"streched" poems
Gazing through the tallest
green nettles
I realized they do
not bite me
Cause it was not the day
for stings and aching
Cause i had the black
mountain boots
and a heart
on my
dim
dark
sport gown
My hands reached
upwards
the Heavens
towards
the white yello
Crown
of
Elder's Abundance
Where Scented Blossoms
Coloured my skin
And exposed my life lines
After
The coolest tangerine
Lemonade
I sat on the black soil
squished young grasses
and found the
tiniest
snail
baby
My palm was a giant Plato
For it's snailish leg
On the left one
he was without weight
portruding forth
to his destination
Is it possible that
his house was
3,5 mm
long
Isn't it cute
that when streched
was 7 mm
at lenght
Visible horns
like 1 mm
and half of it
The upper
The downward
Twotwo
Four
What are you looking at
My lines or me
If he climbs from my
left palm on the right one
It's ment to be
I'll visit the seaside
Fibbonacci House Spiralled
Inner layers with colours
outer still
and translucent
Is it possible
this tiny snail
thinks about me
It didn't work
It remained
on my heart's side
Then I moved this
cutest creature
on my right palm
Little little snail
you're not a match
to squeeze
From the right to the left
I thought to myself
he is she
i don't know
snail's so young
for sure it doesn't seek another snail
To cherrish and love
Yet
It
Climbed on my left thumb
Beautiful in motion
As a revolution
For better days
It is my heart's side
My vision became
Sharp
Clouds
Waffed all around on the deepest blue
White and puffy
Magickal
Metallic
Dragonfly
Emerged out of
Nowhere
Had landed on a spider web
cocoon
on the Verge
of Enchanted Forest
Where grave monument resides
Dragonfly
was in the air
the invisible wings fluttered
My sharp vision
focused on
another three
Blueish
camerades
They don't need los zapatos
They are not obsessed as
Imelda was
And i wasn't thinking
about that at all
This words are for you:
thank you for the music
but the dragonflies
buterflies I love
most.
They were near my
heart,
one caressed among
tall grasses
one butterfly
also
not in oslo
and
Fibbonnaci Friend
who gave me this
Sharp vision
To see the magic
revealing all
around.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Streched out gazing, on the sands,
Of one more of the common seas,
An orange orb setting slowly apparent,
Shiny path of light heavenly,reaching my feet,
Taking me briefly,to creations wonderous,
Minds magnanimous,hearts Alexandrian,
A short utopia of a world universally real!
The unrests forgotten, all toils borne stoic.
All shall pass,Endurance is all, truly Human!
As the path sinks into the deep waters dark,
To shine in worlds other,rays of morning hope,
I know they shall witness the same, some morning!
Night lights of revelry beckon me,the traveller ever,
I merge in them,the sunset feeling sacred in my heart,
Praying,May it hold true for all people all over Earth!
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
My relentless search for
The most beautiful
Is over.
You came to my lap
Leaned this graceful
Head on my upper
Tight,
Covered with
The puffiest blanket
So familiar to us.
And Thou are ~
The eloquent Elegance,
The proof for the Sacred
Geometry, alive, warm
And lovingly cuddly.
I adore Thou blackest
Dots, above your Feline
Fangs, hidden as your
Cat's conundrum; When
Rest, how
Thou charm seeps
In me; like classy
Lion paws
Streched,
Touching my hand
Lovingly.
I trickle my fingers across
Whitest beard, and savannah
maroone blackness.
Jade consciousness opens up,
And starts to purr, pressing my
Wrist tenderly when me writes.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
I only wish to remember you
as I've painted you in my head
brown body streched across my bed
perfect face, electric smile
I knock over the hour glass
this may take a while.
I only wish to love you
in every way you desire
to be the flame to your fire
to energize you, I never tire
to bind together our dark bodies
with my sticky caramel showers.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
What is this longing that i feel?
Is the moon getting older
or everyone around me bitter?
My heart is streched,
into millions of pieces
Unable to recognize what it's calling for.
Who do i talk to, when it feels the loneliest?
The house is getting cold,
my feet heavy.
It is creeping on me
How do you help,
how do you soothe
when you feel
the weight of the worried on your shoulders?
Do you ever feel the pain of your loved ones as your own?
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
The road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew down the highway,
Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio,
"When I'm far too tird to fall asleep" they say,
A car rushes round the corner so I switch my lights to low.
A Buzz or two,
A twinckle light luminates the middle concile,
U coming home baby? We miss you:(
Heh,
I miss u2
A little girl goldest hair you can think of pops into my head,
"Daddy" she says arm streched wide inviting,
"Welcome home, Daddy," the lovliest women you'd ever seen said,
I walk in and the aroma of chiken, mash patatos, and fresh cut bean meet me I'm home in time for supper that's supprizing.
God it's so late,
My headlights chase after the yellow dashed line,
Buzz When you get hom we should go on a d8
22 miles till home says the sign.
Such a long drive,
but to where I'm going it's worth it,
into bed's the first place I'll dive,
all the rain glows like a candle that's lit.
Buzz We can't wait 2c u:)
Reply me 2
I set me phone on the dashboard as I start to round the mountian's sleek edges,
Rain sets the road like ice,
Buzz! I love you;)
In the distance apears yellow wedges,
My breaks are squeaking mice.
Hydroplaning we lose control,
My head bashes gainst the air bag,
driffting away is my soul,
Head hung eyes sag.
Buzz I love you
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
snow fell
on my city
and the grey clouds streched aross the sky's
i sit inside
drinking the tea of memories
oh how they taste good
i'll walk out later
with my friend
around the city we will go
on the snow we will walk
on the train we will ride
will i see familliar faces walking around?
who knows
i bet the snow as hidden everyone from me
i'll sit inside as i watch the snow
and my mind will melt
will the storie go on
or will end it a dramatic pause?
and never to resume again...
i hope the snow doesn't freeze
our storie
footprints will be left in the snow
just mine will be there i suposse
i'll wait for spring
when eveything will bloom
bloom
bloom
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
A combination of yours and mine
my smile and yours
torn at the hedges
combined at the soul
wrinkled in certain places
thoughts dug in holes for me to hold
lest your mortal words from your physical tongue
sing to me in silent echos
and watch my body unfold
the veins in your eyes are red
and your pupils are streched
by simply watching me lay lifeless on this sephia toned bed
and when your hand streches forward
to calm my brutal needs
on to your lips my body feeds
and I forget that
one of the most deadly sins is
greed
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC
Bare that hell, oh Dante's child,
as a crown. Let the flames dance
on your fingertips as you build
your kingdom on ancient ruins.
Light a cigarette and watch the
smoke rise and pollute the
heavens above, the angels
choking on their halos.
When the monsters knock
welcome them with open arms,
streched smiles, and embrace
the beast of your own.
Scream of the riots, my dear
because you are not the fallen,
you are reborn.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Like a giant cotton ball
Moving at its own pace
In the giant blue ocean above our heads
Of many shapes and many sizes
Thick to thin
Streched and clumped
One color
To some
Making it like cotton candy
depending on the morning or night
An hombre of colors
Making them pop
As if in a pop up book
Light and white
Or darker and grey
Being filled with rain
Ready to cry on the earth
To water the lands below
Most times you are there
And sometimes you are not
But when you are up there
Floating around
Making shapes
I could sit or lay down
And look up all day
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
Before I met you,
I could look up
towards the sky
and see the
possibilities
in the spaces
kept between
the stars
now, all I see is the
loneliness in the
shadows
streched in between
them.
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
Sixteen wasn't too far away
But I can remember it
Feel it
Like it was yesterday
Hearts beating out of chests
As if to reach for one another
Speaking language on skin
Goosebumps as braille
That only we could interpret
I do not remember every second we spent together
Only certain moments
Sacharrin memories that have stuck to my tongue
Can not be washed off with mouthwash or salt
They are far too sweet to erase
I do not remember it all
But I do remember feelings
I remember movement
The involuntary curve of upper the lip
Brought on by overwhelming delirium
Contentment
Happiness
I can feel your smile more than I can picture it
I can picture
The lone tear that would escape an eyelid
Every now and then in the heat of an argument
To remind us
That this is real
And it was
Our distance was never anything more than a few miles yet
We always stayed up to make sure
That the other
Was home safe
Tucked beneath the covers
After driving home
2am in pouring rain
It's funny how
Love comes in more than just four letters
In more than a word
In more than just saying it
An announcement
It comes in
Reminders
In ensuring well-being
In wishes
In thrown pennies into wells
In nostalgia
In remembering how lovely it is
I know we were never ideal
Maybe we fought way more than we should have
Our persistance got between us more than once
You a virgo
And I, a taurus
I'm sorry for being a bull
But I never meant to bully you
I used words like grenades all too often
I was a detonator
When I should have been shelter
Protectant
It was silly for me not to be
I was sixteen when I met you
And sixteen when I loved you
I'm older now
Slightly wiser than I was back then
But in reality
I'm no different
The scariest thing to me is that
It seems as if
Years are nothing more than days
It seems as if
This was all yesterday
That time hasn't even begun to graze our youthful skin
But it has
And it is
Time has touched us in ways I never imagined possible
We have already grown apart
Streched to other sides of country
Dipping our bones into different waters
But if there's something you've shown me
Something you've taught me
It's that
Your first love
Will always be your first love
Regardless of how life goes on
Regardless of who you meet
Where you go
What you see
Regardless of distance, time
Whatever it is
Your first love
Will always be your first love
And love,
You will always be
Mine.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
I twist my words sometimes
and lie about the movement of my arms in between different air
so that you can run away from me
so that you can leave without me uttering a speech
of go away
perhaps I never want to see you again
but knowing women such as myself that is never the issue
until I make you up for who you are and accept the nature of things
my time is reluctant and I cant sustain the water that comes from the sky
as I cannot sustain not wanting whatever sounds come out of your vocal chords around me
neither now nor tommorow
you are now a ghost and I know nothing of you
or where you come from
a shadowy lake
dinged grass
simply transparent as anything else that is there
but then again really isnt in sight
and my eyes become narrow like that of a mans
and I see nothing on my sides
simply holding me back from things I must do
just leave
leave
rid me of your eerie changes in forecast
and let my swampy land stay swamp
it would be better than drying up killing my fishes
and then reginerting once more
only to leave disintigrated at the end of the day
when in the beginging I thought I would flourish again
come dig your leaves from my palms
my hands dont move the same anymore when your dead life
and elements that have fallen off your mind and from what is before me
a fragile body of someone who just wants to somehow
reverse ignorant wisedom into curiosity and care
I have streched too far and touched too many different souls
to know that this ridicule is not worth anything more than
well nothing,
honestly I can say that much
which is nothing, so maybe I should just not speak
prosecuters who have been in the soles of the backbone of your situations and such
prove me guilty of selfish acts
that I betake to make myself breathe easier
when regardless of what happens
when I breathe harder
my breath shall only pond down on you
like a thousand needles falling through water
pin drops
pin drops
painfully
smile at me
tell me you will be okay
and so that I may depart
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 2:50 PM UTC
You play my emotions
With nimble fingers,
The hands of an expert,
Unapologetic.
The music of my suffering,
Dazzling.
"Love?" you laugh,
I'm not supposed to.
You're not supposed to,
Use my emptiness,
As part of your show.
But,"It makes a pretty sound,
you know?"
Yes, I do.
You streched a skin,
Across my eyes,
And made a drum.
My hollows ring.
You make them ring.
A lovely sound,
A painful sound,
That's just an echo,
In my empty head.
"Like I care."
You said.
To you, my heart,
Is dead.
Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 3:38 PM UTC
The moon yawned and streched and spread its limbs out on the soft clouds floating along the darkening indigo night sky and slowly it fell asleep and began to dream and its dreams seeped into the clouds and the clouds grew heavy and dark and began to weep tears of joys while watching the illustrations and paintings form from the colors and lines of the visions of the sleeping moon and the tears turned into rain and the rain fell to the earth and formed puddles here and there and rivers flowed with delight and lakes danced in the wind as the rain recited the dreams of the moon and the rain continued to fall as the moon began to snore and its dreams turned to tales of love and beauty and the clouds poured these dreams down upon the first and oldest tree in the land of forgotten places tucked away in the secret mountains of eternity and the water of these dreams gently washed over the branches and the leaves and then gathered and pooled and started to shape into a dream of their own and within this enchanted tale the curves of your smile were drawn and the color of your eyes born and the seductive shapes that covered your bones were made and your heart was made from the words forged from the furnace and fire of the true stories of beauty and love as told by the moon while sleeping amongst the clouds
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
sickly rip me from this diluted tree of melted charm
take me back to those barley filled days
and place me with your little fingers back upon that farm
a time when there was no such thing as firearm
or harm
a time when I was filled with scars of loyal work streched forth for the world to see
down my arms
I time when we didnt hurt our brothers
a time when we went to ours mother for the answer
a time when our ancestors and relatives did not pass this life to live in cancer
a time when the pigs where not the bachlors
a time when a woman was not a cheater
a time when the human was not the actor
and the actors and artists human
these minds
have come to crease the internal of a superficial disaster
that only the right heads can master
I was thinking of our situation on this one night I was plastered
and woke up the next morning after
with the bitter potion still pumping through my combusted liver
and remebered last night with its bright lights and rich champagne
and started to shiver
and how I would have loved to celeberate any occasion down
by a white river
filled with stones and fish of similar nature
a fire and love that spread out through the achres
flowers worn by the women and men in theyre hair for praise
to our universe
and in our very own souls we would immerse
and our eyes and hearts would burst
and the only spell that would be casted upon us is mother natures tender curse
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC
i love when wind kisses my cheeks
today,when i walk along the grasses
where dew drops are paved,and
shines bright as my delight inside
i love the way where butterflies welcome me,..
for the feast in their garden
but,never as delicious as that feeling
which now rules my heart
when ever i look around
i can see everything reflected
with my own gracefullness
i have no wordsto explain
what i feel now,when
i'm on the peak
i saw dry leaves shed down,&
rising sweet flowers of BLISS
blooming everywhere on my way;of life
i'm chilled and charmed
when i got the first drop,
of this rain,in my streched hands.
waves in my heart are beyond everything
& at it's extreme freequency
god had blessed me with his,
smiling rays of light.
i'm happy and thankfull
for everything i ever had....
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
I streched the spring.
Then put it back.
Closed the reciever
With a click and a clack.
I charged the handle.
Then let it go.
I counted my rounds.
Twenty nine in the mag.
One in the hole.
She felt the same.
Cold and steady.
I felt no shame.
Cold and ready.
The air felt heavy.
But something was new.
Some mechanical remedy.
My magazine was full.
And I could face my enemy.
with a 2 lb. trigger pull.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
You live through me,don't you?
You breathe through every pore in me
You are not made of skin,streched on a skeleton
You are much more vivid than I will ever be
Yet it was I who thought you in my mind
It was I who drew you by my hands
It was I who built you brick by brick,stone by stone
And now I am a mere sandcastle in the yard of a concrete home
You stayed by me while I lost my sleep
You made me feel special when they ignored me
You gave me reason to justify the leap
and though you gave me so much
I never realised how much you took from me
Now it is I who lives within you
A kindred bond that binds us two
I guess like all creations you exceeded your creator
But now when I die,you will die with me
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Like two yo-yo's we're taking turns on having feelings for one another.
Will we ever meet halfway?
We spin between fear and love, but never at the same time.
The midpoint is within reach.
Yet one rope is streched while the other is wrapped tight.
I hope one day our yo-yo's get tangled so we can live in balance and harmony.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
I cheated myself the way i never wanted,
hands does'nt move but scroll to be granted,
eyes take a snap of feets,
enourmously both hand bleeds,
knees are bent eyes are narrow,
screams are so loud can make a hollow,
space between concious and unconsiousness,
the cloths are ***** and the fellings are pressed,
be within limits is now a deed,
what i will define is the tear's of need,
lips are died to say anything that i want,
i want to do many things but i cant,
breathes are borken,
my thoughts are frozen,
want to define each and ever thing i feel,
but i have to take it out from the kneel,
beside chest nothing is there,
the thing was freezed and can't flair,
hollow bones but filled with air,
still i cant fly because i am here,
for just crying,
but still i am trying,
for my mind to on it,
cheeks are streched but a little bit,
i have to fight and i cant quit......
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
Mine incarnation streched like William Wallace of Scotland upon this old timber trunk, mine head is dunked in a *** of needing and haveth nots, for didst the world forget the gots?
Ripper's rip out thine gut's by spoons, the feeling of a balloon as thine heart's pricked by human needle.......
Scarab's and Beatles crawleth in dung, when they sucketh they sucketh hard from thy dud's and put thee in confinement wherein realignment is fully needed....
Handcuffed to solitary hole!!!
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
My joints have dislocated
Stretching out to find the truth
Finding empty bottles
Broken pencils from writing
and a whole lot of ghost poems later
These times have left me with
Bones engraved by promises
Inscriptions I can't read
Dreams replayed on bad records
Grasping for relief of mind
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
We live in a world with Billions of people
Sleep under the sky with trillions of stars
Some long to venture but are trapped behind invisible bars
This boy of grey lives each day in a town of blue
Though you just met each other you pray he thinks of you
But this boy of grey has a heart of gold like the rays streched from the sun
Of course it's just first instinct you assure him his journey has just begun
You're a girl of red; revived your own heart when others left it dead.
Unlike the boy of grey with Heart of gold you're actually very bitter and have an angry soul.
Boy of grey with heart of gold
We don't always have to do what we're told
~Alyssa De Marzo
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
*You don't have to worry about
Sleep- you'll get more than enough
Before driving me to the doc's,*
She reminded me last night.
A mental note to text my boss
In the morning.
He'll understand. They always do;
Humans as full of love and worry
As anyone.
Instead of cranes, concrete trucks
And workers in black and yellow
Like bees outside my office window,
I see pinetrees dancing with winds
Warmer than yesterday's,
Beyond homefields of fresh-spring
-Light-brown-
And she breathes heavily on the
Sofa, shielded from the early
Afternoon sun,
Relieved from white coated,
Warm-handshaking sharing
Of news; none but reassuring.
Streched out like a cat mid-nap.
A beautiful, deflated balloon.
Breathing; not bleeding.
Sleeping; not anesthesized.
I worry not about sleep.
Hers is mine.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC