"suddle" poems
You are as sweet as they come
You help me in simple ways.
As your juice flows through me
I have a suddle relief
There's very some comfort you proide
It is always a brief release you give me.
Your'e my guilty pleasure
I just need a bit of you in my mouth
I want to **** on something
you are it
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
Hold you're head up
Even when you're fed up.
Frustrations making a mess
Of what we call rest
Stress wishing away you're senses
Pretend we're stronger but you'll
Still falter away
As the day passes, the world around us dissapates. We create and destroy.
The yin n yang at the tip of each fang.
We devour the sour taste of suddle mistakes.
Drown ourselves in lakes just to take us away with its current.
Burn it and watch the surface act with purpose.
Lurking through the deepest corners of our minds we tend to find kind as a reflective act towards those who shine. With hopes and ambitions to brighten our own light.
Its like we're terrified of what we might omit of ourselves so we just intend to dwell in darkness that leaders feed us, meant to send us into our own misguidance.
Fight till the sun sets and we might find these colors tend to make sense when we vibrate ourselves into existence.
M.E.A
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
We sat around the 4 story complex, sipping tea and rolling joints. The wind was cold but it couldn't compete with the warmth that filled our hearts and souls. I enjoyed our quiet exchange it was pure and simple beauty. The understanding of our greater expectations of each other was silent but well soaked in the cold dew that dripped moisture down our noses.
It was almost to special to ask for a word, or even a breath of air. Our eyes glazed and occupied by the spiraling dance of human silence, never before have we reached such a plateau of understanding.
A warm suddle voice sang through the silence like the masterful playing of a melancholic violinist.
Following the words a warmed faced women appeared in the window
"dinners ready" she proclaimed, we stood and readied ourselves still caught in the moment of the dance that is human silence.
We rushed ready and eager through the huge blood red mahogany doors, the smell of middle eastern spice exploded and seduced our nostrils. We climbed to apartment 5c, a young gentlemen of 25 greeted us. "Dear Monsieur's et mademoiselles dinner is served" He announced awhile taking our tea's and warm fur jackets.
The room was lovely and very inviting, the smell of warm sandalwood incense embraced our cold noses with a warm sensual hug. Our eyes were calmed by a deep warm orange lighting and soft candle flickers throughout the dinning area, next to the table was the warm faced women. Smiling as if we were her very own children.
"Sit my beauties" she softly spoke to us, her voice was like a soft childhood lullaby holding and securing any of our insecurities.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
One day you will know.
One day you might understand.
Any averageness you ache for, you will not find here.
No organization, nor solidity.
I am a whirlwin of inconsistency.
My thoughts are never ending.
My body is never resting.
These feet will never settle on solid ground.
This soil will always forbid it.
Like sinking sand, it embodies me if I give in to its suddle ease.
I'll run my race.
This never ending pursuit of wholeness.
You can't keep up.
Your desire is what keeps this earth above your eyes, where every other living soul chooses to reside.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
she was art
she was the part
that no one could account for
greatness in her contour
creativity seeping from out of her pores
dripping onto floors
like wet paint
she ain’t
ordinary
every bit of her
extraordinary
and she wore it very coronary
as if it were a crown
and if you were to look down
on her head
what she said
was more than remarkable
the fire she kept
inside her re spark-able
like a fuse
she is everyone’s muse
truly an inspiration
a beautiful creation
freckles aligned on her face
like constellations
refusing to be complacent
adjacent from
a galaxy that glistens
driven by ambition
as she paints herself with liquin
colors vibrated against her skin
you can hear them closely,
if you listen
you could hear them as she spoke
her breath strokes like brush strokes
ever so soft and subtle
her palette slightly muddled
as oranges and blues cuddle
leaving dull minds fuddled
nothing can suddle such a divine mechanism
but her scheme vibrant with rhythm
seeing the world in her vision
through her own prism
consuming herself in the bristles
she is blissful
every curl in her hair wistful
as every lock wrapped around
one another twistful
she was sublime
as she saw herself as redefined
soaking herself in turpentine
painting a new path
like a phoenix, she arose
from the ash
bouncing back
like stretched canvas
she grabbed in a hand, with
gesso in the other
making her slate blank
to enjoy different palettes
and different paints
an artist
unable to part with
success
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
So passive so suddle
So hard to believe
One chance and that's all
It takes to make the best
So.long of a road
So hard of a challenge
So hard to see
Intimidating to be
Really trying to go ahead
Ahead of a non ending world
A challenge that can't be overcomed
Ahead to a strange mistery
A simple blow in the air
Calling out my name telling me to breathe
Telling me to not stop
Pushing me of calling me out
And guiding me
Into this life
That I am meant to live
But how?
Live?
That's so easy yet hard,
Something I yet don't seem to understand,
Life out there is like a holocaust
Words ****
Looks discriminate
Phrases simply push you away
How to live this life
When this life is against you!!!
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
Everything about you is so confusing
The first time I have really liked someone
The first time I have been so attracted to someone
The first time that I loved everything about someone
In such a long time
I stay up all night all day looking at your pictures thinking about our next date strategizing how I'm going to make you love me
You turned me into this crazy obsessive person
I think you care about me
But I'm so afraid
I have been hurt so many times
Do you really care about getting to know me
Or do you really just want to get a lay.
You do cute suddle things that make me think your sentimental but only physical things.
You hardly look at me and when you do it's my lips and not my eyes. So many times you seem
Uninterested and your responses are so short.
I think maybe your shy but you certainly don't hesitate to take my clothes off.
But it's been over a month and we have not had *** You are the one who asked me to be your girlfriend you spend so much money on me
And drive really far to get me
But we only see each other once a week
And lately you always want to leave early usually after you get off.
I still feel like I don't know you
And I don't know how
I'm attracted to you
And I want to feel your touch
But I don't want to give it all away
To a boy who doesn't deserve it.
I wish you didn't scare me
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
I check you out a lot. I will never lie about it.
When I think you’re not looking I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, a glimpse that will have to hold me over till I can have more.
When I check you out I notice the small things, like the way your brown hair tickles your neck, or how every step you take has personality in it, I notice the smiles in your eyes.
I look at you and think about how I was to show you off to the world but at the same time i want you all to myself, because you're mine.
In that moment I want your body and your mind all to myself.
I want to taste your lips.
I want to hear your breathing.
I want to feel the outline of your rib cage all the way down to your hip bone.
I want to see your chest take deep breathes of good and exhales of bad.
I want to smell the strong sent of cologne that brings me back to the first time I met you.
When I check you out I also often think to myself, does he check me out as in detail as I do him?
Does he look at me when he thinks I am not looking?
Does he crave my body and my mind like I do his?
When I lie down next to him does he watch me make suddle movements, like breathe or close my eyes?
Does he lie next to me and want me in the most unromantic way?
Does he look at me in public, around his friends and say to himself....
**** I can’t wait to get her alone.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
i’m so tired
of the way i live,
with no sense of purpose
a book with no end
but once i met you
my life was reborn,
i feel that suddle spark
i once felt before
and although i am frightened
by the power you hold,
i will give you all of me
in hopes you’ll love me whole
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC