundation
To where the rock met the sea
At the distant shorelines of desire
Where the mighty waves of passion
Crash on the bedrock of solidarity
I, the small being, coupled with you,
Tapped into the endless well, throwing
Ourselves into eternity. The sky stretches
And is covered with the burning stars
Whose distant screams are the sonata
Of the oscillating sound waves of
The song we both share. You and I-
I was your ocean and you were my
Moon. Though your brilliant reflection
Undulated on the face of my violent waves
We could not touch, separated by light
Years through which time stretches and
Retracts and ultimately sums to zero
And yet here you are, my gentle breath
Is the soft wind in your valley, gently
Bending the stems of the magnificent flowers
That abound in your lush fields. Your vines
Wrap around my trunk as my heart pants
For you like the fawn after the cool brook
And is filled with the cool refreshment
That fills my veins. Your rivers flow into my
Seas and my seas empty into your streams
And we find ourselves here, in this cycle,
Realizing that the separation would
Be the sudden death of the both of us.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
The moon is up but the sun is coming
The stars are set
The shadows are running
The heat embraces
The chill retracts
The wondrous light let's the sky relax
Emotions are high as we all remember
This is just the beginning
It's only September
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
After the sun retracts its harsh tentacles,
I leave the field,
dripping with exhaustion.
Gossamer fabric
falls limply about my ankles,
and with it, the weight of sunrise.
New dreams saturate my ambition;
or perhaps they are old ones,
lapping against tonight’s unfamiliar shores.
My cheek kisses the country cotton sheets,
and I am reminded
that as the past fans out behind me
and the future shrinks ahead,
now is my forever.
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
A butterfly winks at a rose
Attracted by her perfumes
Tweaks fine filament nose
Lady likes me, he assumes
Her flaming pink petal lips
Enticing him to land a kiss
Hovers wings flickers flips
Lips, closer, closer to meet
He retracts, no, maybe not
Sorry love he couldn't do it
Fooled em all the time a lot
Go fly you flirtatious tweet
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
And if such a time comes.
I ask for courage anew, happier eyes.
To delve into sweet slumber without sigh.
Time neither passes or retracts.
And in addition I find the least bit bearable.
Unable to drown in total sleep.
The sights seen precious.
I forget where I place my head.
And I hold no grievance against thee.
Heavily affectioned to many a sight.
My eyes swallowed whole,
At happiness's interpretation.
Whilst I not forget, Sandman,
I dream with open eyes
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
Soft red petals once freed put back into a cage, the rose is
Taken away from that which makes it thrive
Without soil, rain, and sunshine
Sweet songs won’t be sung
The rose won’t bloom
Backwards through
Time it retracts
Beauty gone
In ruin
A lost
Bud.
But
With
This
It has
A chance
To restart
To grow and
Rise from the
Ashes that once
Swallowed it whole
The bud can still bloom
There is always room for healing
With sunshine and rain it’ll thrive
In order to open again it must first close
“As though a rose would shut, and be a bud again.”
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Sitting; thinking over my self-made dread.
Could I aid those before I save my head?
Rays of serenity draw eyes from concern.
Thought retracts,
While my present youth attracts
To something that could heal my burn,
And the cold in my heart subtracts.
This figure so lax sunk deep in grass,
With a book in hand letting time pass.
Legs crossed like the butterflies near;
A good nest
For the tired book to rest.
And in the reader’s face: cheer
At what full words suggest.
This still child now visibly grown,
Frees me of want; nothing to own,
Except for my subconscious control.
Contradicting;
My two sides conflicting,
As I long to possess the pure whole,
And I notice my view is restricting.
This riddle once again self-made,
As I look at her, begins to fade.
The sun shines down from the sky.
What a sight!
Turn to me blue eyes bright;
A moment no person can ever buy,
And now in mind everything alright.
This answer leads to no longer my,
For in that we will all surely die,
But let it be; we have the world to share.
There sitting,
Pairs of liberal eyes committing.
Never again possession; now fully aware,
While others urge for everything unremitting.
They're sitting.
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
the air is cooler
less kenetic and soupy
less aggressive with the mammal scent
safer (it seems) clean
the skin retracts a little
dryly
less welcoming to dirt contact
my feet shift cooly in my sandals
the world awaits
new temperament
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 10:25 PM UTC
A sky of angry screeching,
demanding,
like a raptor on the wing
doesn't have the impact
that simple warbling brings
With fear of cruel words spoken
love retracts
like claws on birds of prey
and all I loved about you
has now flown far away
Predatory words can rip
into beings
lovelorn at their peak
not accomplishing anything
but the sharpening of the beak
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
So you've hit rock bottom.
Have you realized it yet?
Have you caught your breath yet?
Are you learning to breath again?
I've watched from a distance. I watched it all unfold around you.
I've seen the ground crumble and shatter beneath your feet.
I don't call this karma. I don't rejoice in your suffering.
Watching life knock you to the ground is not something that warms my heart.
I want to reach for you. I feel that same pull on my heart and it wants nothing more than to pull you up on your two feet and to breath life back into you. To fill you again with a love that could bring you back to life....
But my hand retracts...as the remembrance of your hurtful words come flooding back into my mind.
The dark cloud of memories soars in and circles me. The sleepless nights, the tear soaked pillows, the plague of emptiness and heartache. It knocks me off my feet and I'm torn.
What am I to do? You destroyed me, and turned me to ash.
So my love will remain here with me. Locked away deep for no one to see. Avoiding your blazing fire that has burned me so many times for getting to close.
I pray Gods Love lifts you up. And I'm only sorry it couldn't be mine...
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Many are stupefied by utopic love.
Each aside they unwisely shove
The one made for them with divine care;
But one lover is astute, the other ensnared.
But, to devise a plan to speak
Of the fervor in their hearts (not meek)
Would mean to usher all aside
One’s vulnerability, fear, and pride.
First time around, most subtly,
Interest expressed, transcendently,
And shatters a transparent door,
While these two strangers are strangers no more.
Then:
The slightest step towards her heart is taken;
She quickly retracts, he quickly mistaken.
She thinks:
“I’ve grown tired of being jaded.
My loud wits and dreams have faded,
Far along the river waves,
Saddened by these trees and shades!
But there he stands, perfect and well.
I...here...scared like hell,
For I have never felt like this,
Not even with a woman’s kiss.”
He thinks:
“What, exactly, have I done
That she retreats, a fate undone?
There! In her eyes, the heart’s edifice,
Conjures true love’s precipice,
But screams of the real demise
Of past lovers: spears and lies.”
In truth, her wits may sometimes offend,
But with him she would most commend
His charming smile, his virility,
While he embraces her wholeheartedly.
Thus, their imaginations painted beyond
A sea of perfection, like a song,
And marked a journey of these two
Just for a moment, as most strangers do.
But the stars have placed attraction laws
For these two lovers and their flaws
To come together, but not greet,
For the devil binds them in defeat.
So, a moment’s come, a moment’s passed
For these two soulmates, amour-cast;
The love she sought, the love he spoke
Has come and gone. That’s all they wrote.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
They told me.
Told me this is right.
I never thought to disagree.
Until we began falling from this lofty height.
I don't know how we got here.
Or where to go.
I can't tell you why my pulse is racing.
While my breathings slow.
I think this has been some sort of accident.
The kind you drive by really slow.
Never has the air between us been less passionate.
You smile, but all I see is the anger just below.
I've watched this love wax.
I don't think I can stand it to wane.
I try to hold harder the more this retracts.
Stuck in this whirring profoundness I can't explain.
I want to stop, but again and again it's all deja vu.
We are surrounded by moutains and molehills.
Perpetually waiting for the other to come through.
Held to some truth that constantly self fufills.
Yet, I just can't bring myself to leave us behind.
I cling, I fight, I pray, I hope, I wail.
because love is patient, love is kind...
They told me love will never fail.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
I am dancing with the darkness,
I am flirting near the fringe,
I am swimming through the outskirts,
I am wading on the rim.
The reflection of my perspective is no longer recognized
By the less traveled sparkled stares, which happily float on by.
The peripherals of my mind are growing
Further and further in,
Wandering with broken gaze
My scope is turning dim.
With the darkness the ground is shifting
As I’m drifting through my mind.
The seasons change the more I’m seasoned
By reflections that graze my eyes;
Of broken scales, false fairy tales and smiles used for disguise.
While it's true it's - as the say - darkest before it’s light,
It still holds true
The opposite ensues
As bright-eyed sunsets sink into the night.
An occasional step, while slippery yet
Can bring to consideration:
That my darkened truth may yet be false...
... But I keep my hesitation
Because truer till is the fiction still that lingers in the sun;
Of droned routines, petty cravings, and gains ill-willfully-won.
These basking sun-tanners wouldn’t dare to enter
Where this jagged path tears my feet,
Making broken bones on shadowed stones
And a hopeful soul deceived.
The hope encased
Is slowly replaced
With new levels, planes;
Profundity of pain
And ever eroding faith.
My setting sun
Is nearly gone
While darkness takes its place.
The nights seem so much longer drifting
Into deeper dimensions, I muster.
Exploring further, I forge freshly charted paths
Discovering new tangential ways to suffer.
And all these feelings must be true, if truth lay in the mind
These dim lit paths are real to me, however seemingly blind
So still I wander through the night,
Rootless, lost, in pain,
Desperate for the smallest glimmer
That I might happen to obtain;
While shifting free
Through the scattered trees
Landing on the ground,
I sometimes stay
To catch these rays
Basking warmly on the stone....
.... But all this remains ephemeral,
As the sunray travels on.
So alone, again I tumble,
Lost and aimless,
Through the depths,
With broken heart,
Broken bones,
And a seemingly broken lens.
But perhaps... it’s YOU who play,
Lost and aimless,
in the luminous light of day.
For when all’s said and done,
After the shifting sun,
Retracts its comforting rays...
...Beyond that light...
...It is the night...
That ever will remain...
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:27 AM UTC
There is he, who cannot rest,
In clover, nor in wisps of clouds;
Churning, malaise of soul’s request,
Until such soul has spoken loud.
In voices, tongues of foreign feature,
Ones he cannot hope to reign;
Accepts, within, this lonesome creature,
Such dormancy had lain.
Whet upon his palate clean,
The tastes of time surrendered,
In nibbles, wincing, soured preen,
His anguish berths distended.
Whether love or longing pine,
The sweet of either remarks,
Plain of wrapper, tan-hemp twine,
Arrive in light or dark.
Sequestered to his inner mind,
As permeating thoughts infuse
Lessons, mem’ries—some unkind,
Too precious then, to lose.
Coffers rich in frames of past,
Display, enigmatic posing;
A filling reference of faces dashed,
Betrayal: scant exposing.
Inhaling then, the moment caustic,
With innocence feigned, unguarded,
Ingesting free the poison’s lick,
For peace he will then barter.
Release in silent ecstasy,
As his soul retracts to heal,
Birthing words refractory,
In life, such visions feel.
Remorse breeds times exhumed,
As contentment lapses hinder;
Chants thwart the breaths consumed,
Residual morsels linger.
The cryptic frets the untouched stone,
Before the sense dissolves,
In corners, there, he weeps alone,
And clings to his resolve.
There is he, who cannot rest,
In clover, nor in wisps of clouds;
Churning, malaise of soul’s request,
Until such soul has spoken loud.
In voices, tongues of foreign feature,
Ones he cannot hope to reign;
Accepts, within, this lonesome creature,
Such dormancy had lain.
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC
Veins protrude through blinded, cosmic dust.
Obliterate signs,
Distant heart beat follows laced intentions
Star crossed dawn
Torn in daylight
Shadows embrace, welded galaxies.
Explosion retracts out of stolen glances,
Await..unavoidable exchanges
“Lie still,” whispers the chamber.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
he is like an unfinished painting
a song with secretive lyrics
he spills a line then retracts a paragraph
with his eyes; that wide ocean
of unending metaphors
he watches and keeps to himself
a bag full of captured moments
and i am a bird, perched on an ordinary tree
i craned my neck, yet he couldn't see
my subtle melody, another mystery,
trapped underneath the leaves
i beg for mercy from a worm
that was supposed to be my meal
there are no trees across the ocean.
even in the negatives
i will never be cleared
or towed away in his collection of polaroids
yet in between my words, there he is
coloring the spaces my ink left
filling and filling and spilling
on my bed sheet, in my closet
among the neurons in my head
there will never be trees across the ocean.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
(I am woken up by her honey-sweet voice in the morning.)
She: Good morning honey!
Me: Good morning baby!
(I yawn my mouth wide as I say that.)
(She smiles & replies tauntingly as she pulls my ear lovingly.)
She: Seems you had a laborious night!
Me: Yeah, a really laborious one indeed.
(Even I smile as I remember the last night; full of spice.)
(Now she bends towards the side-table and fetches coffee.)
She: Hmmm... I've prepared coffee for you darling, you were asleep.
Me: Oh dear, should I say thanks or kiss you again!?
(I move my body forward from the sheets craning my neck - the cutlery makes tinkling noise.)
(She cackles and barely maintains her balance as she retracts herself.)
She: Seems you're still undone, my naughty boy!
Me: Ah! How truer could you be, kiss me again!
(I offer my lips as I take the cup offered by her.)
(She smiles and just gives a brief peck on my lips with hers.)
She: *Now we should get our day started, otherwise we'd get late.*
Me: *What did you just say!? We'd get laid? Oh I'd love to!*
(I muster an apt piece of laughter for both of us.)
(She looks even more angelic as she laughingly pulls both my ears & cheeks.)
She: Get out of the bed, you naughty boy!
Me: Aye-aye madam! And I'll be hungry soon after getting done with my morning duties.
(I say greedily to invite another sweet smile from my angel-faced woman.)
(She seems to be ready for that and says in a learned manner.)
She: So my dear hubby, what would you have for breakfast?
Me: I'd have you with cheese & salt, milk & sugar and lots of love!
(I say that cheekily hoping to make her blush.)
(She blushes and turns towards the kitchen, I follow to help her.)
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
when a pronoun retracts
and becomes compounded
e.g.: itself, himself...
it complicates matters
with a dually functioning vigor
of content expression:
which extends thanks to the
surgical assertion that the
definite aritlce (scalpel)
and indefinite article (forceps)
proceed to govern
a. retractive pronoun usage
within compounding
is reflexive (reflex bias)
and
b. pronouns given unto punctuation
markings are reflective,
the notorious "i" of
sartre's usage;
in the poor sense of the word
when expressed as mirror-image,
since sarte's linear dittoing
markings possess a narcissistic chiral
exclusion of an active ownership of will
that's simply a misuse of
denotative marking -
it would simply imply an orwellian
conception of double-think, of
"
what's
"
actually defined via
"
thinking about it when orientated by gemini
(i.e. the ditto markings
imply a repeat,
or simply - as above / follow suite.)
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC