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Passionate lips and wandering hands
Pause for "I love you"s
Sneakingly seeming glances,
Smiles, stares, forever competing
With the beauty of the stars

Adrenaline rushing whilst colliding
Skin against skin, secrets
Abolished through ultimate truth
Gasping for unsweetened air
Nothing as delicious,
Nothing ever as addictive

The trance of you, your very existence
Overwhelmingly blameless
nivek Sep 2014
Black Sheep, the label starts to be applied
slowly, sneakingly, one comment at a time,
and when that is not working,
the wolf turns into a disabled lamb,
and all a sudden you are a Black Sheep beyond redemption
While the wolves eat each others words
never was going to be easy... the only Catholic (personal choice) in my family
Seema Feb 2018
Tongues of seethe fire,
Licks the mesmerizing sky.
Making majestic,
Flow of blazing twisting vines
While the sun sets sneakingly.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
From the bases of Theoskepasti, the physical system emerged in two sums after the movements of the pendular censers that surpass the elliptical of the Cinnabar and the potential of the ejectable force field, for ductility of its forces that emanated from the triad with the archpriest, helping him Etréstles and Kanti, who would take them to the Hellenika necropolis. They make of their golden bodies the ephemeral speed mechanized in the originality of the system of the homily, to break the guardian friction of the gravitational axial of the body of Light of the cinnabar, which received the sulfur kinetics and the defective organic matter that were wrapped in the bizarre alloy of sulfurous light and all the forces gathered, not rubbing against the cinnabar obelisk, already invaded by energy that made it superficial, between the casing of the roof of the Panagia Theoskepasti and the strange normality that made them physical-organic. No scrubbing would continue the movement of the fleeting angle of the anvil of Hephaestus, but the static on the surface, lay unchanged before the forces of the back and forth of the molecules that sank late, shooting out of the pendular area of ​​his bowl and then starting with full power for new angles that will take advantage of the mechanics of the forge and the friction clean and **** before the splice and the resistance of the reactivation of the second period of the movement, to forward them to Tsambika in response. Quantifying later between the inferiority and the intangible shock reaction in the radiosities of the cinnabar light reimposed towards Rhodes, forming resistance, but of immanent entropy, with a high degree of fineness, in such a way that once the conservation rays are fired, the response to Rhodes will come from Kímolos with the particles and combustion of sulfurous gas and mercury, generating entropy of two quantum and physical times between the Dodecanese and the Cyclades, knowing that the inert matter is inactivating the living, thus envisioning the contingent presence of iron in the geology of both islands, with more than eighty percent and gravitating oxygen for the Vas Auric and its materialization, as a ****** impression reducing its physical dimension and expanding its water content in pelagic beings of the Aegean. This would suggest that the homogeneity of both island territories would appease the concept of substitutions that jump from north to south, to break their normal equilibrium, depleting what is insular land towards oceanic land. Thus they will be entropically mixed for a new generation of fertile life to balance in chaos, already in the hands of Saint John the Apostle and Vernarth, in the main nave of the Monastery that seemed to be atomized and vanished, but then atomically restructured, sneakingly breaking the canons of the traditional entropy and making it disproportionate to the ordering of biodiversity of the sterile and the fertile, reordering itself as a mutable and excluding force of the reality of act-effect, to invest it in the integrity of life-death-life, as molecular entropy and goal in double unity physical dimensional, making the universe prospectable by splitting from any other format, to become another and another physical dimension. Universe-Duoverso, they shake like two spheres, almost joining each other, but separating heterogeneous classical ones, but as a homily, under the invocation effect of Conviction and Faith. The universes self-recompose and redistribute before our eyes, but before The consistent devotion of this homily makes them astonishing and phenomenal (everything that happens is recomposed - if the tree is fractured, but then it straightens fractured, before our eyes being recomposed). Thus the chaos of the Universe is resolved, appropriating a new sequence of continuous creation, starting from the same creative property, but of molecular entropy, almost defective or adverse, but of constriction of the yielded body, to be incorporated into the beams of lights of the dynamic cinnabar, generating combustion at the ends of each part of the obelisk of the structure, in order to release and stimulate on the absorbent ..., of entropy and of Tsambika Hexagonal Birthright and the Theoskepasti Triad, as conciliators of two magnitudes and members of a sub-group of physics, relativizing and rearranging its common origin, towards a phenomenal one of the same base, but of mystical devotional prodigy in the Vas Auric.
d) Physical energy (molecular entropy)
Zoe Holden Feb 2021
Trigger Warning: eating disorder mentioned
Tell Me Dear,

     Will you remember the days when I starved myself to a spine? Then I needed the hollow bones to match my emptiness inside. I needed to shrink to bare to be seen. Because then I was afraid my emptiness had begun to expand. I feared it would creep from within the confines of my chest and bare itself to the world. And you see, that’s why I had to stop eating. I had to make room in my gut so that I could hold the emptiness back from the world. And when that began to hollow my insides, I felt nothing but pain. I had no room left for the joy, happiness, or relief that containing the empty could bring. Those I left to all of you on the outside full. Maybe that’s why you all saw me as beautiful, because I brought you nothing but good feelings while I sneakingly choked myself on the bad. That goodness I gave you made me an angel in your eyes. But don’t you know angels have to be lighter than air to fly?

With all the love and goodness I could hold,
     Your Empty Flight
Cm Jan 2019
The sun fell asleep
Letting the sky enveloped
With the darkness
The moon started
searching for you
Stars twinkling & dancing
You are fast asleep  
Journeying in a dreamland
Here I am thousands of
Miles away from you
I close my eyes letting
My soul float to you
I came  close to you
Whispering
In your ear
Hi my love  !!
Did you hear me ??
Embracing in my arms  
I kissed your forehead
and your  soft lips
Did you feel me?
Sneakingly
  I stole you from you
And Brought with me
Now you are not there But with me
Did you find you ?


©sobbingsoul
Vinnie Brown Mar 2019
Fun fact
The girl I’m dating uses this site as a poet
And we don’t follow each other
Yet, I know sneakingly
We read one another's work
It’s quite interesting
Being able to view her words
For topics that are relevant to our lives
As I’m sure she would agree
Having the roles reversed
It gives a depth and understanding
To the colorful words of black and white
Where we’re saving one another
Last breaths and truths out loud
Grasping one another closer
Than any fantasy
And sometimes it’s hard
To breath in and breath out
And we’re giving all we have left
To you
Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting
(think feeble attempt
impersonating plumber plunging -
unclogging backed up toilet),
flushed with satisfaction,
now snakes into following non sequitur,
whereby then upperclassman,
whose name Scott Lambert

I suddenly remembered
modest fellow one year my senior  
- donned tee shirt
“please support your local ******”
yes folks back in the day,
one long haired pencil neck geek
palled around with another
hirsute nerd - Roger Kummerer,
(who both of us graduated Methacton
High School class of 1977),

and yours truly readily
admitting, alluding, and attesting
without shadow of doubt
representing the dumber
than rocks of said rolling stones
foo fighting beastie boys
allied with Smokey and the bandits,
the latter donning outsize
particolored grey pachyderm trunks,
Tuscaloosa so far away;

especially as Mummer doth strut
on unseasonably warm New Year's Day
sporting polar bear look-alike
gabardine garb getup trumpeting,
merrily squeezing Charmin
rubbing her/his tuchus
excellently exhibiting posterior
as chief motormouth sound
of combo motorboat hummer.

Mein kampf elapsed distressfully
even now scores of decades later
ah..., the joys of amazingly aging gracefully
recalling happily never
being beat into pulp daily courtesy
imagine dragons saving me hide  
'though dimming sense and sensibility
before (appearing gratefully dead)
lifeless body dumped into gully,
nevertheless all the while fully
maintaining consciousness, and forcefully
summoning forth latent powers gleefully
choking living daylights masterfully

delivering just desserts upon Tom Viglione,
whose plaintive laments truthfully
resonate as blessed music
to ears unaccustomed hearing pitifully
sounding long overdue comeuppance
forever disbelieving wrongfully
perpetrated intimidating injustice
witnessed courtesy mine doppelgänger,
who wanted to strangle  
the m*r f*rs yearningly
fueling an ordinarily meek lad
only in his dreams, he envisions zestfully.

Pugnacious thuggish hooligans... although
decades long since elapsed,
whereby muscle bound hoodlums
jockeyed to rain
one after another verbal Hawaiian punch,
and bandied fist viz physical blow
threatening introverted diminutive boy
who, no surprise did eventually,
albeit (shamefacedly, sneakingly,
and stuntedly) didst grow

(as an aside resembled anorexic
Kris Kringle **... **... **...),
which long sleeved Santa suit
rendered invisible liver spots;      
said epidermal splotches black and indigo
wracked (in my pinion), impacted, and affected...,
this punster, he haint Joe
King, but upholds true value
nudging anonymous reader to chuckle
thru contrived written words y'know

good humor less or mo'
yours truly aspires toward po'
whit tree linkedin with infusing,
feebly, lamely, and quirkily
(no matter recognizing ex post facto)
impossible mission reporting punks to principal,
hence describing, envisioning, forsaking passivity
as defensive modus operandi status quo
finally freeing mine unsung
inner foreigner juke box hero.

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