"telepathy" poems - Hello Poetry

*Love is heart’s conviction Transparent communication Without speaking any words Expressed with telepathy Insight into each other’s heart*

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Aug 10, 2014

Aug 10, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC

amitav

Love’s Communication

*Love is heart’s conviction Transparent communication Without speaking any words Expressed with telepathy Insight into each other’s heart*

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If I were a superhero and had any power in the world I would have... Super Speed, anything you need I could be there in a FLASH! No second thought...no maybe or not, I would be there super fast. Though, that's too obvious. No, I would pick... Super Hearing, that would be my choice, I would tune it ONLY to your voice and know the moment you were in distress. That would be good I guess... No, not that either. I would pick... Super Flight, so that every night I could take you to the stars (though the air might be tight) it would be super right. No. I would pick... Super Linguist, so I can speak every word, noun and verb into your ear in a feeble attempt to dry up each tear. No, I would pick time travel and go to the moment you were first sad. I would have super vision to see you on the days you are glad. Telepathy to know how you feel. Super strength to move ANY mountain... when you need healed. Forgive me for this, it may be a bit extreme. What you need is not a superhero by anyway shape or means ...what you need is a hug. Yes, that's it! If I were a superhero and had any power in the world...it would be Super Hug. I would hug you so tight till all doubt has left your mind every night. I would hold you in my arms till you knew your worth. No, I can't save the Earth with a hug, I can't change everyone's life with my embrace. But just in case ...I will start with you, I will hug you regardless. In my arms your petite body will be cocooned till the sun turns in to the moon. I will hold your neck while you head rests on my chest. I will put in CHECK... every thought, pain and neglect with the only power, enchantment and medicine that I posses... My hug.

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Aug 21, 2013

Aug 21, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC

kristopher-d-salas

Superhero (Hug Poem)

If I were a superhero and had any power in the world I would have... Super Speed, anything you need I could be there in a FLASH! No second thought...no maybe or not, I would be there super fast. Though, that's too obvious. No, I would pick... Super Hearing, that would be my choice, I would tune it ONLY to your voice and know the moment you were in distress. That would be good I guess... No, not that either. I would pick... Super Flight, so that every night I could take you to the stars (though the air might be tight) it would be super right. No. I would pick... Super Linguist, so I can speak every word, noun and verb into your ear in a feeble attempt to dry up each tear. No, I would pick time travel and go to the moment you were first sad. I would have super vision to see you on the days you are glad. Telepathy to know how you feel. Super strength to move ANY mountain... when you need healed. Forgive me for this, it may be a bit extreme. What you need is not a superhero by anyway shape or means ...what you need is a hug. Yes, that's it! If I were a superhero and had any power in the world...it would be Super Hug. I would hug you so tight till all doubt has left your mind every night. I would hold you in my arms till you knew your worth. No, I can't save the Earth with a hug, I can't change everyone's life with my embrace. But just in case ...I will start with you, I will hug you regardless. In my arms your petite body will be cocooned till the sun turns in to the moon. I will hold your neck while you head rests on my chest. I will put in CHECK... every thought, pain and neglect with the only power, enchantment and medicine that I posses... My hug.

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Ornery odious ordinate ostensive opulence ornate optimal Motivity meatus meticulous morsel moribund mendacity monstrance Lucidity lingam loquacity longevous licentious lurid languishing Votary volition verve venery vector vauntness vast Talismanically telepathy tantamount terrestrial tellurian transition tractive Idolatry -ics incus ictus ichor icon icky Yogi yowl yore yoni yerk yenta yantra Gimpy gesticulation genre gestational glitch genuflection grandiose Dastardly douceur denouement denigrational deplorable despicable desperate Paltry potentate portentous plagiaristic pandemic plenipotentiary plenary Jouncy jocular jeopardy jettison jurisprudence jaunt juxtaposition Ramify repartee radix recital rectitude rendition repertoire Beastly bartizan bodacious belligerent brusque blatant blasphemously Enmity exigency exacerbation extemporaneous edifice eulogy exoneration Zoolatry zoomorphic zilch Zephyr zoic zygosity zealotry Sultry solace subtlety substantiation suborn subliminal sensorium Unity ultimatum usurping unfathomable uncanny unbridled unary ***** hornswoggle horizon huckster homogeny holistic heuristic Nugatory notch nostrum notorious nihilism nimiety nimbus Wrathy wreak wroth wrought wrest wrangle warranty Artistry autonomy articulation agility acuity asperity acerbity Keeky kangaroo court kowtow kobold kleptomania kinetics kinesiology Xylography xenophile xerophilous xylophagous xylem xanadu xenobiotic Critically credibility critique coercion conjugational conjunctive corporeal Queasy quasi quantum quintessence quagmire quixotic quantify Flighty flippant flamboyance faux pas fornicatious fictitious finite

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Jan 22, 2013

Jan 22, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Iconoclasm

Ornery odious ordinate ostensive opulence ornate optimal Motivity meatus meticulous morsel moribund mendacity monstrance Lucidity lingam loquacity longevous licentious lurid languishing Votary volition verve venery vector vauntness vast Talismanically telepathy tantamount terrestrial tellurian transition tractive Idolatry -ics incus ictus ichor icon icky Yogi yowl yore yoni yerk yenta yantra Gimpy gesticulation genre gestational glitch genuflection grandiose Dastardly douceur denouement denigrational deplorable despicable desperate Paltry potentate portentous plagiaristic pandemic plenipotentiary plenary Jouncy jocular jeopardy jettison jurisprudence jaunt juxtaposition Ramify repartee radix recital rectitude rendition repertoire Beastly bartizan bodacious belligerent brusque blatant blasphemously Enmity exigency exacerbation extemporaneous edifice eulogy exoneration Zoolatry zoomorphic zilch Zephyr zoic zygosity zealotry Sultry solace subtlety substantiation suborn subliminal sensorium Unity ultimatum usurping unfathomable uncanny unbridled unary ***** hornswoggle horizon huckster homogeny holistic heuristic Nugatory notch nostrum notorious nihilism nimiety nimbus Wrathy wreak wroth wrought wrest wrangle warranty Artistry autonomy articulation agility acuity asperity acerbity Keeky kangaroo court kowtow kobold kleptomania kinetics kinesiology Xylography xenophile xerophilous xylophagous xylem xanadu xenobiotic Critically credibility critique coercion conjugational conjunctive corporeal Queasy quasi quantum quintessence quagmire quixotic quantify Flighty flippant flamboyance faux pas fornicatious fictitious finite

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Late night conversations about sweet nothings, I feel as though he is just -something, Something so goofy and unique, I smile from ear to ear as he speaks, I stay up almost the entire night and day, It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay, He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy, I can go on and on about his sympathy, We make funny faces all the time, He is what I call -a dime, Not a dime's worth nor it's size, It's quirkiness and shine, And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines, His eyes and smile fill the room with light, There is not one thing I regret from these, -These sleepless nights.

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May 18, 2014

May 18, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC

tabitha-A

Sleepless Nights

Late night conversations about sweet nothings, I feel as though he is just -something, Something so goofy and unique, I smile from ear to ear as he speaks, I stay up almost the entire night and day, It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay, He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy, I can go on and on about his sympathy, We make funny faces all the time, He is what I call -a dime, Not a dime's worth nor it's size, It's quirkiness and shine, And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines, His eyes and smile fill the room with light, There is not one thing I regret from these, -These sleepless nights.

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Finite fictitious fornicatious faux pas flamboyance flippant flighty Quantify quixotic quagmire quintessence quantum quasi queasy Corporeal conjunctive conjugational coercion critique credibility critically Xenobiotic xanadu xylem xylophagous xerophilous xenophile xylography Kinesiology kinetics kleptomania kobold kowtow kangaroo court keeky Acerbity asperity acuity agility articulation autonomy artistry Warranty wrangle wrest wrought wroth wreak wrathy Nimbus nimiety nihilism notorious nostrum notch nugatory Heuristic holistic homogeny huckster horizon hornswoggle ***** Unary unbridled uncanny unfathomable usurping ultimatum unity Sensorium subliminal suborn substantiation subtlety solace sultry Zealotry zygosity zoic Zephyr zilch zoomorphic zoolatry Exoneration eulogy edifice extemporaneous exaserbational exigency enmity Blasphemously blatant brusque belligerent bodacious bartizan beastly Repertoire rendition rectitude recital radix repartee ramify Juxtaposition jaunt jurisprudence jettison jeopardy jocular jouncy Plenary plenipotentiary pandemic plagiaristic portentous potentate paltry Desperate despicable deplorable denigrational denouement douceur dastardly Grandiose genuflection glitch gestational genre gesticulation gimpy Yantra yenta yerk yoni yore yowl yogi Icky icon ichor ictus incus -ics idolatry Tractive transition tellurian terrestrial tantamount telepathy talismanically Vast vauntness vector venery verve volition votary Languishing lurid licentious longevous loquacity lingam lucidity Monstrance mendacity moribund morsel meticulous meatus motivity Optimal ornate opulence ostensive ordinate odious ornery

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Iconoclasm Epithet

Finite fictitious fornicatious faux pas flamboyance flippant flighty Quantify quixotic quagmire quintessence quantum quasi queasy Corporeal conjunctive conjugational coercion critique credibility critically Xenobiotic xanadu xylem xylophagous xerophilous xenophile xylography Kinesiology kinetics kleptomania kobold kowtow kangaroo court keeky Acerbity asperity acuity agility articulation autonomy artistry Warranty wrangle wrest wrought wroth wreak wrathy Nimbus nimiety nihilism notorious nostrum notch nugatory Heuristic holistic homogeny huckster horizon hornswoggle ***** Unary unbridled uncanny unfathomable usurping ultimatum unity Sensorium subliminal suborn substantiation subtlety solace sultry Zealotry zygosity zoic Zephyr zilch zoomorphic zoolatry Exoneration eulogy edifice extemporaneous exaserbational exigency enmity Blasphemously blatant brusque belligerent bodacious bartizan beastly Repertoire rendition rectitude recital radix repartee ramify Juxtaposition jaunt jurisprudence jettison jeopardy jocular jouncy Plenary plenipotentiary pandemic plagiaristic portentous potentate paltry Desperate despicable deplorable denigrational denouement douceur dastardly Grandiose genuflection glitch gestational genre gesticulation gimpy Yantra yenta yerk yoni yore yowl yogi Icky icon ichor ictus incus -ics idolatry Tractive transition tellurian terrestrial tantamount telepathy talismanically Vast vauntness vector venery verve volition votary Languishing lurid licentious longevous loquacity lingam lucidity Monstrance mendacity moribund morsel meticulous meatus motivity Optimal ornate opulence ostensive ordinate odious ornery

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basilisk **** nonparticular inexecrable exit art **** the lips on for breakfast twilight zip entanglement meticulous bending and sensual telepathy fever-sickness rock 'n roll boo-boos lilting black 'n blues on the caboose puppeteering every tasty ***** loose chews the collar thighs and necking room bustling bussers it gives ifs gets down with daisy, dior, dkny, grapefruit(purple) to narcisso and pink sugar too Bliss tainted madness playing tug-o-war with January's vacuum Years of passing down groupies to the most recent djs playing bad dubstep tunes and that sickness of seeing iloveyou's abused

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Argument

basilisk **** nonparticular inexecrable exit art **** the lips on for breakfast twilight zip entanglement meticulous bending and sensual telepathy fever-sickness rock 'n roll boo-boos lilting black 'n blues on the caboose puppeteering every tasty ***** loose chews the collar thighs and necking room bustling bussers it gives ifs gets down with daisy, dior, dkny, grapefruit(purple) to narcisso and pink sugar too Bliss tainted madness playing tug-o-war with January's vacuum Years of passing down groupies to the most recent djs playing bad dubstep tunes and that sickness of seeing iloveyou's abused

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Topaz dreams and fire flowers Find their way into Shadows and streams In the space between Our hearts and minds Seams of alchemy Blowing stars into birds To touch our courageous Sunlit beams Dripping Kissing We Keep Running from our light Praying that we’ll stay Painting colors oh so bright In the emotions we display Flying We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes Embracing We walk in dark we walk in day With footsteps often clumsy And telepathy is not as easy as Psychics will convey Your hair is made of flowers Or at least it seems that way Our hearts are painted gold close to The way the yellow birds that play Around us when we stand Glowing in our space Exclusively Beneath the tree We made Where Amen’s tears The sun god Rain Around our love Rushing in rushing out Breathing in breathing out Hold me close push me away Both of us praying the other One will stay Kneeling Pray We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes This is our butterfly parade © tHE tERRY tREE

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC

terry-tree

Birdsong

Topaz dreams and fire flowers Find their way into Shadows and streams In the space between Our hearts and minds Seams of alchemy Blowing stars into birds To touch our courageous Sunlit beams Dripping Kissing We Keep Running from our light Praying that we’ll stay Painting colors oh so bright In the emotions we display Flying We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes Embracing We walk in dark we walk in day With footsteps often clumsy And telepathy is not as easy as Psychics will convey Your hair is made of flowers Or at least it seems that way Our hearts are painted gold close to The way the yellow birds that play Around us when we stand Glowing in our space Exclusively Beneath the tree We made Where Amen’s tears The sun god Rain Around our love Rushing in rushing out Breathing in breathing out Hold me close push me away Both of us praying the other One will stay Kneeling Pray We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes This is our butterfly parade © tHE tERRY tREE

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With a cursory press of a key and arco of the strings, They look at each other, Determining when to start through what looks like telepathy, But it is instead the subtle movement of arms and chest. They begin. With the movement of bows bouncing on metal, And the dancing digits upon black and white, Sound reverberates between the audience, With eyes and ears in tandem absorbing the scene. They continue. As they pass over bridges, And draw out waves with their hands, I listen, Swaying and breathing and performing as though I am beside them, Despite being above them, Yet feeling so below. Becoming one with their instrument, And bringing me along, I smile, As just like they pull beauty out of their tools with their soul, They guide joy out of me, For all of us. They end. Then again, they start. With new sounds from a new person, With new intent, And new methods. They change. From haphazard joy and dance, To somber death and confusion, They become one with the music, And follow in its suit. They continue, anew. As the sound changes, So do I. Listening with sharper ears, Hoping to catch a different magic in my ears. They continue, still. As the cello draws honey, The violin; its dew, And the piano waterfalls arpeggios, I am content. They end. Full of the food of life, They stand, To let us feast with them with our hungry hands, Giving our own vibrations to fill our drooling souls. They leave. And so do I. Both of us fed and quenched, From the performance.

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Sep 12, 2022

Sep 12, 2022 at 3:33 AM UTC

Ira

A Performance

With a cursory press of a key and arco of the strings, They look at each other, Determining when to start through what looks like telepathy, But it is instead the subtle movement of arms and chest. They begin. With the movement of bows bouncing on metal, And the dancing digits upon black and white, Sound reverberates between the audience, With eyes and ears in tandem absorbing the scene. They continue. As they pass over bridges, And draw out waves with their hands, I listen, Swaying and breathing and performing as though I am beside them, Despite being above them, Yet feeling so below. Becoming one with their instrument, And bringing me along, I smile, As just like they pull beauty out of their tools with their soul, They guide joy out of me, For all of us. They end. Then again, they start. With new sounds from a new person, With new intent, And new methods. They change. From haphazard joy and dance, To somber death and confusion, They become one with the music, And follow in its suit. They continue, anew. As the sound changes, So do I. Listening with sharper ears, Hoping to catch a different magic in my ears. They continue, still. As the cello draws honey, The violin; its dew, And the piano waterfalls arpeggios, I am content. They end. Full of the food of life, They stand, To let us feast with them with our hungry hands, Giving our own vibrations to fill our drooling souls. They leave. And so do I. Both of us fed and quenched, From the performance.

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Tremble and hail at Cthulhu's call Who is Cthulhu? the Ancient One, A Dark God first recorded by H.P Lovecraft once long ago Now, Cthulhu has several followers few at first but rapidly on the rise Cthulhu is very real and soon will be revealed He's in deep slumber Way below in R'lyeh far under the sea If ever he shall awaken The whole world will be shaken All humanity will be lost Only a whisper of a spell From the Necronomican Can seal him back to his tomb Beware for when the stars align, R'lyeh will suddenly appear and Cthulhu will revive his subjects To rule this Earth once more Cthulhu, the powerful, ancient, and he who knows all Come and heed his call He speaks telepathy to those who will listen Come, Cthulhu, your child awaits To hear your voice and spread your message To those who don't believe

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Jan 21, 2017

Jan 21, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC

mio-seanachaidh

Cthulhu

Tremble and hail at Cthulhu's call Who is Cthulhu? the Ancient One, A Dark God first recorded by H.P Lovecraft once long ago Now, Cthulhu has several followers few at first but rapidly on the rise Cthulhu is very real and soon will be revealed He's in deep slumber Way below in R'lyeh far under the sea If ever he shall awaken The whole world will be shaken All humanity will be lost Only a whisper of a spell From the Necronomican Can seal him back to his tomb Beware for when the stars align, R'lyeh will suddenly appear and Cthulhu will revive his subjects To rule this Earth once more Cthulhu, the powerful, ancient, and he who knows all Come and heed his call He speaks telepathy to those who will listen Come, Cthulhu, your child awaits To hear your voice and spread your message To those who don't believe

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Becoming... hmmm... what am I... becoming... is this the enlightenment of my trip? hmm... journeying through the seasons of inner time and place... therein which lies... a space.... not that sort.... not the sort of the spicky icky spacky... space... it's the... hmmm... sleepy space... I sit and wonder... this place is where I... ponder... fabric... the fabric of this life... I AM FLOATING INTO THIS CHAIR CONCEPT BANDS CONCEPT ALBUMS THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO SEE I AM JUST LIKE TIMOTHY LEARY ... but that... that is only a character.. the outlook I assume in..certain moods... that state of worry... that's what I mean. I am the wind the sea ... speak friend, enter... speak... speak to me. 'I see we meet again... hmmmm...' The music keeps changing my moods, you see... Subconscious... I must be more mindful... 'Increase mindfulness' I must bring the feelings... out don't shove them away... don't shove me away... on this normal squashy day Love your dark shadow love the wolves streams of consciousness I must cut up all of these streams I worry too much about the future... am I crazy? or just afraid of being... telepathy Here's this concept that I have that represents all of these feelings that I have that I tell to you and you receive as whatever feelings you associate with said concept and hope they match up I only write when I have something to preach... a sermon, you see.. yet I write every day... to preach a sermon to me 'Does it make me bad?' this way I am? does it make you.. mad? mushy swampy bog filled mushrooms I sag into the soppy plants in me this world is my swamp and this swamp is me into the swampy swamp I romp All day I ravage roam I stomp jive my vibe... Exotic exodus execution into the deep reeds paddling the little cellophane canoe Must... move... Must... go...

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Jan 13, 2014

Jan 13, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC

dr-don-the-night-tripper

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

Becoming... hmmm... what am I... becoming... is this the enlightenment of my trip? hmm... journeying through the seasons of inner time and place... therein which lies... a space.... not that sort.... not the sort of the spicky icky spacky... space... it's the... hmmm... sleepy space... I sit and wonder... this place is where I... ponder... fabric... the fabric of this life... I AM FLOATING INTO THIS CHAIR CONCEPT BANDS CONCEPT ALBUMS THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO SEE I AM JUST LIKE TIMOTHY LEARY ... but that... that is only a character.. the outlook I assume in..certain moods... that state of worry... that's what I mean. I am the wind the sea ... speak friend, enter... speak... speak to me. 'I see we meet again... hmmmm...' The music keeps changing my moods, you see... Subconscious... I must be more mindful... 'Increase mindfulness' I must bring the feelings... out don't shove them away... don't shove me away... on this normal squashy day Love your dark shadow love the wolves streams of consciousness I must cut up all of these streams I worry too much about the future... am I crazy? or just afraid of being... telepathy Here's this concept that I have that represents all of these feelings that I have that I tell to you and you receive as whatever feelings you associate with said concept and hope they match up I only write when I have something to preach... a sermon, you see.. yet I write every day... to preach a sermon to me 'Does it make me bad?' this way I am? does it make you.. mad? mushy swampy bog filled mushrooms I sag into the soppy plants in me this world is my swamp and this swamp is me into the swampy swamp I romp All day I ravage roam I stomp jive my vibe... Exotic exodus execution into the deep reeds paddling the little cellophane canoe Must... move... Must... go...

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Here's something to impress you it's my heart wide open, curious, fearless approach me, remove the flowers from my hair take them home and wait for them to die then tell me about the thoughts that possessed you in the moments you tried to cry, but couldn't. There's always something eating away at you, isn't there? Keep scribbling, croak louder! Wake the town, bring me down. Take me take me take me down! Build the wall of silence just a little thicker I want to be sure I'm not nervous, I want to release all solidity and flow through you as liquid, as sunlight, as starlight as wishes as glances you cast me that I wasn't supposed to notice, (but did). I love you is a funny way of starting a sentence, a sentence is just something we use to get through the day. ****** up communication building blocks burying me deeper than I can climb and they're crumbling like your emotions when you've got hallucinations spreading in your spine, breaking you down, back broke, stomach chalk throat choke nose coke short **** inhale me like you do your smoke. I taste the same I taste the same. Yes yes yes yes yes I forgive you, I forgive myself self-love self-help self-yelp telepathy wavves like fog in a graveyard retracing your steps because everything's changing and you're burning wood cast your fires on me, I'll be your shallow shadow and I'll guide myself as far as you'll let me, don't drag me down just take me there. Quickly, before before before. I start to miss you and I think I'm just recycling my gatsby complex into something more tangible than tangerines in the middle of winter or a wind storm, trying to eat when there's a lack of corn, and you can't digest it anyways. you don't belong in this wagon this wagon doesn't even exist. I'm memorizing you in ways like cutting with knives and thinking about listening but then getting distracted. Re-birthing in the direction of “i thought you might” dying downwards and backwards and all the ways you've seen me because that's what I do when you see me. I die. It feels better than being alive so **** me killmekillmekillme. There! Right THERE! That's the separation.

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Dec 1, 2011

Dec 1, 2011 at 10:48 PM UTC

pen-lux

feels better

Here's something to impress you it's my heart wide open, curious, fearless approach me, remove the flowers from my hair take them home and wait for them to die then tell me about the thoughts that possessed you in the moments you tried to cry, but couldn't. There's always something eating away at you, isn't there? Keep scribbling, croak louder! Wake the town, bring me down. Take me take me take me down! Build the wall of silence just a little thicker I want to be sure I'm not nervous, I want to release all solidity and flow through you as liquid, as sunlight, as starlight as wishes as glances you cast me that I wasn't supposed to notice, (but did). I love you is a funny way of starting a sentence, a sentence is just something we use to get through the day. ****** up communication building blocks burying me deeper than I can climb and they're crumbling like your emotions when you've got hallucinations spreading in your spine, breaking you down, back broke, stomach chalk throat choke nose coke short **** inhale me like you do your smoke. I taste the same I taste the same. Yes yes yes yes yes I forgive you, I forgive myself self-love self-help self-yelp telepathy wavves like fog in a graveyard retracing your steps because everything's changing and you're burning wood cast your fires on me, I'll be your shallow shadow and I'll guide myself as far as you'll let me, don't drag me down just take me there. Quickly, before before before. I start to miss you and I think I'm just recycling my gatsby complex into something more tangible than tangerines in the middle of winter or a wind storm, trying to eat when there's a lack of corn, and you can't digest it anyways. you don't belong in this wagon this wagon doesn't even exist. I'm memorizing you in ways like cutting with knives and thinking about listening but then getting distracted. Re-birthing in the direction of “i thought you might” dying downwards and backwards and all the ways you've seen me because that's what I do when you see me. I die. It feels better than being alive so **** me killmekillmekillme. There! Right THERE! That's the separation.

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It’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that. we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. We bleed similar ideas and thoughts, like telepathy is our only way to communicate. We’re linked in ways most will never know, See, we’re cut from a different cloth. In our ragged robes we feel like kings because we know we have the greatest jester at our sides. Mind that this is a love poem, love for my friend, my brother, my phone call at 1 am, chatting about everything and anything. I never walked down streets with such confidence before. his are my guard rail, stopping me from slippery streets and inattentive eyes. I don’t think we can count the times we’ve defined our code. It’s not a code of arms, we don’t need to arm ourselves with each other at our sides. I’ve gone from the boy I was to a man I want to be, thanks to him. I don’t think he’ll ever understand how much he’s done for me. It’s been such roller coaster ride, dating best friends and losing loves, we stuck by each other, Spartan warriors would be proud. He’s like a spider web. Hidden in small spaces of serenity. He catches anything that we need to survive and destroys anything that could harm me. serendipitously our friendship evolved like Pikachu and Squirtile. We have that Pokemon type of bond, I’ll choose you, every time. No one will understand when I say, Saving him from SunKist liquids is our defining “broment.” See, in that moment having a bottle rise to his lips, I knew that he needed me to tell him the dangers that lie ahead, as he’s have done for me countless time. Now, It could have been the time you told me you hated me in middle school, or the time you tried to save me from a fire breathing dragon. He became the one person I can count on, in a world where a clock ticks too quickly. It’s you and me against the world, They don’t know what they got themselves into. We are soldiers, brothers at battle, we start wars with words because our poetic voices are needed in the struggles of a lost generation. But, we don’t need to take up arms, we pick pens and write the words that no one has the heart to say. Our words prove that we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. Because it’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that.

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Nov 12, 2012

Nov 12, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC

joey-austin

My Bro

It’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that. we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. We bleed similar ideas and thoughts, like telepathy is our only way to communicate. We’re linked in ways most will never know, See, we’re cut from a different cloth. In our ragged robes we feel like kings because we know we have the greatest jester at our sides. Mind that this is a love poem, love for my friend, my brother, my phone call at 1 am, chatting about everything and anything. I never walked down streets with such confidence before. his are my guard rail, stopping me from slippery streets and inattentive eyes. I don’t think we can count the times we’ve defined our code. It’s not a code of arms, we don’t need to arm ourselves with each other at our sides. I’ve gone from the boy I was to a man I want to be, thanks to him. I don’t think he’ll ever understand how much he’s done for me. It’s been such roller coaster ride, dating best friends and losing loves, we stuck by each other, Spartan warriors would be proud. He’s like a spider web. Hidden in small spaces of serenity. He catches anything that we need to survive and destroys anything that could harm me. serendipitously our friendship evolved like Pikachu and Squirtile. We have that Pokemon type of bond, I’ll choose you, every time. No one will understand when I say, Saving him from SunKist liquids is our defining “broment.” See, in that moment having a bottle rise to his lips, I knew that he needed me to tell him the dangers that lie ahead, as he’s have done for me countless time. Now, It could have been the time you told me you hated me in middle school, or the time you tried to save me from a fire breathing dragon. He became the one person I can count on, in a world where a clock ticks too quickly. It’s you and me against the world, They don’t know what they got themselves into. We are soldiers, brothers at battle, we start wars with words because our poetic voices are needed in the struggles of a lost generation. But, we don’t need to take up arms, we pick pens and write the words that no one has the heart to say. Our words prove that we never needed the same blood to call each other brothers. Because it’s more than friendship for us. We’re closer than that.

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I don't know quite what to say But I'll start with the basics. I love you And I want to be forever yours I love thinking about us Our future I love imagining the smile on the face Of our future child I miss you at night When I'm all alone in bed And I dream of a day Where I can kiss you good-night When I first lost you I wanted the ability to fly So I could scour the Earth for you But now I don't wanna fly But sometimes I want telepathy So I can read your mind And well I love you And I love what you think Especially when you look at me With that shimmer in your eye. And darling I love you For everything that you are Everything that your not And all the wonderfulness you make me feel.

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC

oddhonesty

Superhero Man Of Love

I don't know quite what to say But I'll start with the basics. I love you And I want to be forever yours I love thinking about us Our future I love imagining the smile on the face Of our future child I miss you at night When I'm all alone in bed And I dream of a day Where I can kiss you good-night When I first lost you I wanted the ability to fly So I could scour the Earth for you But now I don't wanna fly But sometimes I want telepathy So I can read your mind And well I love you And I love what you think Especially when you look at me With that shimmer in your eye. And darling I love you For everything that you are Everything that your not And all the wonderfulness you make me feel.

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Elven Heritage Purity Healing Sphere Carriged In Sacred Mystical Kin Hint Of A Faerie Mist Purified Language In Telepathy With All Interdimesnonal Beings Love Hugging The Trees Its Where We Peace Its Where We Eat Dance & Sing Healing Passion Fullfiling Gatherings Fairys Swing One Touch From Us Is A Rush Enough To Make An Angel Blush All Disease Crushed Into Dust Whipped Up Into Thus Purified Trust Declair Clean Air Is A Must Our Eyes Are Idolized Pure Manners Inside Anything Less Than Love It Flys Where Its Free From Disguise Vibrations Rise Then Dies I Am Elven Folk My Dearest Heart Wheeps When You Leave Until Your Return I'll Be Gentle When Bleeding Screams We Are Here To Heal Call Up Elders Silver Will

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC

RomanceTree

Elven Elders

Elven Heritage Purity Healing Sphere Carriged In Sacred Mystical Kin Hint Of A Faerie Mist Purified Language In Telepathy With All Interdimesnonal Beings Love Hugging The Trees Its Where We Peace Its Where We Eat Dance & Sing Healing Passion Fullfiling Gatherings Fairys Swing One Touch From Us Is A Rush Enough To Make An Angel Blush All Disease Crushed Into Dust Whipped Up Into Thus Purified Trust Declair Clean Air Is A Must Our Eyes Are Idolized Pure Manners Inside Anything Less Than Love It Flys Where Its Free From Disguise Vibrations Rise Then Dies I Am Elven Folk My Dearest Heart Wheeps When You Leave Until Your Return I'll Be Gentle When Bleeding Screams We Are Here To Heal Call Up Elders Silver Will

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If you are Lucky Lucky enough The wondering soul Will find Something Something To live by Forever

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Telepathy

If you are Lucky Lucky enough The wondering soul Will find Something Something To live by Forever

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Jan 19, 2016

Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Transpicuous

Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout

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In that telepathy where the tincture of you flows across into me and two minds are as one and the linguistics could be any language they please where we understand everything amid the teasing of the tone and where the home I have made is the bed upon which we laid there is a playing of games across the Ocean whose name I no longer recall. but no matter of that, in my mind,in my flat you are here with me. telepathically speaking until still seeking connect I elect to a meeting a fleeting of faces a mouthful of places come up for a rendezvous. Do you know where the flowers grow tall by the hot dog seller next to the bandstand in the parkland up at Hampstead hill? You do? good see you at three twenty and I have got plenty to say. Later in the day after hot dogs and soda I told her let's move on,the evening has brought on a chill will you come home with me? I waited to see what her reply might be, 'that could be good' and I knew that it would so we tootled off scootily and she tootled quite beautifully and on this bed that we laid we made another nightshade.

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Jun 17, 2013

Jun 17, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Love in the 50's

In that telepathy where the tincture of you flows across into me and two minds are as one and the linguistics could be any language they please where we understand everything amid the teasing of the tone and where the home I have made is the bed upon which we laid there is a playing of games across the Ocean whose name I no longer recall. but no matter of that, in my mind,in my flat you are here with me. telepathically speaking until still seeking connect I elect to a meeting a fleeting of faces a mouthful of places come up for a rendezvous. Do you know where the flowers grow tall by the hot dog seller next to the bandstand in the parkland up at Hampstead hill? You do? good see you at three twenty and I have got plenty to say. Later in the day after hot dogs and soda I told her let's move on,the evening has brought on a chill will you come home with me? I waited to see what her reply might be, 'that could be good' and I knew that it would so we tootled off scootily and she tootled quite beautifully and on this bed that we laid we made another nightshade.

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Physical and spiritual ecstasy Sharing a meditative experience within this circular flow of energy Wave after wave of cosmic telepathy Diving into our heavenly destiny Biochemical magic; tremendously healing and aligning chakras pleasantly Absorbing the suns energy and visualizing the manifestation of longevity all the while detoxifying and transforming monumentally

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC

jessica-golich

Connected

Physical and spiritual ecstasy Sharing a meditative experience within this circular flow of energy Wave after wave of cosmic telepathy Diving into our heavenly destiny Biochemical magic; tremendously healing and aligning chakras pleasantly Absorbing the suns energy and visualizing the manifestation of longevity all the while detoxifying and transforming monumentally

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You knew what I wanted, slowly speeding the rhythm of my breathing, I started letting you touch every inch of my body, you knew exactly what my skin was asking you, it was like a telepathy, you were able to read my mind. Just like that I let you go inside of me, immediately I felt possessed by you, it's part of your charm... the color of your skin seduces me, I couldn't stop kissing you while you inside, I hug you and cling to the texture of your muscles, I look at you, admiring you going back, and how you hook up on me going forward. Suddenly, I decided to turn my face looked ourselves in the mirror, I saw myself laying down on that bed being possesed by a man who made me feel like a woman, protected and loved. But, the most beautiful thing to mention, is the contrast of our skins, your black and my white skin together, magically unforgettable.

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Sep 10, 2012

Sep 10, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC

karmen-gonzalez

Under the covers

You knew what I wanted, slowly speeding the rhythm of my breathing, I started letting you touch every inch of my body, you knew exactly what my skin was asking you, it was like a telepathy, you were able to read my mind. Just like that I let you go inside of me, immediately I felt possessed by you, it's part of your charm... the color of your skin seduces me, I couldn't stop kissing you while you inside, I hug you and cling to the texture of your muscles, I look at you, admiring you going back, and how you hook up on me going forward. Suddenly, I decided to turn my face looked ourselves in the mirror, I saw myself laying down on that bed being possesed by a man who made me feel like a woman, protected and loved. But, the most beautiful thing to mention, is the contrast of our skins, your black and my white skin together, magically unforgettable.

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Would it matter if the solid was ethereal? Would it be real if eyes couldn't see? Would it make sense if systems of knowledge didn't exist? Would words have meaning if there was no language? Would there be telepathy if silence was all there was? Would there be colour if there was no light? Would there be waves if there was no sound? Would there be electricity if there wasn't magnetism? Would the sky fall if you walked on your head? Would you scale the underground bases if your feet could think? Would worlds be dreamed by higher powers if thought wasn't? Would reason breed perception if the beam of knowledge was narrow? Would you understand if there was no essence? Would you be if you weren't passed from a tether? As you learn about the degrees of light, the frequencies, and leagues of the seas, the moment you sieze, time is lost and you are at a point of entirety As you concoct the architecture and manipulation of all that is; you learn about the ladder, the prism of cycles, you learn about the source of all creation. You learn that you are connected to the essence of creation, you embody the tether, you connect as you climb up and down on the wisdom ladder.

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Apr 18, 2013

Apr 18, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC

moment-momeant

The Ladder

Would it matter if the solid was ethereal? Would it be real if eyes couldn't see? Would it make sense if systems of knowledge didn't exist? Would words have meaning if there was no language? Would there be telepathy if silence was all there was? Would there be colour if there was no light? Would there be waves if there was no sound? Would there be electricity if there wasn't magnetism? Would the sky fall if you walked on your head? Would you scale the underground bases if your feet could think? Would worlds be dreamed by higher powers if thought wasn't? Would reason breed perception if the beam of knowledge was narrow? Would you understand if there was no essence? Would you be if you weren't passed from a tether? As you learn about the degrees of light, the frequencies, and leagues of the seas, the moment you sieze, time is lost and you are at a point of entirety As you concoct the architecture and manipulation of all that is; you learn about the ladder, the prism of cycles, you learn about the source of all creation. You learn that you are connected to the essence of creation, you embody the tether, you connect as you climb up and down on the wisdom ladder.

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She takes my breath away, effortlessly. She reads my mind like telepathy, I forget my lines. Stage fright. Held dearly in her own mind, profound and wicked insight. I was a deer in the headlights, blinded by this one of kind. She said, don’t worry it’s fine. And now i don't mind, just my business,  and my existence is clear. She steered me through choppy seas, laid down her policies with honesty and showed me how to live properly. guided me through dark times, stuck to my side like a shadow, told me i was deep even though I was shallow. Still my pal now though, and best friend too, now i’m investing my nest egg with the best egg and making omelettes out of our scrambled heads.

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC

gotguanxi

How do you like your eggs in the morning?

She takes my breath away, effortlessly. She reads my mind like telepathy, I forget my lines. Stage fright. Held dearly in her own mind, profound and wicked insight. I was a deer in the headlights, blinded by this one of kind. She said, don’t worry it’s fine. And now i don't mind, just my business,  and my existence is clear. She steered me through choppy seas, laid down her policies with honesty and showed me how to live properly. guided me through dark times, stuck to my side like a shadow, told me i was deep even though I was shallow. Still my pal now though, and best friend too, now i’m investing my nest egg with the best egg and making omelettes out of our scrambled heads.

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i chanced to see a tin foil car in the library parking lot yesterday the carpet, molding, side panels all removed tin foil had been duct taped on every surface that was not glass even the shift **** and the steering wheel wrapped and wrapped in tin foil a Volkswagen Faraday cage i searched the faces of the people about me would it not be obvious who would drive around in a Faraday cage listening to voices chasing around their mind tin foil car reading Julian Huxley and muttering about telepathy or reading Faraday to get rid of those nagging radio-frequency electromagnetic radiation signals in a hollow conductor but, then why leave the radio in the car

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Dec 15, 2011

Dec 15, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC

john-mahoney

an encounter in the parking lot at the Hoopa town library

i chanced to see a tin foil car in the library parking lot yesterday the carpet, molding, side panels all removed tin foil had been duct taped on every surface that was not glass even the shift **** and the steering wheel wrapped and wrapped in tin foil a Volkswagen Faraday cage i searched the faces of the people about me would it not be obvious who would drive around in a Faraday cage listening to voices chasing around their mind tin foil car reading Julian Huxley and muttering about telepathy or reading Faraday to get rid of those nagging radio-frequency electromagnetic radiation signals in a hollow conductor but, then why leave the radio in the car

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Day by day, night by night, such a cliche opening; I hate it. Usually, I can sit & write unbounded but recently my brain's been cleaved into microscopic encryptions. It seems almost impossible to ...elucidate my mental paradigm ...or maybe to accept it? Sometimes... I find myself yearning to write about nature but then I begin to cogitate on how aesthetic nature is. Trees and flowers. *"You and me. K-I-S-S-I-N-G ..under the trees. R-O-L-L-I-N-G ...in the flowers. You and me."* **** Don't get things misconstrued, I just love, writing about love. There's a girl I've never met but mentally it feels like, we share telepathy. I feel like ...within the distance between us, there's this distinctive cryptic aura and I yearn to decrypt it. **** ...told you I just love writing about love. Ironically though, I'm far from ready for it. -d.b.d.

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC

TraIsDEAD

Writer's Block

Day by day, night by night, such a cliche opening; I hate it. Usually, I can sit & write unbounded but recently my brain's been cleaved into microscopic encryptions. It seems almost impossible to ...elucidate my mental paradigm ...or maybe to accept it? Sometimes... I find myself yearning to write about nature but then I begin to cogitate on how aesthetic nature is. Trees and flowers. *"You and me. K-I-S-S-I-N-G ..under the trees. R-O-L-L-I-N-G ...in the flowers. You and me."* **** Don't get things misconstrued, I just love, writing about love. There's a girl I've never met but mentally it feels like, we share telepathy. I feel like ...within the distance between us, there's this distinctive cryptic aura and I yearn to decrypt it. **** ...told you I just love writing about love. Ironically though, I'm far from ready for it. -d.b.d.

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