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"streches" poems
The distance is what makes it so hard To be here, so far away from your side To be here, as if snared in the lies That you miss me as I long for times gone by. To know what I had… To let it all go... Your smile, your laugh and your touch To know they are gone, never to return It tears me asunder, it saps my soul... The realization is what makes it so hard To know that you were never mine I could have had it, but I couldn’t grasp It slipped my fingers, how could I be that blind?! The shadows are what make it so hard To let go of your memory and bury you in the past I feel it clawing at me, it is screaming so loud It won´t let me forget and it brings me down under its weight As I measure this sadness in pounds My failure streches on for miles And liters of tears flow from my eyes If only I could purge these hours from time... And it is there, as it has been since the first day The emptiness, the silence, the space As time ebbs away, and life goes on Mine came to an end The moment I let you go.
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Linger (V 2.0)
Sometimes, when my cat Ulven ("The Wolf") sleeps Like a bundle of unhungry contentment in the Sunlight, I stand above her and look down, shaking My head as I whisper    I always were a dog-person... She offers one eye open. One. Streches in her own pace. *Yeah, right. Shut up and Scratch, Human.*
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
The Confident Wolf
It's been so long since I've touched you So long since i've felt the scratch of the stubble surrounding your lips The kind that I always complain about But deep down i think you know how much I adore It seems like it's been an eternity since I've felt the softness of your skin The way it streches over your bones so delicately My fingers repeatedly outlining the indents of your back Fitting my hands into the deepest curves My lips have never felt so lonely Missing the tickle from even the slightest and most gentle brush of yours against them Forgetting that talking is their main function Wishing that instead their only job was to love My legs hang loosely and awkwardly without having yours to intertwine with And arms rest on each side of my body feeling desperate for companionship Hands locked into oneanother So accustomed to holding Naturally curling inward Craving the rough callus of your palms I did not know That a body could feel nostalgia But a need for touch proves otherwise.
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
Touch
She was made out of ribbons and butterflies She floated with a tragic grace and a melancholy smile painted on her face She only existed by the magic and wonder of lost yesterdays There was a quite storm of rage and sorrow trapped in her eyes She found comfort in the fingertips of deaths cold grip Though she could no more die than she could sleep or dream And she could not sleep or dream for she was made of dreams She lived in streches of hours and days And inbetween seconds and flashes She was neither here or there But always everywhere The ocean crashed and rolled within the threads of her hair Tidal waves of mist hid her ever flowing tears In moments of secrecy she prayed for the extinction of ribbons And of a burning blaze to consume the last wing of all butterflies
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
Ribbons and butterflies
Stretching thin A yarn Streches across the world. Another thread, as thin as ice, spreads across continants. A string, pulled taught, carries across oceans. A web keenly woven by some sinister spider Streching me thinner and thinner waiting for one to snap. and suddenly its all gone. She plays guitar with my strings, making the most frightening tune she hums and grimaces A bug in her web slowly dying it twitches and twitches and wrestles with the bonds holding it down and fights and pulls and falls into the arms of some sinister spider. It's no longer fate. It's choice Was it ever?
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:36 AM UTC
Some Sinister Spider
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
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC
Expending Greed
when I intertwine and when my body curves its like the grapevine in the old forest that has been growing on the same rusty metal for 100 years on the house that belonged to a joyful yet poor woman when I tread its torwards thus which captivates me. bewilderment has taken its place in whats now the refuge. home in the ingenius of another mind your prose streches out to me and your words like orchids brushed upon my mind like a thousand drops of incoherent happiness and when your eyes turn to the light of my direction they tap into my universe and everytime they multiply endlessly my world expands to be filled with more tenderness and elaborate abundance I dive into an ocean so deep and my lungs they dont collapse you have taken me to places in where I didnt know I could survive bleeding happiness you stab me with a knife a thousand times everytime you say my name
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:37 PM UTC
Everything
I lie down under the shade of the tree. There's only one tree on top of the hill. I'm not exactly under the tree. I'm on the side of the hill and the shawdow of the tree streches out towards me. It's perfect with shade and warm sunlight that feels like a blanket which seeps through the cracks of the leaves and the nice brezze. I lay there thinking of nothing at all, my worries were earsed from my mind. What did I have to worry about? Worries were the reason I was here. Slowly and slowly the atmosphere starts to take me into slumber..... My eyes open a crack, they start lieing to me because I see someone standing over me. The sunlight is glimming on the person. For I am still partly in the shade. We glare at eachother hard not sure what to think. then at random A weird warm feeling started to grow inside, we both ease our gazes and I feel at peace again. I've never felt this feeling before but it was the greatest....
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Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 7:42 AM UTC
Undefined
The right leg crosses the left the left leg crosses the right Not bad for forty two I watch across the room This seductive sequence to think I used to **** that Not now though - no chance she really hates my guts Yet every few weeks I sit across the silent living room She streches over, presenting her *** In **** tight pink trousers She knows what she's doing understands my mind Pink is my colour of *** I cannot ignore her And so the show goes on and then for days to come I dwell on the pink trousers skin of forbidden fruit
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
The Pink Trousers
on these cobbled beaches of streets so bland, suburban sadness streches like sand. and out of the fog the one that kills the bugs and people leaving them dead, unanimated along the flagpole, i feel it creep. the beloved one is here, again far and close from my heart, close and far from me, yet nothing ever happens, no results to see, the fog could last a year and wouldn't still grow up she's pretty, in my dreams at least. How sad. A virtual g̶i̶r̶l̶friend I could Love
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
let me (,) o̶b̶j̶e̶c̶t
just outside the city lines, bout half mile down stands the old stucture, guiding folks to town legend says its an arch, pass under it to be free my thoughts are still pending, not sure to believe the sun sets early now, as we say good bye to summer Its shadow seems longer now, least I remember the people welcome in the fall, the season of colors the crispness of the air, cleanse the summer druthers It seems to stand guard, firmly gripping the ground the people amass and gather round could it be an ancient stargate, from a forgotten time built to keep the human race in a lockstep line now if you look closely, where it bends and streches the fading words still spells its message welcome all you strangers and old friends alike relax, take care, hope you stay awhile
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
some crazy dream
as the evening streches out across the sky winds calm with the emerging stars eyes of the night,i am alone. sad retreats pass through my mind emptyness drains from these hands that held you i know you had to leave on that quiet night but you could have stayed till the morning light
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
to
With wide and big eyes Bigger than biggest electric bulb He flashes non stop no blink With tiny hands and legs Long and weightless like dry stick He streches_sitting on legs_folded With head bigger than bill board Too heavy to carry,but manages he to Daring not turning it up nor east Down nor west My eyes can see his scan Mine_as if an x-ray Count his ribs_I can His heart sight I beating gently His soul leaving behind him_slowly Before him_lying a plate empty Naked and crying in cold under Sun Heat and rain From dawn to dusk With consoul nor help_not For centuries His only words are 'Help me mother Africa For remain I your child'.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
HELP ME MOTHER AFRICA
these gentile waves hypnotize me the soothing swaying, takes hold of me close my eyes, there's no place I'd rather be invigorated by the salty sea the distant horizon streches far away to reach it, is only for the brave if only I could be there, perhaps I'll be saved what wonders lie beyond, I cannot say when the warmth of your arms wrap around me your gentile kiss, upon my cheek brings me back to reality then realize there no place I'd rather be then with my horizon thats holding me
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
Untitled
Crickets and toads In full chorus And boisterous voice Night has spread its wings And claimed the sky The man in the moon Streches his limbs Reaches into his satchel And by handfuls Tosses stars and sands Of dream Stars steak and make wishes Sand falls and gives itself to death And dream gives this endless sleep Where forevers flower blooms And my heart burns With fire and flame Eternaly dancing For love And For you
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
Crickets and toads
The Pulsing Yellow Ribbon Flashes by my window only broken by the Barren streches of Darkness
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
On the Bus
expansion reaches, out of my skull slowly moves across, above and below me. Down through my chest, ***** and keeps flowing. Takes over my whole being with out me even knowing. Its stretching what ever I am, i know I am not this body I am puppeting this thing, thats what life has taught me, and i truly am electric and death wont be able to stop me. I feel it in the air and I know this body is not me. So the truth is ripping out and stretching and seeing where it can go. And I have found a place inside a mind inside a home... Expansion reaches out ward streches around about and below me. You should awaken and reach out let your soul get to know me.
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
electric