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"torwards" poems
The wind whipped around my face, Blowing your hair into your eyes. The corner of your mouth curved Into a slight smile as I grasp your hand. Lush pine trees bow down torwards us, As if intensely interested In how this single moment will happen. I tenderly take hold of your hand, Looking into your eyes. The world dims around me As my fingers are intertwined with yours. I can feel the blood flowing in you As the world slows down.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
Intimate surroundings
gravity has pulled its attraction from under me I feel myself drifting slightly torwards the blue I try to grab the thread you left behind but I'm afraid it’s too thin it won't hold me or any of the memories of you and I'm left with just that one that only one
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 3:29 PM UTC
my last memory of you
I imagine myself senseless bound by curiosity of dispatch and curiosity of prostitution in mind I bring forth white flowers perching saying acute names powdered lies on your stagnant body Your clothes are your skin minus everything you are **** in my small hands I hold everything in the deeper side of you I feel your childhood fear come out in my sighs Ill breath everything out for you from asphault my hunger torwards yourself grew I confronted the insects I bared my secrets I spoke of my urge and still hid so much away from me in corners behind your eyes my eyebrows searing while staring up locked in intimate gaze and sacred expressions that make me bend in the late evenings
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC
Orange Sky
I am honored by your repulsive behaviour to know I can have such an impact on your character leaves me breathless memories flood every ***** my blood feels thicker everytime a drop of you comes to my mind my heart feels heavier my eyes feel wetter why do I feel posined by something so beautiful why am I intoxicated and drunk of the thought of something so natural do you wake up with glistening cheeks like I do no its not a dream I understand that this is my reality I always look back watching as these thoughts retreat to everything I ever believed in in everything I never believed in no words escaped your lips when I slowly walked backwards torwards my sunless house where only few flowers grow in its vast landscape --- but I saw the look in your eyes I didnt know exactly where to fall or if I should have let myself fall at all
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC
pretty little things
A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end. black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper. Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh. In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn? Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear. Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor. A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within. Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last. Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross. Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert. Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb. I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role. Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often. But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view. A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass. Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought. A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone. Maybe faces passed now can be given light. through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page. Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same. To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point. words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting. I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but never you. Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time. The end till next time
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May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC
A Shared View
A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end. black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper. Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh. In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn? Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear. Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor. A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within. Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last. Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross. Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert. Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb. I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role. Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often. But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view. A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass. Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought. A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone. Maybe faces passed now can be given light. through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page. Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same. To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point. words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting. I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but never you. Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time. The end till next time
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You're the most confusing boy i've ever met. I can't decifer your feeling's torwards me or what is going on inside your awe inspiring mind. I dream about knowing you like the constellations of dots along my skin . I dream of pressing my lips against yours and pulling the air out of your lungs at lightning speed . You make my palms sweaty in the most amazing way. Now kiss me like your life depends on it.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
All the things i want to say to you...
all I truly care about at the moment is curling up in your arms speaking of my resentment and admiration torwards your careless character Im so abundant with nourishment and hatred so filled with the emptiness of me and you If I can so raise my voice to were every soul would listen in praise I would speak of nothing but my loneliness hurl out and send words into the universe of my collasal seclusion my hair grows and with it months of solitude I almost feel like I cant write anymore like my words are meaningless because you will never read them I will never bare arms I will never look in your direction where will inspiartion come from when your sitting in the park alone the grass nestles and makes noises damp from the rain earlier that day the bench is dark brown and I sit on it anyways my pants get wet I dont care I stare at the sun it stings my eyes and I become further annoyed with myself further annoyed with my day and further annoyed with my life the light makes me feel lonlier than ever the sounds of the birds singing in harmony make me feel hallow inside the sounds of cars driving by I hope you remember the days I hope you remember the non exsistent apology you gave me I will remember everything
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
Stinging Eyes
We enter the room, the flower wall paper makes me feel funny, But I ignore the feeling. We begin to kiss, Passion and lust start pulsing through my veins, I cant think straight and my body, My body, My body! It feels like a new high! I rush violently torwards the bed, Rummaging through a land of stuffed animals. I arrive, and what I saw, what I saw was glory. As she laid on the bed, Sweetly humming a simple innocent melody, I came closer till I could almost feel her breath. I laid down next to her, Filled with this uncontrolable feeling, I began ripping, tearing her clothes off, She smiled at me with the oddest expression, Almost as if to say, "Come get me." *********** It is almost as is the sun and the stars were singing the same beautiful melody as she. And then, then came this new sensation, She reached up and pulled me down closer, The pressure built faster and faster, I began to sweat and quiver! Nails in my back like a scalpel in flesh. This it happens. An eruption equivilant to that of Mt. St. Helens! Im done. My body tingles exquisitely. This girl, this lady, she is missing. Where could she have gone? Was this real? Am I real? ****
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:05 PM UTC
Rough Love
when I intertwine and when my body curves its like the grapevine in the old forest that has been growing on the same rusty metal for 100 years on the house that belonged to a joyful yet poor woman when I tread its torwards thus which captivates me. bewilderment has taken its place in whats now the refuge. home in the ingenius of another mind your prose streches out to me and your words like orchids brushed upon my mind like a thousand drops of incoherent happiness and when your eyes turn to the light of my direction they tap into my universe and everytime they multiply endlessly my world expands to be filled with more tenderness and elaborate abundance I dive into an ocean so deep and my lungs they dont collapse you have taken me to places in where I didnt know I could survive bleeding happiness you stab me with a knife a thousand times everytime you say my name
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:37 PM UTC
Everything
I will dig into the deepest heap, where we left our subtle reminders of fishing down by the desert rose palm long gone and all in all to bring up broken hands the ones we wave with ,hello a deep purple kind of yellow treading torwards the light blue water before I remember when it wasnt that light the sun hits my eye's slumber awakens those cries that drip drop with my permanent happiness somewhere I'm unaware
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC
Breaking the walls
I am honored by your repulsive behaviour to know I can have such an impact on your character leaves me breathless memories flood every ***** my blood feels thicker everytime a drop of you comes to my mind my heart feels heavier my eyes feel wetter why do I feel posined by something so beautiful why am I intoxicated and drunk of the thought of something so natural do you wake up with glistening cheeks like I do no its not a dream I understand that this is my reality I always look back watching as these thoughts retreat to everything I ever believed in in everything I never believed in no words escaped your lips when I slowly walked backwards torwards my sunless house where only few flowers grow in its vast landscape --- but I saw the look in your eyes I didnt know exactly where to fall or if I should have let myself fall at all
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:39 PM UTC
Discarded sanctuary
I stand alone and alone Only to wake up and realize im not alone I awake to start a journey Rather it be a short one or long I dont know the outcome of each day Only God does I just know which ever way i travel Its just a pathway torwards my home And i realy open my eyes and realize Im not alone
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Never Alone
If I could only drag you inside my mind to show you what my thougths have done, if you would only see how the seed that you planted in me grew day after day. All the storms it endured and all that it still has to go through. I have never felt so lost as I am now, I would love to keep trying but I see no interest in your eyes neither in your actions. Yet I have to live with this non-stop thinking, scenarios, memories. Normally I would go on but now I rather just hope you have a great life. This is probably my last goodbye to the emotions I have felt for you. If anything else it would be this. The common "prhase you are un-discribeable" this prhase to me is a lie. I can describe you to my hearts content in simple words. Days that ligth my day storms that keepd me lockd at nigth, winters cold that is my fears and hells fire that is my passion torwards you. How would i describe all that i love about you?  I would say... you're name.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Last goodbye
On an imaginary pedestle before imaginary crowds I'm astounded that it's taken me so long to learn to take the hard knocks and not to cry out loud and not to make excuses for my songs but I'm sorry if my sanity won't fit the mold you made for me and my manifold iniquities have exceeded your ability to forgive Just let me live until I die let me laugh until I cry let me stop and ask you "why?" then interrupt you in the middle of your answer just an alcoholic dancer stepping on your toes I should learn to keep my mouth shut I should learn keep the peace I should learn to walk on water and make the tempest cease I should learn to be more considerate torwards a world that's trying to sleep maintane diplomatic apathy with right wing fascist creeps but I'm sorry if my psyche seems a little out of touch and I'm sorry that I'm sorry that I apologize to much just let me live until I die let me laugh until I cry let me stop and ask you "WHY?" then interrupt you in the middle of your answer just an alcoholic dancer stepping on your toes
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Alcoholic Dancer (song)
As the light begins to fade The Windows begin to shade I watch our memories flash Knowing they've already past All I feel is ***** coming up with you as the after taste My body too numb to remember what you did to me It seems only at night My darkest of fears shine right past my guard I'm left with only dreams of you To guide me through Hate is what I'm supposed to feel for you But sorrow is all I can manage torwards you
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
UNWANTED EMOTION
I've been kissed and i've been touched by a few boys but it shows how degraded this generation's idea of romance is that i have never been taken on a proper date , told that i matter for more than a pair of lips to drag the life from or hips to feel the weight of bones jut underneath the thin veil of skin , or felt my heart swell when they touched me at all . What is wrong with everyone that can not show the least bit of emotion torwards others other than to comment about the feel of my skin against there own. How sad a world we survive in .
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Where is the Romance ?
I can remember the first time that I kissed your soft and tender lips I felt my heart skip a beat reminiscing all times takes me back to the place where I fell in love laying in your arms looking up torwards the heaven's above Yeah Baby I feel so blessed Everyday thanking God for the angel that he sent me Your beauty and elegant not to mention so **** I'm expressing true feelings how I feel inside It's no secret anymore tonight it's going world wide chorus I got to let them know that I love you so I will never let you go To and Fro till the day I grow old You're my heart and soul
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Heart And Soul
I tripped over a traffic speed bump as I fell to the ground as I was walking Such a fall felt like a mountain when the vocal fires of rebellion, toward me, started talking. After caring ears failed to listen to my innocence and then turned their backs torwards me I started to build a wall. As I was halfway through blocking out the world I woke from this nightmare and listened to my heart I smashed such bricks to pieces and decided to make a fresher, and newer, start. You are a link in the chains of my life. What happens to me It happens to you So feel th winds of Karma return to you. I shall still be waiting for you, standing. As I am not a phony. I'm indebted to you friends to the very end. When you are down with the mistake The small one which I have made that you are now branding... Feel like a puny fool as you walk back when you need me and I am the one, only pone there...still standing
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
I'm Still Standing Here for you
Isn't it sad how someone like you can make someone like me feel this way? I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't be this way at all. Thinking about you sickens me, but you're all I can think about. I want you out of my head. You ****** me up physically and mentally. I feel so many emotions, but two of them stick out the most, sadness and anger. The effort you put torwards everything was lazy. You made me feel worthless, yet I did absolutely nothing wrong. I'm so angry with myself, because I shouldn't have let you in nor should I miss you.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
Untitled
Suffering in silence, lacking compliance as I sit and wonder if I am going to be the father of a daughter or a little boy. If I will be able to watch my babies growth. With my luck, probably no. I have reached the end of my fall down the emotional stair case. "Am I falling into a distorted thinking trap", *Fallen into one already, I am trapped in my mind. Stuck inside a crushing hole, a deep grave in which I dug on my own. I stand on the outside of my mind, grieving at the grave of my lost mental state. Popping pills to stop my pent up paranoia, pulling out a pill bottle contemplating going ghost. But no, I paint a smile across my face to push away any suspicion of my depression. Compressing the feeling of my contemplation torwards re-constructing my mental stability, but no. I cannot stabilize or regulate my self-hate, so instead I write it down knowing that nobody here knows who I am, just what I write. God **** See nobody warns you, love is an addicting drug. Love is an addicting plug, Love causes more people a day to decide to pull the plug on their life. They choose to lie, they choose to die and commit suicide. But really, not me. I cannot loose what is mine. I cannot leave my siblings behind anymore, I will not end my life for just any *****
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Silence