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Dusting off the rabbity that squirrely tempo anxiety, closing in with night. The irresistible pattern the irrational illogical fight a battle with one’s discipline, mirroring our might. I make it home a fluttering belly twirled and muttering, I tell myself tis alright! The damage done, and everyone, I’m just like them and millions more succumbing at the Devil’s door. And the taste, the burn, the healing calm, the shaking and the thinking gone. Knock one back, slam out another night is early, rock it brother, Tying on a swilly swirling buzzed-out brain and mind a twirling. . . “Ahhhh…” I feel better now, exhilarated, exasperation falls to stout resound; I pour again and knock it down! “Ahhhh…” Spinning now, not to say I’m spun but choosey choosing several a pun I see myself an accomplished one! Yes, that’s it, that is me, look upon with thoughts of glory yank open the freezer for glass that’s hoary. . . How cool am I? certainly not boring all night I’m here, pouring, pouring. . . Buzz subsides, thoughts slow too, lurid leering, slobbering swearing, stupid actions and nothing new? I lose the bottle, I lose my shirt, ***** on myself, pass out in dirt. Another night of drunken hero, time that’s wasted for kingly Nero. But who am I to judge myself? *I’m hardly worse than anyone else?* *
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
Alcoholic
*As our dew points match, lead me out into the open moonlight Then take my hand and come with me to share this glorious night Sin smiling Angels look down on us in the night's cocoon Safely sheltered beneath his broad shoulders our bodies completely attune Her pale skin denied The moonbeams as I eclipses them above her Shivering to the cadence of the night with the moonlight as a ****** The cool night air hasn't chilled her warm summer lips The stars reflected in our eyes, each shimmering thoughts a kiss Ethereal night mist rises from our slowly moving bodies His warmth tastes of golden light, dancing to simple melodies Shimmering in dusk's glow the rapture subsides in a glistening shudder Splendorous waves of euphoric flood, as we complete each other as lovers*
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
Under an Angel's Sinful Smile (Collabration with Palmer)
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.
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Nothing Gold Can Stay
Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE!
Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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# *Souls embroidered with sweet sighs of passion Musing of nights in lace & white satin On a vista of flesh, flushed with desire Riding the flames on a passage of fire The beating of drums, commanding the night To the rhythm of hearts, passion ignites Wrapped in immortal flames of the sun Burning together, two become one Flesh upon flesh, a spirited dance Welded by whispers of love, of romance Temperatures rise in a fever of lust Stoking the flames, ****** after ****** Riding the swell, in a race to the shore Try to repress, but needing it more Virtue be ****** in the rage of desire Flames rise in hunger, higher n' higher Charging the crest, temperance slips Drawing the reins in a white knuckle grip Crashing of waves unleashes the flood Quaking the heart, and searing the blood Spewing of flames in the crash of the tide In a warm sheen of sweat, fervor subsides Energy spent in the throes of release Collapsing together, the story complete* #
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
In Lace & White Satin
Let me taste you, let my tongue ripen inside. Licking your lips, dryer that sweet wine. Mix your taste buds with mine your decadent flavor is fine. Succulent as is divine, your taste, I devour time after time emotions erupting The burning passion never subsides.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Lush.
There's something about the sea: In feeling a force of nature, So much stronger than yourself, Surround you in its embrace. There's something about the waves, Their raw power, Their cool, demanding strength. And there's something about his hands, His voice, his eyes. The way his body pulls mine under, Like waves, Indomitable, forceful, Alive. And I'm floating. I'm sinking. I'm thrown around in the current. In his arms: the sea; The breath he steals Then grants it back. And I pray only That the tide never subsides.
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 4:56 AM UTC
Maritime
a whole year a whole wild world hundreds of laughter gorgeous amber restrain my anger i thought it was for the better but my heart is shattered unbearable pain from a beautiful sin getting wider everyday getting sadder everyday i am aware of limits i face it every minute but we're beyond that is it that bad been out all seasons escaping prisons fighting demons i shout it out loud hold you around feeling insanely proud you can tell by the clashing sound but why am i wrong to believe in everything we are everything i got my strength subsides eventually painfully because i'm out here fighting but you're in there hiding
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:38 AM UTC
hide out
1108 A Diamond on the Hand To Custom Common grown Subsides from its significance The Gem were best unknown— Within a Seller’s Shrine How many sight and sigh And cannot, but are mad for fear That any other buy.
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A Diamond on the Hand
I find it hard to put myself out there, I don't go out on a limb To concerned about what people think and say, like "man, look at him" "Who the **** does he think he is, he ain't no Eminem" These words never hit my ear but I swear I'm hearing them "Look at this, another poor white boy from the trailer park" "Trying to hit his mark and make it big by belting out what's in his heart" They got no clue money and fame wasn't my reason to start It began as a way to shed some light on what seemed like eternal dark One spark was all it took and I couldn't stop this pen from spilling ink On the brink of insanity aboard a ship destin to sink Life ******* me like a ***** two in the pink one in the stink Swallowed a bottle of pills, why did they give me this charcoal to drink Hmmm, let me think...FUCK That's the problem, I just reacted, I didn't stop to think Didn't stop to think about everything I was about to flush down the stink But the rope that was supposed to save me is now the one around my throat The beautiful words I wrote now read as if a suicide note But getting these thoughts out worked better then letting them get my goat The loose lief kinda saved my life, it kept me afloat I filled up hundreds of papers, I wrote down thousands of lines The more I wrote the less I hurt, confidence up and pain declines The rain subsides eventually in everyone's minds But make no mistake the beast still resides behind these eyes It's just these words are like a prize, they put the beast to sleep like lullaby's ©2018
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
~•§•~ This Pen Saved Me ~•§•~
I find it hard to put myself out there, I don't go out on a limb To concerned about what people think and say, like "man, look at him" "Who the **** does he think he is, he ain't no Eminem" These words never hit my ear but I swear I'm hearing them "Look at this, another poor white boy from the trailer park" "Trying to hit his mark and make it big by belting out what's in his heart" They got no clue money and fame wasn't my reason to start It began as a way to shed some light on what seemed like eternal dark One spark was all it took and I couldn't stop this pen from spilling ink On the brink of insanity aboard a ship destin to sink Life ******* me like a ***** two in the pink one in the stink Swallowed a bottle of pills, why did they give me this charcoal to drink Hmmm, let me think...FUCK That's the problem, I just reacted, I didn't stop to think Didn't stop to think about everything I was about to flush down the stink But the rope that was supposed to save me is now the one around my throat The beautiful words I wrote now read as if a suicide note But getting these thoughts out worked better then letting them get my goat The loose lief kinda saved my life, it kept me afloat I filled up hundreds of papers, I wrote down thousands of lines The more I wrote the less I hurt, confidence up and pain declines The rain subsides eventually in everyone's minds But make no mistake the beast still resides behind these eyes It's just these words are like a prize, they put the beast to sleep like lullaby's ©2018
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Lion strike Lion strike Laying low A herd of antelope Lion strike Lion strike Standing still Staring down the next **** Lion strike Lion strike Hurry, pounce Abrupt jounce Lion strike Lion strike Hunger subsides And you survive
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Lion Strike
Like all the wind that moves the seas As time floats down Like leaves off trees And all the colour of black and white The fades of eyes as dark as light Like all the things I choose to see So thick the air that i once breathed With soft the touch and light as sand As all the grains fall through my hands But as you stare into my eyes And reach your soul into my mind The opposites appear and then subtract As time starts still and white is black You speak your voice and make it clear To follow the truths that now appear To make the most of what i have Embrace the start do not look back My blue eyed friend for now I see The voice you speak can calm the seas And grow the leaves back on the trees While all the colours stay the same The grains of sand remain in my hands And most of all for what has changed The fades of eyes as dark as light The brightness subsides so I can see The blue eyed girl in front of me And all the words she has to speak So thick the air that I once breathed Is now a whisper is now a stream Is now a smile within my dream
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
My Blue-Eyed Friend
the backyard is home to a field of flowers amidst the roots the family dog discovers skeletons the petals stick to themselves; the weeds spread it's found that the flower-bed holds its secrets with curiosity and wandering eyes comes a child in innocence, he opens his arms only to receive pain he drops to the earth, writhing in pain his light form crushing the weeds and flowers the dog barks at the screaming child and tries to release him from the skeletons the strength of their grasp is that of their secrets you see the effects spread across the child's skin they spread his face warping under the pain opening his mouth, he began releasing his secrets telling only the ears of the crushed flowers and the arms around him, those of the skeletons look at the helpless child the bones are engulfing the child grabbing and pulling, faster they spread the boy becomes one with the skeletons he becomes one with his pain his body sinks further down into the flowers and the flowers promise to keep his secrets the weeds overheard his secrets the boy looks less and less of a child as he settles in with the flowers making room for him, the flowers spread the suffering subsides, decreasing pain he's almost as the skeletons his body unites with the skeletons the ***** age keeps his secrets no longer is there pain no longer is there a child into the ground, his limbs spread into the roots of the flowers the pain no longer is in the child because the skeletons stole his secrets his bones spread among the flowers
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Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
the secret of the flowers; a sestina. [2011]
the backyard is home to a field of flowers amidst the roots the family dog discovers skeletons the petals stick to themselves; the weeds spread it's found that the flower-bed holds its secrets with curiosity and wandering eyes comes a child in innocence, he opens his arms only to receive pain he drops to the earth, writhing in pain his light form crushing the weeds and flowers the dog barks at the screaming child and tries to release him from the skeletons the strength of their grasp is that of their secrets you see the effects spread across the child's skin they spread his face warping under the pain opening his mouth, he began releasing his secrets telling only the ears of the crushed flowers and the arms around him, those of the skeletons look at the helpless child the bones are engulfing the child grabbing and pulling, faster they spread the boy becomes one with the skeletons he becomes one with his pain his body sinks further down into the flowers and the flowers promise to keep his secrets the weeds overheard his secrets the boy looks less and less of a child as he settles in with the flowers making room for him, the flowers spread the suffering subsides, decreasing pain he's almost as the skeletons his body unites with the skeletons the ***** age keeps his secrets no longer is there pain no longer is there a child into the ground, his limbs spread into the roots of the flowers the pain no longer is in the child because the skeletons stole his secrets his bones spread among the flowers
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My Best Friend It's cliche to say I'm in love with my best friend, Or to say that she's my soul mate. But those are the only words humanly possible to describe it. I can tell her anything Everything Whenever Whatever. If I have a random thought at two in the morning And I wake her up, She won't be mad. She's half awake but she listens. She'll tell me it's okay Hold me until I fall asleep, Wait until she hears my steady breaths Wait until I stop shifting. It's so intimate in those moments. When there's nothing around us but the soft whir of the A/C and the warmth of her love. Or when she's crying in her room and the only words she can muster are apologies for things she didn't do and can't control. And I sit, Soothing Repeating Whispering The only words that calm her down. She knows them well. I sit with her, Sometimes unsure of what to do, Doing the only thing I know. And wait. Calmly, Patiently, Understandingly. I wait until it subsides. And I wipe the tears gently from her eyes. Push her hair out of her face, Kiss her sweaty forehead, And whisper lightly in her ear Everything is alright. Letting her know I love her, And I will always be here for her. For she is my best friend And my soulmate. -1:30 a.m. K.E.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
My Best Friend
Sometimes          I feel a well                    dug deep          into my heart   I try to stop it but it quickly becomes ocean   and overflows        into great tsunami           rises over all the levees              rushes past dams                                  breaks down tall                    city structures,               edifices crumbling            in its path      all the squid and octopi     skitting forth in wild pulses, tentacles entangled      in doorways and rooves         slipping through narrow                 window-openings                    as they pour ink                        in clouds,                          shifting shapes                           in cephalopod excitement                             while blue whales                             and humpbacks                                breach over bridges,                              phosphorescent jellies                           light up                        the dark streets of                       my arteries                      electric eels illuminate                     the alleyways of                    desolation's thick syrup                      and I cannot stop it even                             if I wanted to,                    these darkened,                      swirling waves I am both floating and flying like a jumping manta ray curling around the ferries bobbing in seahorse iridescence weaving between buses as if they were corals And when the storm subsides, colorful rockpools form, rich in diversity It is there, in between the multicolored ***** and succulent shellfish, in a mermaid's        voluptuous smile and turquoise eye that I see you, so crystal clear                 I could reach out                                     and bring you to me,                                    holding you tight                          until the                 gentle break      of           morning
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
tsunami
Sometimes          I feel a well                    dug deep          into my heart   I try to stop it but it quickly becomes ocean   and overflows        into great tsunami           rises over all the levees              rushes past dams                                  breaks down tall                    city structures,               edifices crumbling            in its path      all the squid and octopi     skitting forth in wild pulses, tentacles entangled      in doorways and rooves         slipping through narrow                 window-openings                    as they pour ink                        in clouds,                          shifting shapes                           in cephalopod excitement                             while blue whales                             and humpbacks                                breach over bridges,                              phosphorescent jellies                           light up                        the dark streets of                       my arteries                      electric eels illuminate                     the alleyways of                    desolation's thick syrup                      and I cannot stop it even                             if I wanted to,                    these darkened,                      swirling waves I am both floating and flying like a jumping manta ray curling around the ferries bobbing in seahorse iridescence weaving between buses as if they were corals And when the storm subsides, colorful rockpools form, rich in diversity It is there, in between the multicolored ***** and succulent shellfish, in a mermaid's        voluptuous smile and turquoise eye that I see you, so crystal clear                 I could reach out                                     and bring you to me,                                    holding you tight                          until the                 gentle break      of           morning
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Do you believe in fate? Or is it just some romanticized emotion? Do you think people are connected? Or does love only come from devotion? Have you ever felt sad without knowing why? So you stare while you drive and you try not to cry The salt water blurs out the road as it sits in my eye Everything in me wants to let those waters cascade down my imperfect skin Yet everything in me holds back that raging sea with the quick motion of blinking lashes There is nothing and everything in that moment Time is here and every emotion once felt rises to the surface Every regret of a path not taken stares at these flooded bloodshot blue windows They shine the brightest at these moments Who I truly am dances and shines as it reflects my inner most being My soul swims in the blue Regret smiles No tears are shed I smile Regret subsides It always does I always love When time continues I exist When time stops I thrive I’m here I’m alive and somehow I survive
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
Imperfect Expression
Patterned dots, existence connects An anther to a stigma, reproduction The pollen withers, pollution subsides Colonies of bees vanish in the wind Toxic genetic food wins in binge Mother earth cries in pain, an ail Food chains and supplies cut short Globalised mass production of poison Supermarkets stocking “all season” Consumerism monopolies swell The environment abused and misused Plastic bottles displaced, a chemical sludge The haunted “great pacific garbage patch” Littered garbage, debris and chemical sludge Humanity displaced, dissociated and divided Ruining sea waters , floating landfill fueled Probability of heightened population Global panics, mimicked maniacs Reductions of resources to feed all Unsustainable long windy farms Big roads, buried bills, stingy reality
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Colony Collapse Disorder
lulling comfort of uninterrupted sleep subsides replaced with an involuntary state of sedation the emergence of an all too familiar presence paralyzed by the force of a lingering sensation choking internalized fear timeless inaudible cries for help unknown visitor condemning you to an everlasting silence physical horror encroached the night a lone passenger aboard an eternal voyage bound for relief from this crippling fear of uncontrollable stillness remaining prisoner to this petrified state concrete walls of stirring madness hallucinations of strange alien formations faceless entities strike infinite fear in the core foundation of sleep tonight.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
sleep paralysis
With this sky so black I must travel through the valley of thorns With no light to guide my way Pain, misery and I must travel alone Beasts wait for me to die from hunger and isolation I'm weak from my mind laying siege to my positive place I give up and lay down waiting for these thorns to consume me like the others who have failed to cross this chasm of eternal nothing. My eyes become heavy in waiting for someone to pass by who has the strength to pick me up and bring me to the other side As my eyes close I see a red light too far to reach and too far to speak in the distance. Eerie yet beautiful lulling me towards it. So different so strange to this Valley of thorns. I push myself up with all the pain and aching. All these thorns injecting into my palms and feet. I see only red as I stumble and fall towards this object. Everything feels wet and tacky. I'm getting closer. I scream in pain as I reach for it. Something sharp and bold pierces my fleshy fingers. I grab hold and my pain subsides. These colors I see disappear. I do not feel misery or isolation. I found the other side of the valley of thorns. That is the funny part, there is no other side. Only this thing to protect me from the thorns. Just like that I found you, a Rose, in this Valley of Thorns.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
The Valley of Thorns
beauty is the beginning of beauty. a man and a woman wait together for a stripper. you know the man like an intimate thought. like a toddler covered head-to-toe in blue body paint stepping in front of a blue door. the woman is an unfinished stranger whose son comes home to be with war and whose husband rests until laziness subsides. the man is aware he’s the devil and this makes him god. the woman is unaware she’s the devil and this makes it easy. the stripper is watching a horror film and it makes her want to have a child. she decorates her home then tries to remember moving a muscle. the blood you don’t see is fake.
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
the stripper
twinkle birds and tessellates, bends my mind to outer space. lands me in infinity of never ending affinity to the universe. but sweetest ideas were shortly lived at reality slowly sifts away to repeated visions that turn loved faces into panic that glitches me into unbreakable circles of walk away, walk away. no awareness of a before from this feel the abyss of this helplessness **** me into no ending so I seice to begin. but as the panic subsides my mind starts to ride the energy that resides in my being from the kingfisher floor to the fish strewn ceiling. sentient beings **** at the seams, my dream of weightlessness pull the windows to break towards the secrets of simple existence. invisible water sends the strands of fur swelling and glowing into talk of the polar bear whose hair weaves into the atoms that feed my jumbled dreams. hands rip through the plaster as the sounds grow louder and faster, helicopters shake the boiler from the pipes but I still feel great. the tables tremble as I soak up the bass and the treble. sensual overload through my eyes the magic multiplies, angels can hear my sighs as the roof opens to tunnel towards the skies. geometric patterns that I could never have imagines circle and sweep, creeping my further from sleep. I have breached something new, an extreme that dares its self to be seen only my the few who ****** it. I grab these new senses and attach it to my masses of emotions, that have been formed my these chemicals. neutrons and protons that explore the breadth oh Pantones schemes, weaving into the atoms that feed my jumbles dreams. release my mind from the confines of rinse and repeat, out of easy street and onto the sunrise that surrounds me. revelations that never siese to confound me. destruction was peace pulling my beliefs, daring the world to touch me as the floor tips the cabinets from the walls. I am small. here in this perfect world. my hands make the plants grow as they show me all it takes to break the confines of the human condition is to expand your mind and reposition your nervous system to reach a different supposition. little lion please read my other work if you like this one! http://trivialitesofabusymind.blogspot.co.uk/
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
left handed polarbear and the celing-fish
twinkle birds and tessellates, bends my mind to outer space. lands me in infinity of never ending affinity to the universe. but sweetest ideas were shortly lived at reality slowly sifts away to repeated visions that turn loved faces into panic that glitches me into unbreakable circles of walk away, walk away. no awareness of a before from this feel the abyss of this helplessness **** me into no ending so I seice to begin. but as the panic subsides my mind starts to ride the energy that resides in my being from the kingfisher floor to the fish strewn ceiling. sentient beings **** at the seams, my dream of weightlessness pull the windows to break towards the secrets of simple existence. invisible water sends the strands of fur swelling and glowing into talk of the polar bear whose hair weaves into the atoms that feed my jumbled dreams. hands rip through the plaster as the sounds grow louder and faster, helicopters shake the boiler from the pipes but I still feel great. the tables tremble as I soak up the bass and the treble. sensual overload through my eyes the magic multiplies, angels can hear my sighs as the roof opens to tunnel towards the skies. geometric patterns that I could never have imagines circle and sweep, creeping my further from sleep. I have breached something new, an extreme that dares its self to be seen only my the few who ****** it. I grab these new senses and attach it to my masses of emotions, that have been formed my these chemicals. neutrons and protons that explore the breadth oh Pantones schemes, weaving into the atoms that feed my jumbles dreams. release my mind from the confines of rinse and repeat, out of easy street and onto the sunrise that surrounds me. revelations that never siese to confound me. destruction was peace pulling my beliefs, daring the world to touch me as the floor tips the cabinets from the walls. I am small. here in this perfect world. my hands make the plants grow as they show me all it takes to break the confines of the human condition is to expand your mind and reposition your nervous system to reach a different supposition. little lion please read my other work if you like this one! http://trivialitesofabusymind.blogspot.co.uk/
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And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind me Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches! Paint me a cavernous waste shore Cast in the unstilled Cyclades, Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas. Display me ****** above Reviewing the insurgent gales Which tangle Ariadne’s hair And swell with haste the perjured sails. Morning stirs the feet and hands (Nausicaa and Polypheme). Gesture of orang-outang Rises from the sheets in steam. This withered root of knots of hair Slitted below and gashed with eyes, This oval O cropped out with teeth: The sickle motion from the thighs Jackknifes upward at the knees Then straightens out from heel to hip Pushing the framework of the bed And clawing at the pillow slip. Sweeney addressed full length to shave Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base, Knows the female temperament And wipes the suds around his face. (The lengthened shadow of a man Is history, said Emerson Who had not seen the silhouette Of Sweeney straddled in the sun.) Tests the razor on his leg Waiting until the shriek subsides. The epileptic on the bed Curves backward, clutching at her sides. The ladies of the corridor Find themselves involved, disgraced, Call witness to their principles And deprecate the lack of taste Observing that hysteria Might easily be misunderstood; Mrs. Turner intimates It does the house no sort of good. But Doris, towelled from the bath, Enters padding on broad feet, Bringing sal volatile And a glass of brandy neat.
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Sweeney *****
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind me Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches! Paint me a cavernous waste shore Cast in the unstilled Cyclades, Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas. Display me ****** above Reviewing the insurgent gales Which tangle Ariadne’s hair And swell with haste the perjured sails. Morning stirs the feet and hands (Nausicaa and Polypheme). Gesture of orang-outang Rises from the sheets in steam. This withered root of knots of hair Slitted below and gashed with eyes, This oval O cropped out with teeth: The sickle motion from the thighs Jackknifes upward at the knees Then straightens out from heel to hip Pushing the framework of the bed And clawing at the pillow slip. Sweeney addressed full length to shave Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base, Knows the female temperament And wipes the suds around his face. (The lengthened shadow of a man Is history, said Emerson Who had not seen the silhouette Of Sweeney straddled in the sun.) Tests the razor on his leg Waiting until the shriek subsides. The epileptic on the bed Curves backward, clutching at her sides. The ladies of the corridor Find themselves involved, disgraced, Call witness to their principles And deprecate the lack of taste Observing that hysteria Might easily be misunderstood; Mrs. Turner intimates It does the house no sort of good. But Doris, towelled from the bath, Enters padding on broad feet, Bringing sal volatile And a glass of brandy neat.
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I'm writing these are a class project! Feel free to judge! The starry night, filled with light, Mother Nature at her height, Wall of blaze, so scarlet bright, None near escaping, no one might. Flames rose, higher and higher, Shrieks and screams, life so dire, Then silent came, peace a liar, For thousands died in the roaring fire. ----------------------------------------------------------- Distant clouds, go round and round, Darkening silence, not a sound, Imminent storm, clouds inter wound, Vapour like wisps reach the ground. Wisps tower. Clouds grouping, Intense power. Motion stooping. Energy soaring, Nature's violence Winds roaring. Area timeless. The cloudy sky, begins to cry, Even as the clouds up high, Begin to spiral, create an eye, Come whooshing down, covering the light. Swirling tempest, whirling storm, The tornado begins to form, Fierce gale, thundering gust, Tearing houses, leaving husks. The storm rages, no one can flee, For winds spin faster, tear down trees, Finally subsides, the clouds go free, But the damage is done, too much to foresee.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
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***** moisten, ******* wet. Petite round **** ******* swollen stiff. **** hard and fully ***** his girth is thick. Long length, curved at the tip; tight fit. Silk boxers on the floor, ******* next. Naked bodies, both so magnificent. Slippery, silky smooth tongue slid, up and down her slit. Lips pressing her hood. Under it, her exposed clit, glistens with spit, Hot breath and warm licks encircling her tip. She's rolling her hips, to the beat of the tongue licking it. Fingers gripping her long ******* pink. Twisting her nips, then pinched squeezing them numb, between his fingers and thumb. her moans, turned high pitched Tongue flicking, ******* as he rubs, She tugs on his pulsating Dick. Waves of pleasure whip through his core, ending at his tip. Just as quick, ******* rip, through her thick hips; As he cums. Her tension shifts, from her stomach, to the core of her hips. Her creamy silk liquid drips, fluids flowing, fingers sliding, between her ***** lips. He licks his lips clean, cleaning off her salty drips. Body frozen stiff, She's shuddering; spasms of orgasms, riveting her hips. He lays at her side, her wild side subsides, she's relishing the fix.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
Ecstasy (Explicit)
~ *Come and stay with me in Hammerfest A compact town a compact love The harbor and your heart within walking distance of each other White night civil twilight A disc rather than a point Where the multiple exposure of your first day smile never subsides* ~
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Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC
Midnight Sun