"tussles" poems - Hello Poetry

"tussles" poems

That genuine smile of yours delicate and mild, Can soothe senses and tempers gone wild. A raging storm with ease you can calm, That smile of yours is ever so warm. It takes you only a few seconds to flex those ****** muscles, To brighten the days of millions amongst all the hustle, bustle and tussles. Your smile is so priceless and pure, For it all pain one can endure. It’s like the rays from a billion suns shining bright, Dazzling and sparkling like the brightest light. It gives that extra glow to your face, Making everyone’s heart beat race. It’s like the most pricey jewel one could admire, Among millions it could spark a burning desire. Every smile you pass is like a treasure, Making the few lucky, millionaires for sure. But when you frown in the saddest of ways, It’s like the happiness in the world has gone out of gaze. Dark clouds fill the overhead sky, Rain starts pouring as the heavens begin to cry. It’s like the world hits a note so low, Their happiness takes that heavy blow. An empty feeling fills the hearts of those, Who once with your smile happily would rose. So smile because the world smiles with you, Cry and the world sobs with you too. Times may get you down in life, But don't give up the strife. Don't let those pearls from your eyes fall, For someone or something who wasn't worth it after all. So keep smiling day in and day out, And brighten the lives of those you move about...

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC

That genuine smile of yours delicate and mild, Can soothe senses and tempers gone wild. A raging storm with ease you can calm, That smile of yours is ever so warm. It takes you only a few seconds to flex those ****** muscles, To brighten the days of millions amongst all the hustle, bustle and tussles. Your smile is so priceless and pure, For it all pain one can endure. It’s like the rays from a billion suns shining bright, Dazzling and sparkling like the brightest light. It gives that extra glow to your face, Making everyone’s heart beat race. It’s like the most pricey jewel one could admire, Among millions it could spark a burning desire. Every smile you pass is like a treasure, Making the few lucky, millionaires for sure. But when you frown in the saddest of ways, It’s like the happiness in the world has gone out of gaze. Dark clouds fill the overhead sky, Rain starts pouring as the heavens begin to cry. It’s like the world hits a note so low, Their happiness takes that heavy blow. An empty feeling fills the hearts of those, Who once with your smile happily would rose. So smile because the world smiles with you, Cry and the world sobs with you too. Times may get you down in life, But don't give up the strife. Don't let those pearls from your eyes fall, For someone or something who wasn't worth it after all. So keep smiling day in and day out, And brighten the lives of those you move about...

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It is not me I am not bad These misconceptions Make me mad The media frenzy Blame the breed The Staffy curse Is sad to read They don’t report The positive things The love we give The joy we bring We might be strong And made of muscles But we love our hugs And playful tussles We are devoted With massive hearts We run away form Our smelly farts If you know A Staffy well You’ll understand My need to tell We are not monsters We are not evil We are not savage Or dogs of the devil We are quite simply Man’s best friend Loyal and true Right till the end

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Jan 29, 2012

Jan 29, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC

carolyn-j-reilly

The Staffy Curse

It is not me I am not bad These misconceptions Make me mad The media frenzy Blame the breed The Staffy curse Is sad to read They don’t report The positive things The love we give The joy we bring We might be strong And made of muscles But we love our hugs And playful tussles We are devoted With massive hearts We run away form Our smelly farts If you know A Staffy well You’ll understand My need to tell We are not monsters We are not evil We are not savage Or dogs of the devil We are quite simply Man’s best friend Loyal and true Right till the end

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Shimmering sudden sanctioning Surfaces right in front of me Twisting tomorrow’s tongue-tied testimony Leaving my heart soaked in surrender Colossal comb tethering in the hair of my offender I wallowed in things to come while my whole life was spinning undone Soothe thyself day to day so I won’t fade away Internal clock knocks on my heartthrob I am slipping into each moment Oh I won’t hold it I let go and slowly slip, swallowing every drip This is just the tip of all there is Reawaken each moment in this Love lapses through me and I collapse into infinity Struck by my own understanding Preparing for divinity’s landing I fall for it again and again My dreams melting madness motion me onward Tangible tussles through thick throats turning toward tomorrow Sorrow leaks and seeps into the eyes of the blind While they wait in their own mind Suckling savage frolics as mankind slips into grayness And blue lips use so much to say so little Breaking our fiddle over our knees Longing for hope hitched pleads As our craze bleeds onto eternity, spun up into me Creeping carefully so as not to spill this drill yet again Letting it crack through the incomplete Flushes back into the see Finally, once again we arrive and float away with the breeze

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Nov 5, 2012

Nov 5, 2012 at 2:10 PM UTC

Shimmering sudden sanctioning Surfaces right in front of me Twisting tomorrow’s tongue-tied testimony Leaving my heart soaked in surrender Colossal comb tethering in the hair of my offender I wallowed in things to come while my whole life was spinning undone Soothe thyself day to day so I won’t fade away Internal clock knocks on my heartthrob I am slipping into each moment Oh I won’t hold it I let go and slowly slip, swallowing every drip This is just the tip of all there is Reawaken each moment in this Love lapses through me and I collapse into infinity Struck by my own understanding Preparing for divinity’s landing I fall for it again and again My dreams melting madness motion me onward Tangible tussles through thick throats turning toward tomorrow Sorrow leaks and seeps into the eyes of the blind While they wait in their own mind Suckling savage frolics as mankind slips into grayness And blue lips use so much to say so little Breaking our fiddle over our knees Longing for hope hitched pleads As our craze bleeds onto eternity, spun up into me Creeping carefully so as not to spill this drill yet again Letting it crack through the incomplete Flushes back into the see Finally, once again we arrive and float away with the breeze

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Harmonica and strums sail my shores Tell my whole clan sonny, he ain't good That I met a troller under a sycamore He passed me all the love as he veiled We walked around,camouflaged by leaves Tell mummy he was a preacher's son A soul that was open and hid it's stick Unharmonised in accapellas I drowned Swingers of melodic stormy strings Tell sassy to keep her tassels tucked To calm her tussles and noisy gongs Shake on the octave of the beats Whisked dreams of the lost yesterdays Tell Jimmy to listen to her heart raise Tie her down, bring her back home Liberate and let her fly like a wild bird

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC

Stormy Strings (Blues Music)

Harmonica and strums sail my shores Tell my whole clan sonny, he ain't good That I met a troller under a sycamore He passed me all the love as he veiled We walked around,camouflaged by leaves Tell mummy he was a preacher's son A soul that was open and hid it's stick Unharmonised in accapellas I drowned Swingers of melodic stormy strings Tell sassy to keep her tassels tucked To calm her tussles and noisy gongs Shake on the octave of the beats Whisked dreams of the lost yesterdays Tell Jimmy to listen to her heart raise Tie her down, bring her back home Liberate and let her fly like a wild bird

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ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ *Mystical Goddess of Night times Queen of the caliphets Daughters of the Caribean blue As days did mark quarters As lilies did spark waters As rain lit the hydrosphere And green fit the atmosphere As oceans falls beckoned on MĔ* And open floors endowed the ŚĔÁŚ *And the moon thrilled a beguiling dark And the beam filled a bewildering black I call on the gods beneath the seas Heed me to a wavering ŦÁĹĹ* *Mystical daughters of the hereafter I become the waters that flow endless I become the rain that melts the patch I become the tussles of a million ŴÁŤĔŔ* *I swivel and swim through an unseen world And when darkness falls, I stand I watch From a scoring cosmos above I render the sea blue Glowing from an encapsulated moon Tearing all obstacles I am Luna Queen of the Moon I bewitch the night with my mesmerizing glow And when time flips away,* Ĩ ßĔČoMĔ ŤĤĔ ŚĔÁ * * ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ * ĔVŃÁ-ĹÚŃÁ ĎĔČ 11 2016© *ÁĹĹ ŔĨĞĤŤŚ ŔĔŚĔŔVĔĎ

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Dec 11, 2016

Dec 11, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC

Ĩ ßĔČoMĔ ŤĤĔ ŚĔÁ

ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ *Mystical Goddess of Night times Queen of the caliphets Daughters of the Caribean blue As days did mark quarters As lilies did spark waters As rain lit the hydrosphere And green fit the atmosphere As oceans falls beckoned on MĔ* And open floors endowed the ŚĔÁŚ *And the moon thrilled a beguiling dark And the beam filled a bewildering black I call on the gods beneath the seas Heed me to a wavering ŦÁĹĹ* *Mystical daughters of the hereafter I become the waters that flow endless I become the rain that melts the patch I become the tussles of a million ŴÁŤĔŔ* *I swivel and swim through an unseen world And when darkness falls, I stand I watch From a scoring cosmos above I render the sea blue Glowing from an encapsulated moon Tearing all obstacles I am Luna Queen of the Moon I bewitch the night with my mesmerizing glow And when time flips away,* Ĩ ßĔČoMĔ ŤĤĔ ŚĔÁ * * ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ * ĔVŃÁ-ĹÚŃÁ ĎĔČ 11 2016© *ÁĹĹ ŔĨĞĤŤŚ ŔĔŚĔŔVĔĎ

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Last night I had an unusual dream, But not the type that would make you scream. I dreamt I was eaten by a large dog beast, It must have thought me part of a feast. From inside its mouth I had a friend on my shoulder He was clever and helpful, and I felt bolder. He told me to avoid the sphincter muscles, Should I wish to emerge with minimum tussles. Instruction said that the safest way through Was to be forced out while inside a pooh. After kicking my way out of the crusty **** I woke up and thought that was ****** absurd.

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May 11, 2010

May 11, 2010 at 6:58 AM UTC

Last night I had an unusual dream, But not the type that would make you scream. I dreamt I was eaten by a large dog beast, It must have thought me part of a feast. From inside its mouth I had a friend on my shoulder He was clever and helpful, and I felt bolder. He told me to avoid the sphincter muscles, Should I wish to emerge with minimum tussles. Instruction said that the safest way through Was to be forced out while inside a pooh. After kicking my way out of the crusty **** I woke up and thought that was ****** absurd.

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What does wind think of the encampment on North 7th as it moves under the overpass, the bright blue nylon riffling, work shirts on a rope, the entry flap breathing, an old man’s head bent over a chessboard, a rook tipping over? What does wind know? Easy to say: nothing, to say it knows nothing sweeping the day’s trash down the avenue. The crawl says: fires in the West; men with AR-15s; a mother and child face-down in the river; children in cages; the rise of this, the fall of that. We say the wind knows nothing as it drives fire like a blowtorch across the land. We blame the grid, the lineman, the line, though we know better. We say the rain inside the wind knows nothing, as mud swallows houses, houses fall to sea, floods push through cities, the ocean takes back land. We say wind and rain know nothing. We say there’s nothing to do. The wind passes through us and goes on. A gust pushes in. A tarp snaps. A rook tips. The old man uprights it, and waits for the next turn.

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Aug 17, 2025

Aug 17, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC

William-A-Gibson

The Wind Takes Its Turn

What does wind think of the encampment on North 7th as it moves under the overpass, the bright blue nylon riffling, work shirts on a rope, the entry flap breathing, an old man’s head bent over a chessboard, a rook tipping over? What does wind know? Easy to say: nothing, to say it knows nothing sweeping the day’s trash down the avenue. The crawl says: fires in the West; men with AR-15s; a mother and child face-down in the river; children in cages; the rise of this, the fall of that. We say the wind knows nothing as it drives fire like a blowtorch across the land. We blame the grid, the lineman, the line, though we know better. We say the rain inside the wind knows nothing, as mud swallows houses, houses fall to sea, floods push through cities, the ocean takes back land. We say wind and rain know nothing. We say there’s nothing to do. The wind passes through us and goes on. A gust pushes in. A tarp snaps. A rook tips. The old man uprights it, and waits for the next turn.

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Blood stains have dried, Battlefield gone silent. A war has waged, The peaceful turned violent. Weapons used and abused, They litter the ground, The bodies removed, Leaving only empty sounds. A winner. A winner? Who can win such games? The blood pain poured out, Tribute to misguided aims. The winner lies in who lives, Who manages to survive. He that learns to love the war, Lies on the winning side. This war was not ordinary, No quibbling little parts. This was war of the worst, That of two bitter hearts. The battlefield, now in ruin, Was not always so. Once it was a field of beauty, Where life and love did grow. Slowly, slowly, over time, The field began to die. The caring became careless, Battle beginning with a lie. Skirmishes and little tussles, First seemed so ordinary. But each ended without resolve, Leaving both sides wary. Then finally a skirmish broke, Into what both had feared. It seemed then the war begun, The ending quickly neared. Full fledged attacks, raining down, Left wounds open and bleeding. Pain and hatred flowed together, To watch the love receding. Tirelessly both sides battled, Seeming doomed to contend. Until the day the black notes played, And one side saw an end. He saw that she now loved the pain, Got high on each ****** drop. He knew that to continue was loss, That it all must come to stop. He won the war by losing, By losing the last of his heart. He crawled away, clutching scars, Knowing he must depart. A winner, winner? Yes indeed, It is he who can survive. She lost herself to the blood lust, And he scarcely saved his life. I was he who crawled away, I lost my heart by choosing. Though scars still remain, I won the war by losing.

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Nov 27, 2013

Nov 27, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC

nathaniel-brenner

Won the War by Losing

Blood stains have dried, Battlefield gone silent. A war has waged, The peaceful turned violent. Weapons used and abused, They litter the ground, The bodies removed, Leaving only empty sounds. A winner. A winner? Who can win such games? The blood pain poured out, Tribute to misguided aims. The winner lies in who lives, Who manages to survive. He that learns to love the war, Lies on the winning side. This war was not ordinary, No quibbling little parts. This was war of the worst, That of two bitter hearts. The battlefield, now in ruin, Was not always so. Once it was a field of beauty, Where life and love did grow. Slowly, slowly, over time, The field began to die. The caring became careless, Battle beginning with a lie. Skirmishes and little tussles, First seemed so ordinary. But each ended without resolve, Leaving both sides wary. Then finally a skirmish broke, Into what both had feared. It seemed then the war begun, The ending quickly neared. Full fledged attacks, raining down, Left wounds open and bleeding. Pain and hatred flowed together, To watch the love receding. Tirelessly both sides battled, Seeming doomed to contend. Until the day the black notes played, And one side saw an end. He saw that she now loved the pain, Got high on each ****** drop. He knew that to continue was loss, That it all must come to stop. He won the war by losing, By losing the last of his heart. He crawled away, clutching scars, Knowing he must depart. A winner, winner? Yes indeed, It is he who can survive. She lost herself to the blood lust, And he scarcely saved his life. I was he who crawled away, I lost my heart by choosing. Though scars still remain, I won the war by losing.

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~ *she's thunderstorms. she's asphodel meadows. I fall outside of her into the suburbs of askew, where she hides behind happy occident, where she lives with the afterlife of a man, but is in love with a scientist. a jaded thing, she likes to drop anvils on her husband's head and blame her fragile scaffolding, she wears the wreckage on her face, it's far easier than admit her own fallacies. before the children came along she was able to pour some of her own frustrations into these knotty tussles. now the midwives have left. now misadventures in her own backyard commence. no hiding place down the front of her, the remaining secrets come from underneath. but if you trust her and go along, she knows exactly where to lay her hands.* ~

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Jun 13, 2024

Jun 13, 2024 at 12:36 PM UTC

Distress Signal

~ *she's thunderstorms. she's asphodel meadows. I fall outside of her into the suburbs of askew, where she hides behind happy occident, where she lives with the afterlife of a man, but is in love with a scientist. a jaded thing, she likes to drop anvils on her husband's head and blame her fragile scaffolding, she wears the wreckage on her face, it's far easier than admit her own fallacies. before the children came along she was able to pour some of her own frustrations into these knotty tussles. now the midwives have left. now misadventures in her own backyard commence. no hiding place down the front of her, the remaining secrets come from underneath. but if you trust her and go along, she knows exactly where to lay her hands.* ~

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I want to be alone, I want every park bench to be empty and cold. I want to sit on the sturdiness of loneliness and feel the harshness of success. You don’t know me. No one does. I want to travel this city barefoot to feel every struggle and perseverance slip between my toes. I hate my feet. I want to hear the screams of frustrated men and women creeping through the alley. I pray for silence. I want to feel the wholeness within me spring up with longevity and curiosity. I love to cry. I want you to be here with me holding my trembling hands. I crave to be alone. I dream of a world that I own that consist of just me, I want to run wild and free, while the wind tussles my hair with no mercy. I miss you. I want to remember no one, not even me so that way I can roam in this world with no attachments not even to my pride or standards. Don’t forget me. I want to hear the echoes of the moon whispering to the ****** on the dampened slick grass. I wait for morning. I want to sink my teeth into the tears of the earth, letting it fill the gaps as I slush around the meek but salty taste to feel alive. I have always needed braces. I long for the arrogance of man to cease to exist. I long for their stupidity. I see you standing there in the middle of my paradise, I see the sun falling down on your shoulders, I see the woman behind you and the crowd of people with her. I see them not knowing who I am and I see there blankness stare of “care”. I see their smiles inviting me in with yours as it starts to drizzle dreams, gliding down everyone’s pulsating hearts. I walk to you. I want to be alone.

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC

xiomara-hussein

I want to be alone, I want every park bench to be empty and cold. I want to sit on the sturdiness of loneliness and feel the harshness of success. You don’t know me. No one does. I want to travel this city barefoot to feel every struggle and perseverance slip between my toes. I hate my feet. I want to hear the screams of frustrated men and women creeping through the alley. I pray for silence. I want to feel the wholeness within me spring up with longevity and curiosity. I love to cry. I want you to be here with me holding my trembling hands. I crave to be alone. I dream of a world that I own that consist of just me, I want to run wild and free, while the wind tussles my hair with no mercy. I miss you. I want to remember no one, not even me so that way I can roam in this world with no attachments not even to my pride or standards. Don’t forget me. I want to hear the echoes of the moon whispering to the ****** on the dampened slick grass. I wait for morning. I want to sink my teeth into the tears of the earth, letting it fill the gaps as I slush around the meek but salty taste to feel alive. I have always needed braces. I long for the arrogance of man to cease to exist. I long for their stupidity. I see you standing there in the middle of my paradise, I see the sun falling down on your shoulders, I see the woman behind you and the crowd of people with her. I see them not knowing who I am and I see there blankness stare of “care”. I see their smiles inviting me in with yours as it starts to drizzle dreams, gliding down everyone’s pulsating hearts. I walk to you. I want to be alone.

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The sun peeps as it fades still my heart smiles for you It pounces as the wine pours Hardly does reality feel me Neither see me beyond the miles Colour me red and kiss my passion Carry my stilettos as they weigh me down Touch the sensual edges of my feet The bareness and the harness of my balance My eyes lids glare with the mascara My eyes stares with the boldness The paste of rouge lipstick smiles in motions The fuchsia silky gown is soft and sleek Awaiting for your breath to sweep it away The ****** tassel on the peak of lingerie Tussles and whistles as they pick in dreams Turn your head around from afar See the best of our times and years to come Never to wear out or ever tear apart Never to get angry but to hold on forever Never to be jealous but have a zeal of life

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May 21, 2016

May 21, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC

The sun peeps as it fades still my heart smiles for you It pounces as the wine pours Hardly does reality feel me Neither see me beyond the miles Colour me red and kiss my passion Carry my stilettos as they weigh me down Touch the sensual edges of my feet The bareness and the harness of my balance My eyes lids glare with the mascara My eyes stares with the boldness The paste of rouge lipstick smiles in motions The fuchsia silky gown is soft and sleek Awaiting for your breath to sweep it away The ****** tassel on the peak of lingerie Tussles and whistles as they pick in dreams Turn your head around from afar See the best of our times and years to come Never to wear out or ever tear apart Never to get angry but to hold on forever Never to be jealous but have a zeal of life

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Curiosity perhaps killed many a cat For a cat it is an inquisitive brat It could rummage through anything even your ******* trash Tabby may spring on dinner table and cutlery may crash Famous might be a cat for those famed nine lives but not much help is that if in every danger it dives! Its feline curiosity to crash-land it in trouble for it tends to explore every kind of rubble. The catty **** likes a fight and a wild-goose-chase. Forever looking forward to amuse and amaze? In a cat basket he's likely to be struck with ennui Perhaps his caretaker thought only of his fengshui? His meowing and hissing resonates in the valley as he tussles with many rival cats in the alley Mr. Tom cat thinks most females are saucy but with them he acts in a way quite bossy Wild and rough, with macho feral pride I watch you tease and taunt in your typical stride. No way is he kitty soft paws Mr. Tomcat sure has the sharpest claws. Tomcat ate the fishy leftover pudding & fish pie and kissed the feline females and made them cry. But my fav is my own cutie darling so soft even if she may raid the larder and loft that's aloft . ©

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May 2, 2023

May 2, 2023 at 12:43 PM UTC

S-zaynab-kamoonpury5

Dandy randy Tom cat

Curiosity perhaps killed many a cat For a cat it is an inquisitive brat It could rummage through anything even your ******* trash Tabby may spring on dinner table and cutlery may crash Famous might be a cat for those famed nine lives but not much help is that if in every danger it dives! Its feline curiosity to crash-land it in trouble for it tends to explore every kind of rubble. The catty **** likes a fight and a wild-goose-chase. Forever looking forward to amuse and amaze? In a cat basket he's likely to be struck with ennui Perhaps his caretaker thought only of his fengshui? His meowing and hissing resonates in the valley as he tussles with many rival cats in the alley Mr. Tom cat thinks most females are saucy but with them he acts in a way quite bossy Wild and rough, with macho feral pride I watch you tease and taunt in your typical stride. No way is he kitty soft paws Mr. Tomcat sure has the sharpest claws. Tomcat ate the fishy leftover pudding & fish pie and kissed the feline females and made them cry. But my fav is my own cutie darling so soft even if she may raid the larder and loft that's aloft . ©

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Sitting, waiting, contemplating… Is it time? I watch the waves roll up as they kiss the sand. A sizzle escapes into the air. The hot, scorching fire put out Hushed, quieted. I’m dying… The clouds float in the water, the sky The gulls swim, fly My skin is pink, my energy drained The sun greedy, taking, stealing away I’m dying... I resign, no hope, gone. It’s gone. I walk ankle-deep The waves grab at my legs, tugging “Come” the waves call “Come” they whisper So seductive, tempting, easy Knee-deep the wind rushes around me, tussles my hair The water, cold, numbing, driving my senses I’m dying… It pulls, tugs, pushes up to my thighs, my waist The cold, I **** in a breath, calm Calming, the rocking, the swaying I hear the whispers. The wind calls. It beckons. It’s hungry. “Let go” I’m dying… It’s easy. I float, I surrender The waves sweep me away, buoying me up I feel light, weightless. It’s so simple. Beautiful, the waves reach over me, embrace me The cold is gone, no the heat rushes in, burns But only for a moment The dark comes, consumes, soothes Nothing more, never more… Finished.

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 6:38 PM UTC

Sitting, waiting, contemplating… Is it time? I watch the waves roll up as they kiss the sand. A sizzle escapes into the air. The hot, scorching fire put out Hushed, quieted. I’m dying… The clouds float in the water, the sky The gulls swim, fly My skin is pink, my energy drained The sun greedy, taking, stealing away I’m dying... I resign, no hope, gone. It’s gone. I walk ankle-deep The waves grab at my legs, tugging “Come” the waves call “Come” they whisper So seductive, tempting, easy Knee-deep the wind rushes around me, tussles my hair The water, cold, numbing, driving my senses I’m dying… It pulls, tugs, pushes up to my thighs, my waist The cold, I **** in a breath, calm Calming, the rocking, the swaying I hear the whispers. The wind calls. It beckons. It’s hungry. “Let go” I’m dying… It’s easy. I float, I surrender The waves sweep me away, buoying me up I feel light, weightless. It’s so simple. Beautiful, the waves reach over me, embrace me The cold is gone, no the heat rushes in, burns But only for a moment The dark comes, consumes, soothes Nothing more, never more… Finished.

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Vladimir whispers comfort to me: *Holly Holly Holly Holly you should shed your scalesss on some cheap trolley railssss Just go, take your passport! Hold me 'round your neck for sport.* Smouldered by a motley Who ****** up my good wing Denying me proxy Intaking the most vital thing The wind is my only real motivation Inciting a remedy verse It feels like the strangest locomotive sensation You find me livid and ready to burst I notice the finality of some tension approaches Wait! do you feel the need to breathe? Are we all indebted to these crimson coaches While god pushes the sky down on you and me? I want to wait out their tussles and be grateful But I pay Her in ****** taxes I want to dry out my muscles and be helpful But I'm stuck on a flooded axis Dreaming of San Juan Where I tracked predator dung The search goes on Where we lost one failing lung Lead me to the classroom globe Let me decide when to Disapparate Give me mother's recipe for a ribosome I'm sure my trash will eventually dissipate Erasing A swing Defacing Her ring

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Jul 23, 2017

Jul 23, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC

aranciolightning

Relocating again

Vladimir whispers comfort to me: *Holly Holly Holly Holly you should shed your scalesss on some cheap trolley railssss Just go, take your passport! Hold me 'round your neck for sport.* Smouldered by a motley Who ****** up my good wing Denying me proxy Intaking the most vital thing The wind is my only real motivation Inciting a remedy verse It feels like the strangest locomotive sensation You find me livid and ready to burst I notice the finality of some tension approaches Wait! do you feel the need to breathe? Are we all indebted to these crimson coaches While god pushes the sky down on you and me? I want to wait out their tussles and be grateful But I pay Her in ****** taxes I want to dry out my muscles and be helpful But I'm stuck on a flooded axis Dreaming of San Juan Where I tracked predator dung The search goes on Where we lost one failing lung Lead me to the classroom globe Let me decide when to Disapparate Give me mother's recipe for a ribosome I'm sure my trash will eventually dissipate Erasing A swing Defacing Her ring

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I love the wind, Before an evening summer storm The way it tussles my hair And swarms around me The cricket's peaceful warning call The breath of the sky against my skin Akin to a feeling of serenity And walking in the cool night air Cares slide from my shoulders Floating to the ground As this wind before the storm Swirls and surrounds.

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Sep 17, 2010

Sep 17, 2010 at 12:22 PM UTC

I love the wind, Before an evening summer storm The way it tussles my hair And swarms around me The cricket's peaceful warning call The breath of the sky against my skin Akin to a feeling of serenity And walking in the cool night air Cares slide from my shoulders Floating to the ground As this wind before the storm Swirls and surrounds.

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Blinded by fake-ups and look-sees Brainwashed by surgeries and fakeries Withheld by ridiculous ideals Restrictions aided by societal feels To them she was an outcast But she was my Aphrodite They could jest all they wanted But I was taking home this deity To remove all the tussles Seive out the floccs Solve all the puzzles Open my Pandora's box Whatever I found I wouldn't fright Rather I think I'd take delight Take me oh seductress to your chamber Of your soul I'd love to be a member Where they saw flaws I saw beauty I saw angels doing their duty They thought what I saw microscopic I thought their primitive minds myopic This strange creature unlike any I'd seen Had pulled my heart and tugged at the seam As she tore it open all I could find Was I was a goner and I didn't mind Her beauty had left me mindless My entire being insentient I could all but do her bidding To this I was very willing

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Dec 17, 2016

Dec 17, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC

Blinded by fake-ups and look-sees Brainwashed by surgeries and fakeries Withheld by ridiculous ideals Restrictions aided by societal feels To them she was an outcast But she was my Aphrodite They could jest all they wanted But I was taking home this deity To remove all the tussles Seive out the floccs Solve all the puzzles Open my Pandora's box Whatever I found I wouldn't fright Rather I think I'd take delight Take me oh seductress to your chamber Of your soul I'd love to be a member Where they saw flaws I saw beauty I saw angels doing their duty They thought what I saw microscopic I thought their primitive minds myopic This strange creature unlike any I'd seen Had pulled my heart and tugged at the seam As she tore it open all I could find Was I was a goner and I didn't mind Her beauty had left me mindless My entire being insentient I could all but do her bidding To this I was very willing

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I'm so done no, I won't run anymore with no lungs I am no one this artist is heartless I stab sheets for catharsis bleed pens by the cartridge I've used stars for targets my soul's drained I have no brain I only know shame, pain, strain and cold rain the invisible man with no frame I have no name; that's my code name my life's full of remarkable struggles impossible tussles quarrels and scuffles leaving only fossils of knuckles I have no will no thrill no feel but still never no chill because I wallow inside swallowing pride drowning drowning.

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC

I'm so done no, I won't run anymore with no lungs I am no one this artist is heartless I stab sheets for catharsis bleed pens by the cartridge I've used stars for targets my soul's drained I have no brain I only know shame, pain, strain and cold rain the invisible man with no frame I have no name; that's my code name my life's full of remarkable struggles impossible tussles quarrels and scuffles leaving only fossils of knuckles I have no will no thrill no feel but still never no chill because I wallow inside swallowing pride drowning drowning.

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Like the Ocean's Tide The roller-coaster ride of life A bitter pill to swallow when you know too much When you feel too much When you Love .........too much When you care too much, you get hurt too much Vast the Ocean, Deep and Dark It's mysteries so beguiling As if the fates have conspired To a wailing call of the sirens The evoking chants of the night's air The eerie howls of the dark wolves Like the ocean's unending seasons, So is life's endless tussles Boundless the ocean's depths Far and wide Boundless the ocean far and near.... And blue the waters, blue as tears.

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC

Like the Ocean's Tide The roller-coaster ride of life A bitter pill to swallow when you know too much When you feel too much When you Love .........too much When you care too much, you get hurt too much Vast the Ocean, Deep and Dark It's mysteries so beguiling As if the fates have conspired To a wailing call of the sirens The evoking chants of the night's air The eerie howls of the dark wolves Like the ocean's unending seasons, So is life's endless tussles Boundless the ocean's depths Far and wide Boundless the ocean far and near.... And blue the waters, blue as tears.

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She’s a cunning fool Beautiful like tiny droplets falling Landing gracefully on brittle blood orange leaves Dancing in between the cracks of new and old Weathered, she is strong Growing from the branches of inevitable Predictable as a full grown tree with disfigured twigs We really don’t know her, we are naive The ground is cold, but crunches underneath her clouded breath Just breathe This vindicated pixie, carvings green and black Forever engraved, just to feel life sprout and jump From her veins She tussles with the wind Collecting stones to weave In her basket of leaves They never stay She’s not pretty like the flowers in May Instead she’s haunting and brisk Like the leaves of fall Covered in a thick and heavy fog Lonesome she walks to a side unspoken But preparing for the cold dewy walk on ground unbroken This vindicated pixie, she’s stronger than you and me.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC

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She’s a cunning fool Beautiful like tiny droplets falling Landing gracefully on brittle blood orange leaves Dancing in between the cracks of new and old Weathered, she is strong Growing from the branches of inevitable Predictable as a full grown tree with disfigured twigs We really don’t know her, we are naive The ground is cold, but crunches underneath her clouded breath Just breathe This vindicated pixie, carvings green and black Forever engraved, just to feel life sprout and jump From her veins She tussles with the wind Collecting stones to weave In her basket of leaves They never stay She’s not pretty like the flowers in May Instead she’s haunting and brisk Like the leaves of fall Covered in a thick and heavy fog Lonesome she walks to a side unspoken But preparing for the cold dewy walk on ground unbroken This vindicated pixie, she’s stronger than you and me.

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rushed past me some guy runs down the hallway bye-bye guy did I know you? you said hello and goodbye so fast but I know you, guy, with rush of air that tussles my hair I know the fear, the itch, the go go go feeling and I know how hard it is to stop, say hello, and say goodbye just fast enough

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Nov 3, 2010

Nov 3, 2010 at 6:09 PM UTC

rushed past me some guy runs down the hallway bye-bye guy did I know you? you said hello and goodbye so fast but I know you, guy, with rush of air that tussles my hair I know the fear, the itch, the go go go feeling and I know how hard it is to stop, say hello, and say goodbye just fast enough

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*HOPE Laying atop the carved-stone mesa, feeling the chill of Perihelion’s air, I am seeing long past millennia in the night sky. Snuggled inside my bed roll dreams I feel earth’s motion swirl distant galaxies, as your red-shift light warms my face, a celestial journey begun long before our sun, this planet was even formed. Stardust memories blaze the night sky. Each point a puzzle holding onto so many whys, giving forth, shouting out their mysteries and expanding sighs. Suddenly, in a snap shot moment of earthly time, I stand naked to face you and your far distant hue, as the rhythm of the wind, its winter rhyme, tussles my hair, tingles my skin. You are probably long gone but I had to wave, shout out my incantations, acknowledge your presence and warm glow sensations. Standing, arms stretched wide, Naked to the stars I can sense your aeons ago reply: “We are children of the skies you and I. the creation of melting nebulae transformed into conscious activity. I will know you by the tracks you leave by the way you persevere in seeking and up-holding truth in bettering the spirit of humankind. I will know you by your smile.” Aeons ago I sensed your touch. As I raced back to the warmth awaiting within these bed roll dreams, I felt earth’s motion rotate distant galaxies. Staring into your starry night, smiling at all the unknown, I am ready for all earth changing possibilities, hastened along by distant hues riding on this winter’s wind. Aztec Warrior/redzone 1.6.04*

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Aug 14, 2016

Aug 14, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC

*HOPE Laying atop the carved-stone mesa, feeling the chill of Perihelion’s air, I am seeing long past millennia in the night sky. Snuggled inside my bed roll dreams I feel earth’s motion swirl distant galaxies, as your red-shift light warms my face, a celestial journey begun long before our sun, this planet was even formed. Stardust memories blaze the night sky. Each point a puzzle holding onto so many whys, giving forth, shouting out their mysteries and expanding sighs. Suddenly, in a snap shot moment of earthly time, I stand naked to face you and your far distant hue, as the rhythm of the wind, its winter rhyme, tussles my hair, tingles my skin. You are probably long gone but I had to wave, shout out my incantations, acknowledge your presence and warm glow sensations. Standing, arms stretched wide, Naked to the stars I can sense your aeons ago reply: “We are children of the skies you and I. the creation of melting nebulae transformed into conscious activity. I will know you by the tracks you leave by the way you persevere in seeking and up-holding truth in bettering the spirit of humankind. I will know you by your smile.” Aeons ago I sensed your touch. As I raced back to the warmth awaiting within these bed roll dreams, I felt earth’s motion rotate distant galaxies. Staring into your starry night, smiling at all the unknown, I am ready for all earth changing possibilities, hastened along by distant hues riding on this winter’s wind. Aztec Warrior/redzone 1.6.04*

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When the day comes When the rainforest is burnt to none and they, for a dollar sum, stoop to petty catastrophe When the oceans hold more plastic than water and it's too late for the dolphins to stage a coup When the skies glow grey-orange with smoke and disappointment and each breath tastes of the same When ever more radiation burns through; it's too much to hope we'll evolve superpowers - Oxygen Woman and the Amazing De-Plasticizer to the rescue When the oceans rise and the land quakes in protest and from their tussles produce countless tsunami When drought and flood escalate and tempests multiply; and there's no safe place left to live your life in ignorance When we're almost all extinct; not that far away some think When the end is unavoidable, will they see it then? There's no insurance you can buy for the end of the world

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Aug 24, 2019

Aug 24, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC

When the day comes

When the day comes When the rainforest is burnt to none and they, for a dollar sum, stoop to petty catastrophe When the oceans hold more plastic than water and it's too late for the dolphins to stage a coup When the skies glow grey-orange with smoke and disappointment and each breath tastes of the same When ever more radiation burns through; it's too much to hope we'll evolve superpowers - Oxygen Woman and the Amazing De-Plasticizer to the rescue When the oceans rise and the land quakes in protest and from their tussles produce countless tsunami When drought and flood escalate and tempests multiply; and there's no safe place left to live your life in ignorance When we're almost all extinct; not that far away some think When the end is unavoidable, will they see it then? There's no insurance you can buy for the end of the world

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The wind blows low in the valley. The wind howls high in the trees. The wind whispers in the holler. The wind smooths the grass in the prairie. The wind tussles her hair. The wind tells her its secrets. The wind listens to hers. The wind kisses her goodbye. The wind carries her secrets and soul far away. The wind blows low.

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC

The Wind Blows Low

The wind blows low in the valley. The wind howls high in the trees. The wind whispers in the holler. The wind smooths the grass in the prairie. The wind tussles her hair. The wind tells her its secrets. The wind listens to hers. The wind kisses her goodbye. The wind carries her secrets and soul far away. The wind blows low.

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She paints her brow with worries, and combs her hair with fear. The knapsack of strangers' troubles is heavy, and sincere. Her lips are curved and down, awakened, but afraid. Regret is growing in her garden, Her bed is firmly made. She tussles through her locks, as if she dreams of laughter. But love once lost is always lost, her house is without rafters.

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC

She paints her brow with worries, and combs her hair with fear. The knapsack of strangers' troubles is heavy, and sincere. Her lips are curved and down, awakened, but afraid. Regret is growing in her garden, Her bed is firmly made. She tussles through her locks, as if she dreams of laughter. But love once lost is always lost, her house is without rafters.

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