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"strech" poems
Sadness is easy. Sadness is fluid. Sadness is a teardrop that flows to a river Sadness flows. Sadness is the rain that pours on a Sunday afternoon Sadness pours. Sadness is a long drive in a strech of a road without trees without people without houses Sadness stretches Sadness is never ending. Sadness is looking outside the airplane window seeing nothing but clouds no ground no greens no blues. Sadness is looking up at the sky at the vast dark sky without stars without clouds without the moon. Sadness is the abyss Sadness is blank Sadness is flat Sadness is stagnant Sadness is easy.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Sadness is easy
On hot summer days that strech ouy like this Bird and bug song harmonized in the air Cool water splashing with the sound of kids Hearts start to be wild and do as wished Leafed breezes blow away all hardened care Creatures come from the dens in which they hid As stars draw in like a smooth panther fur And future folds out, bright and unsure Music calls out in the dead of night As all come out to camp, dance, chat, and play We try our bravado and our own fright As summer nights flow into the dog days
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Summer Sonnet
The hills over this rocky strech of road are greener, that contain the things I want in life. Success, a happy family, you name it. I am wanting greener pastures. But it is going to take some time like a press conference for Obama announcing his latest economic plan. Yes the greener pastures are coming its just tough right now to wait for it.
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Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 10:06 AM UTC
Greener Pastures
I have so much to offer inside of this prison called a soul how to get it out is the mystery I pry to know. My angels and demons pull and strech this skin, their best efforts to free me from within. Sadly, the never win they always lose I choose to be free but the power is not mine it has never belonged to me.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Trapped in her own skin
When I was five the most magnificent pastime was imagining what it would be like when you swept me off my feet wearing a long peach gown (because that was my favorite color at the time) and you would set me on your tall white stallion and sing me a song about some enchanted evening the woodland creatures would sing with you wrap your cloak around my shoulders and we would ride like Snow White to Ever Ever, After. When I was twelve the most exhilirating fantasy was dreaming what it would be like when you rolled up in your strech Hummer pressing your palm on the small of my olive green dress back (because I know what goes with my hair this time) and folded your fingers around my wrist the paparazzi's going mad gasps and lightning strikes to our retreating frames as I turn and wink one last time and we ride off into the distance to Broadway and Main. Now that I'm older I realize that I'll probably meet you in the most unexpected of places a bookstore a library when I'm pretending to read Hemingway you'll off-handedly tell me that you like his work I'll confess that I really don't get it you'll grin and I'll smile sheepishly you'll rest your hand on the table in front of us and I'll be wearing my glasses and a jacket (because I don't care what goes with my hair this time) and I'll realize that you probably don't own a white stallion nor a stretch Hummer and you probably aren't famous nor will you sing me some sappy song about enchanted evenings and that it'd be really freaky if the chipmunks sang with you but I'll nod anyway and we'll ride off into the distance of Starbucks.
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:43 PM UTC
Prince Charming
When I was five the most magnificent pastime was imagining what it would be like when you swept me off my feet wearing a long peach gown (because that was my favorite color at the time) and you would set me on your tall white stallion and sing me a song about some enchanted evening the woodland creatures would sing with you wrap your cloak around my shoulders and we would ride like Snow White to Ever Ever, After. When I was twelve the most exhilirating fantasy was dreaming what it would be like when you rolled up in your strech Hummer pressing your palm on the small of my olive green dress back (because I know what goes with my hair this time) and folded your fingers around my wrist the paparazzi's going mad gasps and lightning strikes to our retreating frames as I turn and wink one last time and we ride off into the distance to Broadway and Main. Now that I'm older I realize that I'll probably meet you in the most unexpected of places a bookstore a library when I'm pretending to read Hemingway you'll off-handedly tell me that you like his work I'll confess that I really don't get it you'll grin and I'll smile sheepishly you'll rest your hand on the table in front of us and I'll be wearing my glasses and a jacket (because I don't care what goes with my hair this time) and I'll realize that you probably don't own a white stallion nor a stretch Hummer and you probably aren't famous nor will you sing me some sappy song about enchanted evenings and that it'd be really freaky if the chipmunks sang with you but I'll nod anyway and we'll ride off into the distance of Starbucks.
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Listen, if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them. It means someone wants to love, Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart? are we waiting for something, regretting anything? To whom I can strech out my hand in the somber desert? Who will accompany me on the empty night? Who will give me a fiery day? Who will bring back the sea that left? No hope here. Torment is certain. Without sacredness in the emptiness of this world of ours, the heart of man fades like a flower. Suddenly, the shuddering of the heavens penetrating my soul, Oh never let the parting sun, no star is ever lost we once have seen, the long rains will continue to fall.
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 7:24 AM UTC
THE HEART OF MAN - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
As I sit upon this great stone I take in the majestic view It is not a view on the mountaintop But much smaller indeed Quiet and humble in it's existance It's merely a view seen from this rock That's stood here since the Ice Age Slowly melting under the elements But majestic nevertheless I wonder and speculate in silence Would this very rock That looks so large in my eyes Once have been But a small pebble under the Ice Before all these countless trees grew here I close my eyes and picture This forest without all its treasures Then build it up slowly again In the depths of my limited mind These trees so tall and evergreen Produce gasses and chemicals And as they spit out their oxygen Tirelessly in vast amounts As the sun gazes upon them The air becomes purer So pure in fact That a strange grey-greenish beard Celebrates it's existance On the barks of these giants The countless lakes mirror their surroundings As the drowsy sun paints them orange Laying itself to sleep beyond the horizon And as the sea has its own scent So do these lakes They leave an indescribable scent On the skin of the human bathing in it Leaving her hear soft and lush The last rays of the sun Force their way through openings In the ceiling of this forest Creating lightbeams Seemingly rising from the forest floor Absolute silence aside from my slowly beating heart I strech my weary wings Straighten my feathers Close my eyes forever And acknowledge that my time is up at last
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
Down With The Sun
I have reached that fatal point in where I associate consequence with defeat and happiness I have reached that fatal point in where I associate warmth in spaces between your arms and your fingers I have reached a point so fatal that it has made me feel more alive in between your curiosity I hide I imagine myself in so many different places with you and sit and just let my thoughts trail I know you in a sense of understanding and how subtle that is I wouldnt believe it if I really knew you saw your light in your darkest places and saw the dimness in your vast brightness saw your spine from the inside out and felt your chest upon mine I have tasted the poisin in your cheeks but I have yet to hear your heart beat upon my ear I have a notion brief yet so strong of what your are capable of doing to me that if you were to show me to places within your hidden places I might lean back and scream what it is what it is to feel such a powerful thing when I thought beauty couldnt strech her hand any further I saw what was behind your fingerprints what was behind everything that was physcial what was behind everything that was spiritual something that went deeper I see you and then I see time and then I see a mixture of colors a blurr this permanent handwriting on my walls marked with touch by your words has edged itself along the small of my thoughts and I am devoured depleted by you To think that your sense was staggered puts my thoughts to sleep and I cant understand how you thought I didnt feel the same I walk backwards to how I hid so discreetly from you if only you knew I feared you and feared myself feared how the colors might mix feared how the pain might ravage us and lay our hearts to waste under the gravel of such beautiful little things now I move and where to exactly I cant press my tongue against that but we move timidly towards each other
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Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 2:55 PM UTC
Timidly
I have reached that fatal point in where I associate consequence with defeat and happiness I have reached that fatal point in where I associate warmth in spaces between your arms and your fingers I have reached a point so fatal that it has made me feel more alive in between your curiosity I hide I imagine myself in so many different places with you and sit and just let my thoughts trail I know you in a sense of understanding and how subtle that is I wouldnt believe it if I really knew you saw your light in your darkest places and saw the dimness in your vast brightness saw your spine from the inside out and felt your chest upon mine I have tasted the poisin in your cheeks but I have yet to hear your heart beat upon my ear I have a notion brief yet so strong of what your are capable of doing to me that if you were to show me to places within your hidden places I might lean back and scream what it is what it is to feel such a powerful thing when I thought beauty couldnt strech her hand any further I saw what was behind your fingerprints what was behind everything that was physcial what was behind everything that was spiritual something that went deeper I see you and then I see time and then I see a mixture of colors a blurr this permanent handwriting on my walls marked with touch by your words has edged itself along the small of my thoughts and I am devoured depleted by you To think that your sense was staggered puts my thoughts to sleep and I cant understand how you thought I didnt feel the same I walk backwards to how I hid so discreetly from you if only you knew I feared you and feared myself feared how the colors might mix feared how the pain might ravage us and lay our hearts to waste under the gravel of such beautiful little things now I move and where to exactly I cant press my tongue against that but we move timidly towards each other
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Alas, there he stands Far above ocean sands, The eyes close and ears have opened To the world of sound around him. Far could the eye strech out Across the ocean in the sun's route, No land can be found upon the horizon Except the rock below his bare feet. Each and every cresant wave, Break above what he sets to brave And covers its depths in uncertainty To force the truth to be unknown. And high above these waves below Off an end of the ocean plateau He leans and lisens with eyes closed To the crashing of the waves underneath. The birds echo through the sky And do echo the waves' war cry For he stands unclothed and silent Preparing for a dive of faith. The springs of his ankles unload, And in hair and ears the winds blowed His linked hands and fingers led the way, And his closed eyes trusted the future. Faster, more does his speed quicken The mist of the waves does thicken And louder the wind whistles, the waves crash Although no drops of fear pour from his soul. Plumitting to the depths at last, Into the waves comes a decisive crash, And now the test has arrived at his hands, To dive deep for devils and their secrets. Written: July 3, 2006 @ 11:35 PM CDT
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC
Meditation
It's midnight and I hit the pause button, Strech, move slowly to the window. Pull out a cigarette of my yellow box and light it up. Fresh air touches my half naked body, Tense skin, cherry-red ******* It's almost 1am so I take my medicine, White pill, blue pill, orange one, 25 drops Bitter lips, thirsty mouth. Lights turn off and I get between soft, silk sheets. Heavy breathing, salty skin. It's 02:07 as i scream for help, Silent whispers of confusion as I realize it isn't real. It's 02:40 I've got fire in my belly and ice in my chest. Olive-green emptiness in my ****** eyes, Close them tight As I pour and shatter.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
Am
Will of the world Freedom for all God given right. To **** Them all. Now we go It's time to fall Right out of line It's time to go We go Round and round on the circle Live by and die For what This force Drives home ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Music box ticks out a song Then stops Wind it back up ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Just like The lamb I came Blind and mute to the slaughter The same The same way As it goes It's just the same There is No longer hope Round and round on the circle We live and die For what This force Drives home Pouring my Iron down into the mold It glows Across my face My hands They quake And as it sets I can start to see My Face Round and round on the circle I watch them go Living to die By the hand Of a force Bringing them home And it's not much of A strech Ive come to second guess ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ The music box shatters Deep inside me something feels chains crawling all along its back.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
Subversion Of The Demonic Automation
*Lavenders Awake, Marigolds Strech Their New Leaves, The Withered Rose Grins*
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
Flowers (Haiku)
*My King another minute away I don't think I can stand another moment, another day all the emotions from missing you will pile up and drown me away You are everything to me I just need you to see I need you to come to me my arms are open I am lost and I am home sick you are my heart and I can't breath I am in a cage and your the key baby won't you come rescue me? and never part from me again? just like you said? my love can strech miles to reach you but the absence of your touch remains and even though everyday I know your mine I need your arms to keep me warm I need you right here by my side <3 Your Angel*
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Too Much Time Away
In the vastness of my space I write messages in the bathroom mirror I adress them to myself Hoping the next day There will be something To comfort me in the warm mist,in the breath but the next day there is no message for me like my finger never touched the mirror I strech my mind in my houses square metres living room,kitchen,bedroom searching the least lonely one I sit at the couch thinking of people who could sit there but the hot tea in my mug Cant warm  my heart as it exits my eyes transformed in tears
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
A ghost in his shell
Kp why oh why me Haven't I had enough ? Misunderstood in laguage Stutter much? Only last year could I look others in the eyes But not so much with age Making excuses and lies It lies on my skin Like you Ridged and red it had been I like my friends I do But it's not like they'll ever ask again The wounds too deep Too visible Crawling across my skin Help is often oh so reliable If only I knew where to begin Peal it back and the brighter it gets The harder it is the defend Against these thoughts it fits That my insecurities are so ever viable When they strech across me Kp why oh why me
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Keratosis pilaris
Pillows take form And feel of clouds And welcome moon And stars Before my closing eyes Your ghost begins Its dance My hands strech out To dream And with the last Dying breath of day My lips let whisper soar I Love You
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
Welcome moon and star
A willowy passage greeted us threading a trail through a light wood high with pine and robust elm trunks. Frens curled and licked ankles and shins leaving damp sheen on boots carefully avoiding sprawling roots   there as reminders nature can reclaim the trail if and when it chooses. Husks of beach nuts dark open stars long pilfered of their bounty littered a strech of eight paces. She pointed to movement in the undergrowth, a flick of leaves and scurry of a squirrel. Taking my hand for balance and warmth I lead her through the silence fearing to breathe in case a breath spoiled the tranquility
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Through the wood
Heaven has no Eden And hell has no flame Without flowers singing Or fires dancing For your name And my body here And my heart and spirit There with you And I would strech My soul across The sun and moon and universe Just for a wink Of time To whisper once again I Love You
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
For your name
I think all I have to do is strech out my hand you will grab it and never let it go. I think all I have to do call out your name and you will hear me no matter the distance and land between us. I think you will always know where to find me, it's a place where only we know. I think if I gave you my heart, it never stop beating with yours. Don't worry though. I'm pretty sure it's all in my head.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
What I Think
It was one of those bad days that followed me as my heavy weary eyes fell to slumber.  Soon nightmares had wrapped their blanket of fear and doubts around my heart and lungs.  My bed turned to a turbulent  ocean soaked with tears and silent screams echoing in the lighting streaking between thunderous clouds.  I tried to scream back but only silence slithered and slid out of my throat.  My sweat collected into thick crimson red puddles and claws reached out and strapped me down farther into the darkness.  I knew it was a nightmare but everything was eating away at my senses and no amount of struggle could wake me.  Arguments and memories haunting me and dragging away the joy in my heart.  My eyes held open as I was forced to watch another dream die as this nightmare unfolded its dark corners.   I would have started crying but I had died with the dream... turned into a ghost to wander aimlessly through its death. My eyes creaked open but my mind was still lost in the nightmare.  My heart beat slow and cold in my chest and pulsed a living numb through my bones and marrow.  I had no urge to get out from under the blanket the nightmares had tangled me in.  All I wanted to do was let the misery wash over me and drown me... I couldn't even start crying, I just didn't have the will to do anything.  I layed there in dark, staring off towards the void... just wanting to be swallowed out of existence. I start to move subconsciously as my hand reaches blindly for my phone and my fingers strech out across its surface.  I'm not aware of what is happening... and then your picture appears in front of my dreary eyes and the words just fall out in a hushed whisper... "i love you.. " In an instant, the blanket disappears and warmth resurges within my heart.  The dream resurrects itself and puts the nightmare in the noose.  I press my lips to your picture and repeat the words again... "I love you" Somedays thats the only thing that can get me through another day
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Bad day
It was one of those bad days that followed me as my heavy weary eyes fell to slumber.  Soon nightmares had wrapped their blanket of fear and doubts around my heart and lungs.  My bed turned to a turbulent  ocean soaked with tears and silent screams echoing in the lighting streaking between thunderous clouds.  I tried to scream back but only silence slithered and slid out of my throat.  My sweat collected into thick crimson red puddles and claws reached out and strapped me down farther into the darkness.  I knew it was a nightmare but everything was eating away at my senses and no amount of struggle could wake me.  Arguments and memories haunting me and dragging away the joy in my heart.  My eyes held open as I was forced to watch another dream die as this nightmare unfolded its dark corners.   I would have started crying but I had died with the dream... turned into a ghost to wander aimlessly through its death. My eyes creaked open but my mind was still lost in the nightmare.  My heart beat slow and cold in my chest and pulsed a living numb through my bones and marrow.  I had no urge to get out from under the blanket the nightmares had tangled me in.  All I wanted to do was let the misery wash over me and drown me... I couldn't even start crying, I just didn't have the will to do anything.  I layed there in dark, staring off towards the void... just wanting to be swallowed out of existence. I start to move subconsciously as my hand reaches blindly for my phone and my fingers strech out across its surface.  I'm not aware of what is happening... and then your picture appears in front of my dreary eyes and the words just fall out in a hushed whisper... "i love you.. " In an instant, the blanket disappears and warmth resurges within my heart.  The dream resurrects itself and puts the nightmare in the noose.  I press my lips to your picture and repeat the words again... "I love you" Somedays thats the only thing that can get me through another day
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i’ll strech the seconds and make every moment with you count
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
seconds