"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.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
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.*
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
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.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
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
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
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?
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:36 AM 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
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
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:37 PM UTC
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....
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 7:42 AM UTC
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
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
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
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
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
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
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'.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
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
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
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
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
The Pulsing
Yellow Ribbon
Flashes by
my window
only broken
by the
Barren streches
of Darkness
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
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.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC