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"shying" poems
Hands all over and Tongue shying to enter How shall I tell her That I'll always be her lover
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
First kiss
quandering, pondering and whiskey has become first and only desk liquor. now digressing to the Blue Eyed beauty writ of this the final page of notebook. and now, reflecting on this early hour. an hour when the goat's head stares thru to soul with always lifeless eyes. stares thru this soul with lack of energy, with entire days' lack of consumption. and with ease this one has been long and gone in falsified attraction of angelfaced Blue Eyed matriarch; this one patriarch. thought entirely conceived. contrac- epted by reality of situation. by reality in general sense, yet words spew unfiltered with lingering hope behind slanted smile. shying stares, all the while watching from eyes' corners. voices of all but her's fall deaf; vessels otherwise mute to concerns not of the Blue Eye's. and here this one finds self lost to rom- anticized thoughts knowing they can be found sterilized via logic. contradicting always, yet no brass holding finger locked to joint. and realizations of actual place spears forehead; spears fore- brain. disrupting what is preconceived concerning entangled souls. hair falling aside temples. point of restraint, this one must end before depression catches hold; this one calling abrupt ending.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
[(untitled) Blue Eyed one]
She bares her soul to no one — a façade for each mood that infests her thoughts like the plague; reticence stalks her every now and then, as she tries shying away from her darkest secrets ripe as cherries hanging from the bough… a charade of whims planted mysteriously on her sealed lips.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Masquerade
Inspired  by  Disney's  magical  kingdom, And  enchanting  fantasy  tales,  You've  reached  the  learning  age  of  five, Leaving  precious  memories,  deep  in  my  heart, Like  dainty  little  footprints, upon  a  trail. Since  the  first  day  you  entered  my  classroom, Shying  away,  in  a  world  of  your  own, And  nearly  in  tears, Waiting  to  be  picked  up, And  taken  back  home. But  you  gradually  surpassed  this  fear, Allowing  me  into  your  life, As  I  reached  out  with  dedication, And  unconditional  love, Opening  the  door  to  your  futureand  watched  you strive. By  quickly  learning  your  ABC's,  123's,  colors, Sounds,  and   mastered  the  writing  of  your  name  quite  early, Including  other  tasks,  and  now  it  may  sound  effortless, But  it's  a  gift  you've  certainly  gained, And  today,  I'd  like  to  wish  you  a  safe  and  successful  journey.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
Dainty Little Footprints Upon A Trail
*As I call upon the night To have a conversation Darkness gives way And night comes alive Conscious mind at rest Sub-conscious takes over Memory box is brimming So many anecdotes Not afraid to emerge Confident around the dark Shying away from the day Night has a life of its own Feeling antsy and inundated Quivering hands open the box Full of pictures in sepia A retrospective of events Which were long buried Sleep has abandoned me Old memories keep me awake*
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
Reminiscing at Night
Set sail on a clear day at dawn, my love boat. Facing the enormity of the seas light waves, soft against the hull pushing forward . Coy observer, of the seas that meet , bestowing their souls to the ocean. Reluctant, hesitant shying away, blushing red as she sees the ocean now open his arms to her. Took slow steps into the fathomage of the ocean showed her brazen self to him And flew away the cloak that bounded her screaming soul. One ghastly day, a storm broke through, it broke the hearty ocean. And went away all the seas, leaving the boat deserted. Waves got higher and stronger hitting the stern every minute. didn't topple, the love boat the mast ,still saving her. And days from then, the boat still sailed, in the wide wide ocean. No island in sight, but stood strong with waves in its favor. Sailing, just sailing, My Love Boat.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Love Boat
Pieces of a woman Gloom, glee, distance and intimacy Attitude, gratitude, strength and vulnerability Heartbreaks, Happiness, Longingness and poetry Calmness, boldness and a bad *** stree. Pieces of a woman Stretch Marks, cellulite, miscarriages and then bossy Shallow, Intense, blur and then some glossy Cute, cheerful, lazy, sane and naughty Benevolent, bizarre, shy and much hotty Pieces of a woman Family, friends, kin, acquaintances Risk, safe and then out of the world chances Society, sub-urb,rural and them glances Some music, some writing, some shying and couple dances Pieces of a woman Marriage, adoption, career and grace Clarity,focus,concentration and haze Red,green, black, purple and beige Independence, freedom, self-doubt and cage All this and endless….. And then some and then some Nothing can totally define The ultimate human The beautiful, the wonderful Pieces of a woman.
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Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 2:31 PM UTC
Pieces of a woman
You can go there. It’s easy, really. But once there, you cannot tell anyone what it was like. An experience must be felt in order to be believed. Otherwise it’s just an idea in my head. But like a horse shying at shadows some of us flee, cantering away when our time comes. The setting sun sings me to sleep, the dark morning fog welcomes a new day. A new day to try. And fail. We cannot see it without light, yet the light itself casts the fearful shadows. So we hide from it. What was it like? You cannot tell me, once you were there. It’s easy, really. Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I?
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Sunrise
This has become more important. Lost in my dreams, lost in my mind. Blame onto me, I know the fault. Faulty lines, different views. I miss you. We are better apart, but only you know. It beats on, it beats on. Staring up, steaming, and breathing. No tears, it’s not you. It’s what you made me realize. Realize that I am not human. Shying away from what’s good, what’s right. Cowering lifelessly, withholding, complacent. Jellyfish, no brain. No soul. I’m a star, bright and spectacular. Only you, nocturnal and beautiful, stayed to see me. Once the sunlight broke, I was gone. Those nights, my brightness. Now I simmer alone.
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Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:31 AM UTC
Jellyfish
We trailed through the moonlit road As I wiped the tears that streamed my face— Everything was calm, everything was serene It felt like we were passing by a city That had long fallen to deep slumber; Where had once all the rushing cars had gone, Back and forth, non-stop, as their engines rattled With much desperation, pleading to rest. Step by step, we slowed our pace, feeling the cool breeze shying from us As we came to a halt. The leaves ruffled, still, and the stars twinkled brighlty. Everything seemed to come together in perfect harmony. It all felt quite bizzare yet astounding; quite frightening yet calming; quite gloomy yet comforting. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before– Perhaps my heart and mind had finally been at peace And that the turmoil inside had faded into nonexistence. • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • Who knew that what a known-to-be ordinary walk Could turn into a magnificent, almost magical cure- A cure for the mind that's filled with cloudy thoughts, And a cure for the heart filled with pain and faults. But what had truly made things better was.. Having you by my side amidst the whole tranquility The entire scenery might have felt mysteriously unreal to me But your presence was my reminder that it was all reality. • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
A Walk To Remember
Slowly drifting  Fading fading  Sitting still with no rhyme or reason Routine routine  Yes sir yes ma’am  Yes we’re very pleased  Well I’m not  But that doesn’t matter I suppose  Call me melancholy  Bringer of gloom and pessimism  Never shying from reality and realistic tendencies  Sitting sitting  Waiting  But for what?
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May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Melancholy
What was Kafka thinking? Felice Bauer- blonde, in a homely sort of way- couldn't think of him the same way after. He'd asked her that question (hidden behind his obsession with his own self-hatred, his surety that she hated him too). Could you- might you- do you think you'd be able to bear it- M a r r y i n g m e? History tells us they didn't tie the knot. Kafka, probably, didn't mind a lot. Franz Kafka: that hopeless man, couldn't look in the mirror without shying from his own reflection. Kafka, who'd balk at the slightest hint of romantic attention. More story than man, really. Had more eloquence in his smallest finger than ever came out of his mouth. No wonder Felice had her doubts.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
on Kafka and love
The way her hair framed her face was unlike anything I had ever seen. It accentuated her character far too beautifully. She often stayed shying away under it, but when brushed away, it revealed the most adorable face. Her smile hidden behind hands. She was fragile and amazing. And as I gazed into her eyes, I felt something I haven't in a long time. Let's run away together. Leave everything else. And please, let me look into those passionate eyes of yours a little bit longer.
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Instead of doing Essays
So many beautiful faces pass me by Different every one All too lovely not to catch my eye But no-one sees me, none See my eyes follow them Admiring Yet shying away at a glance All this cowardice is tiring To the soul It breaks me down Am I invisible to those I wish to see Do I wear the crown? For my head lies uneasy Knowing I am unnoticed by those I wish to love To keep close Unnoticed I am but a speck of dust "That other guy" I am anonymous Another sparkle in your eye My fantasy remains A shallow echo of what could be A faint whisper A part of me I am unloved I am unseen I seek what I cannot find No longer an innocent teen I must find out what loneliness holds I must become familiar with its solemn embrace To shield my sorrow To save face I must protect my fragile heart From ever feeling What I can only imagine is worse Than the loneliness I am wielding
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
A one sided love affair
Tinkerbell, You should claim your love, Your dust uplifts the imaginative, Fancying the image your Pixie holds. A tiny ring held your winged image, I received the token from a dwarf, Whom greedily devoured its bearer. I washed clean its sweet carnage, With your bare left hand in mind, But when I placed the jest upon it, The wedded finger held its ground, An invisible band lay midst its place. The pink blood on your cheeks spoke, An enchantment had been yet laid, The incantations of mine too late, Replied the rosy blood on my cheeks. We smiled in the twilight hence, Reflecting the muted gore, Shying from its shove. You should claim your love, Tinkerbell.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Tinkerbell
Bustling tall building Height of success I'd climb it if I could With my young hands But the topic will digress And take up an idle way With some ADD On OCD, undeserved Funny how things are no matter **** you and your life When work's to be done Here's shying from, shirking from Working until done We can overcome Right after this segment Oh shh, show is back on .... What was it we were fighting for? Oh well, I forget it
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
the revolution will not be televised
*** slave workers Bent over stained beds In forgotten brothels Far from country and home Have more joy than you Or I. Skeleton thin children With skin stretched Over illness bloated bellies In poverty ridden streets Under a relentless sun And equally relentless culture Kick a worn ball around And feel more hope than you Or I. Flea ridden mutts Runts of the brood Feasting on garbage Shying from the kicks Of rotten teens And sour drunks Reciprocate more love From the hand of a kind stranger Than you To I.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
What is the Point?
The passion infused plucking like each note has a soul of its own The high notes like pinpricks Low notes like a loud heartbeat The sound of content loneliness that taught me happiness The tempo slows like water shying away from the shore Peace born out of urgency Love born out of technicality The hours given to the tone, timing and tempo The effort in perfectly letting go Perfectly unique every time just close enough to be the same The beauty in form The form in beauty
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
Classical Guitar
So lost, do I feel... That what I once knew, will no longer appear. Terror racks me deep inside, Forever yearning what once stayed close by my side. Desperation has bloomed beside my feet... Screaming... Pleading... For what I most need. With pen and paper taut by my side, Shall my will continue to thrive, Afore the ink in my pen dares to dry. This mere extension of myself, Paints the colors of my soul. Of what one will never know, 'Till the new becomes the old. Too long have these words gone unsaid, Tainting the many pure thoughts, that have swam through my head. Trapped deep within my heart so dear, All of my passions, now contorted with fear. Curiosity forever sealed within its cage, Fighting, Crying, Desperately wishing to be saved. A key-less lock hangs loosely, Taunting those it may. Holding the door of my prism open, yet preventing any escape As my lifelong dreams bitterly scream my name. I cringe, Shying away from the guilt. For locking away my desires And abandoning my will. Will you ever forgive me? For leaving you so alone To gather up dust and grime, And wander without a home. Will I ever forgive me, For deserting my only hope. Locking it deep within my soul, Till my hand moved once more. Spreading my blood across the parchment, Forever earning my own name. Holding tight onto reality, Unwilling to look fantasy in the face. Creating the key to my own prism, Will I protect this sacred place. Sword and shield, 'Til infinity fades, Do I vow. © 2013 SparksLC
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Prism
So lost, do I feel... That what I once knew, will no longer appear. Terror racks me deep inside, Forever yearning what once stayed close by my side. Desperation has bloomed beside my feet... Screaming... Pleading... For what I most need. With pen and paper taut by my side, Shall my will continue to thrive, Afore the ink in my pen dares to dry. This mere extension of myself, Paints the colors of my soul. Of what one will never know, 'Till the new becomes the old. Too long have these words gone unsaid, Tainting the many pure thoughts, that have swam through my head. Trapped deep within my heart so dear, All of my passions, now contorted with fear. Curiosity forever sealed within its cage, Fighting, Crying, Desperately wishing to be saved. A key-less lock hangs loosely, Taunting those it may. Holding the door of my prism open, yet preventing any escape As my lifelong dreams bitterly scream my name. I cringe, Shying away from the guilt. For locking away my desires And abandoning my will. Will you ever forgive me? For leaving you so alone To gather up dust and grime, And wander without a home. Will I ever forgive me, For deserting my only hope. Locking it deep within my soul, Till my hand moved once more. Spreading my blood across the parchment, Forever earning my own name. Holding tight onto reality, Unwilling to look fantasy in the face. Creating the key to my own prism, Will I protect this sacred place. Sword and shield, 'Til infinity fades, Do I vow. © 2013 SparksLC
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I’m trapped; caged in, hard to get out words flies, as truth denies Shame! Crows flocks in hunger eating little by little of what you served Overworked! Shying away, evasive in many means caffeinated poison keeps me Awake!
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
-cage-
Streetlights passing by reflected In her storm of mixed Emotions render her tears Falling stars. Makes a wish with every salty   Drop on her lips. Lips one man would touch briefly With the tip of an adoring thumb, and By that satisfaction alone Die fulfilled, While others see her as a tool, tossed Back into the box when dull and Exhausted. Fit for a throne, yet only every odd evening Finds her way to bed from the sofa Before sleep finds her fading with fatigue. Shoulders, neck, back, wrists, all Aching in unison; a choir of Discontentment, yet still driven by the Love for her teenage Kings. I always hope she's laughing. I Always hope she sleeps. In my mind I rest a hand upon her Belly when she dreams; the Only way she'll accept a touch Without shying away With a faint, forced smile. Beams of full moon finding their Ways through bedroom curtains to her Nearly closed eyes. She yawns a tear or Three and turns towards the pale Warmth; moonlight again rendering Them falling stars. No wishes for now. Rest is her only lover. I always hope she sleeps.
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Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
Without Shying away with a Faint, Forced Smile
the moon burns brighter glaring at me shamelessly shying away on your name
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
moon at 11:11
The difference between in love and love is a dispute through every relationship I have had. Poindexter says; the greatest second you will ever have on this earth is the exact moment you fell in love. I remember, looking at your face through a computer screen and reminiscing on our moments and I remember that moment; you were laying on the bed yellow wallpaper orange mattress faded sheets bare back to me freckle constellations and I touched you and fell in love. and you said, "I love you" and I pretended I couldn't hear you just so you would say it again ****** of all the times to cut out, THIS is when it does?!" I smiled. I remember another moment another human laughing bright smile hair long and sheen slender and poised boots leggings eye contact and I fell in love and you said, "Do you love me?" and I ran away. Heated face. On your bed, another human you said the words and I had already fallen and been in that vulnerable state for weeks already said I loved you in french to which you said, "No, don't say that" "Too soon" And you were leaning against the wall guitar in your lap fingers strumming staring at me tenderly "I love you" "What?" I said. I ran again. and now, empty handed uncomfortable in my next encounters shying away even more venomous am I now. Disgusted with love and with being in love. Wanting anything but. you leaning over me "Because, I love you." and me saying carefully "I'm in love with you." discomfort in my body Not wanting to waste precious words again but I did anyway throwing them about. just like I threw others about tearing up hearts relentlessly. tearing up lives effortlessly. tearing up people nonchalantly. a dangerous siren. remembering each moment she fell in love and wondering; was it real?
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
the greatest second
The difference between in love and love is a dispute through every relationship I have had. Poindexter says; the greatest second you will ever have on this earth is the exact moment you fell in love. I remember, looking at your face through a computer screen and reminiscing on our moments and I remember that moment; you were laying on the bed yellow wallpaper orange mattress faded sheets bare back to me freckle constellations and I touched you and fell in love. and you said, "I love you" and I pretended I couldn't hear you just so you would say it again ****** of all the times to cut out, THIS is when it does?!" I smiled. I remember another moment another human laughing bright smile hair long and sheen slender and poised boots leggings eye contact and I fell in love and you said, "Do you love me?" and I ran away. Heated face. On your bed, another human you said the words and I had already fallen and been in that vulnerable state for weeks already said I loved you in french to which you said, "No, don't say that" "Too soon" And you were leaning against the wall guitar in your lap fingers strumming staring at me tenderly "I love you" "What?" I said. I ran again. and now, empty handed uncomfortable in my next encounters shying away even more venomous am I now. Disgusted with love and with being in love. Wanting anything but. you leaning over me "Because, I love you." and me saying carefully "I'm in love with you." discomfort in my body Not wanting to waste precious words again but I did anyway throwing them about. just like I threw others about tearing up hearts relentlessly. tearing up lives effortlessly. tearing up people nonchalantly. a dangerous siren. remembering each moment she fell in love and wondering; was it real?
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Have you ever seen a sunflower reaching out to the sun, following him wherever he goes? Or an evening water lily shying away and blushing under her lovely pink at all times when the sun is in the sky? Have you ever seen a dandelion break herself into countless little pieces and fly away to places unbeknownst, just to make herself full again? Have you ever seen a rose, apprehensive of what might destroy him, guarding himself with numerous thorns, yet so beautiful that you can’t help but ignore his thorns? Have you ever seen daisies growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, reminding you to look for beauty even when you can’t? Have you ever seen flowers? Then you have seen love; for flowers are nothing, but love.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Bloom
quiet, stolen brightness oh, it doesn't belong to me but this sky is your black ceiling, I'm just trying to be seen and I see you- I see you- I see you shying away, yes every few days, there's less, every month the same cycle, over and over again and you don't know how much is too much and you don't know when you'll be enough and you're stuck cutting those pieces and you struggle to bring them back back to largeness, back to circular- insecurity, phases of the moon, and the Sun does smirk in the morning blue.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
Phases of the moon