Cori May 2013
Heavy eyes, your mind is hopeful
that you can last the night
My mind is heavy, my thoughts are dangling.
As I am hopeful too.
You twist your fingers around my hair,
and try to pull them through

But in the knots, they get caught
and I have to help you out
you'll blame it on my gnarly hair
but you did this to yourself

I am curious about you
and what you do when you're gone.
I brushed my hair out today
so it wouldn't take so long

for you to wrap your heavy fingers
around my golden strands.
You'll pull and tug a little,
I'll say "It doesn't hurt that bad."
Simpleton Dec 2015
I'm not good at staying
Or being in one piece
I'm not good at commitment
Or comforting the weak
I wish you could see
I'm not as good as you make me out to be
But you
You see me as someone strong
You tell me all these kind words
Effortlessly genuine
You look at me in awe and bottomless trust
And you make me scared
You are pure and real
And I am a tripping revelation
Of skinned knees
Bloodied by holy words
You are taking a walk on the wild side
Flirting with death
And tempting the devil
I'm the helpless fall
The guilt in being unable to resist
I'm hopeless
But sometimes I can see the rainbow painted on the ground
The only beautiful sight in the soggy pouring rain
I'm also the butterflies when you call
You make me nervously sick
This picture of piety you painted of me
And instant forgiveness
At not seeing what you see
It's the way you tug on emotions I never knew I could feel
It's the beauty in you slaying the beast in me
Everything feels dangerously perfect when you are in the room
I've learned that I can get addicted to anything
And people are too unpredictable
So this time I'm not going to pick up
I'm not going to reply
I don't feel like dreaming of things that won't happen
I.   I often look at your beautiful face, but that isn't why I love you.

you are looking in the mirror forty years from now,
and you have long surrendered to time,
your beauty will betray you,
it will betray us,
this you already know,
the heavens and hells tug at your flesh
slowly carving wrinkles
at the pillars of your youth.

II. The Ocean Blue

For on the surface they swim, and on the surface you look
but few so ever dive where a madman would go
to the dark chilly solitary crevices,
of where true beauty lies,
that is where I found you,
in the deep darkness
that is where I saw you,
alone, so beautiful, pristine,
cold in the dark.
Being cared for
Here's the  adored door

Inside playing he pours the hearts

So like him the ricochet
Deeply love so cultured
My pearl crochet

Deeply cared about I got you
under my skin
I win your love ticket

The spool of
wool hit the floor
To the extreme
The sensitive mind

  And his feeling like the escapee finding
the higher
religion keeping that in mind
The everlasting  to be cared for or
not to be never lasting like someone
lost its hunger fasting

Waking up deeply recharged or
reproducing to
her neverending fairytale

Much deeper than 69 eye love shades
Deeply cared for beyond his loving
It comes and fades
Like Monopoly  "Godly Sun-Seeker" keeps
passing us
The game of life charades
Like Persian babies their
button nose deeply cared for to cuddle
The warmest meows hug and save

Like flour to sparkle, it deepens
like our mix, a love needs
to be worked on 
 do you really
care to fix?

But sending all the details
the lines soften pale pink rose
I felt your red fire putting
out the coldness fire and ice
To be saved on time
Like the fire chief,  
Acted like a French chef what
a love roue of the hose

Like silk my millennium  milk,
He held my finger but not
to sulk he said buckle up
What firmness and tightness
arm to arm wrestler such

Never to swear but a little lie 
  Wouldnt hurt my delicate
pinky finger
In her loop with her fur
Stepped into her mink

He's the frontman
Fresh cut lemon
Yellow sunshine
happy medium

I was wearing my hair middle parted
The picture slide the made man
Tied back my hair was deeply
Smooth talker well conditioned
With what conditions all recollections
But three strikes when you care for
someone you  don't fall out of love

  This world loves to be pampered
Cared about not scouted
All hole marks in the road badly routed
 With tons of work with the question mark?
The sign stayed with her
Deeply care about?

Like a play date let's pretend
You're both a handful
Like beer malt lips
Engraved love in the barrels
To feel deeply loved  he acted
Like the riddler

The beach her eyes were waiting to be reached
Sunset playing the fool marionette overly preached

So I  Bette
Beneath her wings
In the middle of their wed to be isles
The Green Gables emerald rings

Miss spinster-Sara Lee cake
His jeep was all she could take
How it ended up
In Greenwich Village then shipped
To Mystic Seaport Connecticut
The movie cut Cape Cod Massachusetts
The four letters in his pocket
Deeply 1 care 2 about 3 love 4

Needed a jump kickstart
Her breakfast  start of the day
 deeply cared for his way
He stumped over her honey
bunches of oats lips

The website
Go, Daddy acting love silly
The hot fun in the
International city
The UK that's OK
Mr. Bo Jangles spoiled deeply
Sex in the City single
Deeply getting hurt
The Sin City

Did he see her progress
All over Twitter
He was so suited but lost
his tie twinkle tweets
Do I really live my life to dare
or deeply care?
I am bloody British give me
my English breakfast teas
for keeps
The King ain't got that swing
She acts too much like the Queen

The Royalty of love sanity
The heaping fine grain sugar spoon

(Duke of Earl gray) Deeply love Thee
But always came way too soon
She is the domestic cat going frantic

Great discoveries, and that's that
  Internships tug-cash or the hogwash
our colleagues  
The deep end "Crazy Eights
On the tenth physio natural
phenomena convent

All the Kingman no swords holding her
and knight horses unfortunate events
One day creation camel ride for miles
Reaching higher levels of toxins
and morons
Or teaching MLM  you asked for it
"The millionaire lost minds"

Were human TLC tender loving care
Like some playdough to the rooftop
Of Mentors, did they care
Who we deeply care about family
But more concerned
about the rise of money inventors
Even if life really sucks
Oh! Fiddlesticks

The Moaning of life
Bring the Idiots aboard
The prick of the night

He kinda ducks by the end of
your sex-light
Flex-body deeply cared for
Rumors and all philosophies
The shower like you was slashed
Left you bone dry without the cash
The thrill is gone your lovesick

She-devil  coffin red nails split Twilight zone

  The stars were in your corner
He deeply cared for you he was
your health kit
The Botanical Gardens

Like a figment of your imagination
Se demure you needed a
Florence Nightingale flower cure
To lift your depression to smile
You thought someone cared but all

All misconceptions and misdemeanors
She takes so long putting on her
French lip glide Chanel liner
What could be ever cared for finer
Deeply digging holes like a miner

The solar rhythmic pointed finger
to the stars

So systematically
making a wish
just like everyone else
To plan your game
the game makes the plan
You deeply cared for delivery
Was I the care package

You weren't someone
just anybody like
A city dump garbage

Deeply wanting and waiting
So merely or rarely was it coming

Deeply seeing the next generation
The spectacular sunrise
White wicker twin set swing
Your heart pulls back but it was
so close to swinging forward
Moving towards your
The mess was all sexy

"You have the exceptional mind like the beautiful mind"

People, you came across friends
Also, contributors  not the enemies
The country and the continents
Deeply cared for landmarks
The monuments how you love
her birthmark taking her hand

The Godly land such will command
moonwalker deeply cared for
All watered deep soul of lovers
The world of hands and
words became
such an impact

You felt like the creature so extinct
Things we deeply care about or no one doesn't understand our feeling we move or fly in all directions just to get the right affection
Michele 7d
I'm blunt and outspoken,
But easily heartbroken.
So truthfully, it’s best to lie.
Or perhaps I  should say, “hide.”
It’s best to hide hesitance than to let it reside
In every day conversational tides—
Pushing and pulling erratically, yet expectedly
Like my tug-of-war thoughts
The ones that route me to rot
Like my wrought iron that rusts
Until the build up coerces me to combust
At the worst possible times.  
It’s best to delude that I’m fine,
Or should I allude it’s easier to whine
Online to anonymous shrines
Like this one?
It’s easier to remind myself
What’s “for the best.” “Each obstacle is a test.”
What I should do. What I shouldn’t.
What I’d give and what you wouldn’t, couldn’t and that I needn’t care.
“It’s best now to carry on,”
To claim I don’t want what I want and
That what I do want is wrong.

Is it wrong to pursue our desires?
Wasn't a forward girl required?
Or are we simply left reticent liars?
It's always the stagnancy of which I tire.
Infinite invalidation of myself leads to these cycles.  More cryptic gibberish, but at least I feel better after writing. Word choice.
Vicki 6d
i have thrown
my last coin
into a wishing well;
i sit back while others
tug at the wishbone
from a holiday bird;
i kill no more rabbits
for their plush,
little feet and i leave be
the first star in the sky;  
i rely on myself
over mountains
to climb.
four-leaf clovers
are safe to grow; tea
leaves i sip to seep
and steep within
my bones;
the call of a warbler
i hear as simply
hello; i search inside
now for love
and home.
Sonali 4d
I miss the love you had for me
This isn't how things were supposed to be
If you were here, I wouldn't mourn
Would've saved me from being torn

I feel your presence like a faint hug
If only I felt a stronger tug
I miss you to no end
Oh how I wish time could bend

Your love for me cannot be matched
Now all I feel is a deep detach
I can't pretend you're coming back
Living with that is a skill I lack

I live everyday to make you proud
Even if you're not around
I search my mind to glimpse your face
Sometimes all I see is an empty space

They say that time heals all wounds
I doubt I'll feel better anytime soon
The void you left is far too wide
If only I could take it in my stride

You were the glue to this family
Now everything feels like insanity

I do everything I can to pull through
But I just can't seem to find another you
Aug 4, 2017
/                  o'keefe music foundation's
   kids cover 46 & 2 by tool...

just a reiteration of
the bass guitar...

    subtle weaver of rhythm -
at first signature,
pronounced -
   suddenly deviating into
a murmur,
  allowing drums and rhythm
   a play on the ears...

then deviating again:
playing hide & seek within
the confines of other instruments...

and then merging with drums
in synch. making
it undeniably: "lost"...

   and then re-appearing again,
lost in every crescendo
that's not exactly a crescendo,
but a chorus...

and then back into
the verse, or rhythm section,
and then the bass re-appearing
once more...

     26+ years in england,
and, could this be my first encounter
with an englishwoman?
    that stealth quasi-whore
sexy cockney accent in these
outskirts of exaggerated london?!
26+ years, or 25+
if you count a crush on samantha,
curly burnt blonde,
   or danielle...
            screaming after me:
              run rabbit! run!

i'm such a heartbreak when it
comes to the littlest of expressions
of affection...
   the more fleeting the expression
the more i remind myself
to take root...

                 but 26+ years to be
given affection by an englishwoman?!
katie has been, only the 2nd woman
in some dire need to play with
my beard...
                      alas, the first was my

                  so what the fuck was i doing
for the past 26+ years...
when all that shit was happening
in rotherham?!


oh... right...
       i'm not actually english -
  but sure as shit i'll not
   (a) deviate from perfecting this tongue,
   (b) nie zapomne tego, z którym
            sie urodziłem.

   there actually are orthographic
      jokes when it comes to polish graffiti.

tug a goat by the beard...
   tug a goat by the beard...

       a beard?
    it's like pubic hair, but on your face!
ah katie katie...
  your skin as the gallery
of tattoos...
   the three sexy ribbons
intimidating french tights...
   that enveloping eye in
high detail...
          those chemical puddle
coloured fish scales on your
left arm's tip of hiding
       the shoulder, and blade...

26+ years for this sort
of conversation?!
  fuck me... what was i doing not
"finishing up" in rotherham?!
i guess constant
copper, is not worth the brighton

            ah katie katie katie...
catherine, my dear...
                         look at how much you
gave, and how little i have
to reply with.
Eriko 2d
The weight, the tug
The pains which lace
The thoughts which peck
The eyes which thwart
The inner caches
Shift under light
Collecting change,
Giving more away
~A window,
A candle aflame
A breath of summer sweets
Rushing in the chest
Still under renovation
Paint the walls anew
Settle in down with wild flowers
A buzz of bees,
A trickling creek
Build a skylight
Allow the night to heal
A heart to be
A heart to grow
A heart to cup
With warmth

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