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sinks
leaching into
my hollows

immobilized maybes
orbit the shatter
of our halos

until
it doesn't

and light shrapnel
starts accreting
noir Oct 2018
J ust as you are
U ‘re perfect
L ove is a thing
I feel it for you
A nd I’d love for you to feel it too

I …

L ove isn’t a word I like at all
O ddly enough
V ery strange I know
E erie of me but true

Y ou however
O ddly make me want to yell it at the top of my lungs all day
U have my heart
    Do with it as you wish
:)
OwO
I saw someone do the thing with the sentence starts and was like... I gotta try it too
Didn't plan to use it for this ;-;
Jon York Apr 14
You are                                    I just want                                 You
       the eggs                                   you, that's                                make
         to my                                      all. All your                              me
         bacon.                                     flaws,                                       laugh
     I love you                                   mistakes,                                 when
     more than                                  smiles,                    ­                I'm not
       bacon.                                       giggles,                                   even in
   I have looked                               jokes,                                        the
   at you                                            teasing,          ­                         mood
   in millions of                                sarcasm.                       ­            to    
   ways and                                      Everything.             ­                smile.
   I have loved                                 I just want
   you in each.                                  you.

   You have this                               Thank                                         If  I
     incredible                                   you for                                     could
way of making my                         being                                         have
     heart happy.                               the                                          anyone
You're my spark                              reason                        ­             in the
     in the dark.                                 I smile.                                    world,
                ­                                                                 ­                       it would
You're name is my                 No amount of time                         still
   favorite word                         spent with you                           be you.
            and                                  is ever enough
You  will  forever                         because                      I promise to
   be my always.                      everything is better       make you feel
                                                     with you and                wanted, loved
You're my never ending       everything has been              and
      thought and                            better since                     needed.
   proof  that  life                                you.            ­        every single day.
        is beautiful.                                                       ­     
                                                      Jon York   2019
Kemy Sep 2018
Umm, the presence and scent of a man
Magnetic attraction where his feet stands
His natural body charismatic aroma
Element of charms, seeping to awaken a woman out a sensual coma
Is it his eyes, the soul behind his life’s mysteries
Flirtation in his smile, tells me he has an undercover ****** history
It is his nose that smells out my charms
An enticing deep baritone voice, his spoken words, which turns me on

Is it the erratic heartbeat he has for a woman, his passionate relent
Stealing my breath, as he tenderly seals my lips in an impassioned moment of content
The strength in his biceps
His triceps
Strong, yet such comforting arms
An epitome of steel, circled around a woman in winter life’s storms
In the cold of night, his body providing your heated warmth

His chest, a hard pillow to tell your doubts, your uncertainties, your fears
Pulling you closer onto it, his reassuring words eradicating your tears
His intellectual mind to think as a man
A stimulating, slam bam and thank you ma’am, or your personal grand slam
His weakening love, taking your body beyond the stars
Woman from Venus, my handsome Man for Mars

His groin, and his family jewels from which it springs forth
Erected compass of his wand now pointing North
A woman’s reservation to tease, please, stroke, or allow it to choke
His loud murmurs shadowing your moans, echoing in the wind
****, I love the presence of men, and his undulated carnal sins
From the first taste of honey dipped Butter ***, me

As his giving oral fixation is traveling free
Freeing the elixir of juices that deems to flee
His hairy legs as he stands to lift my weight
In the shower, no wait, as I anticipate
Hooking my twerking bait
His physique in general…Oh, God thank you
Without the scent of a man, we women would not know what to do

Your presence to a woman is our earthly food
Our je ne sais quoi for our every ****** mood
Rather you are standing, lying still, or upside down
The blissful 69 number conquered as we’re fooling around
My Dream Weaver
My distance heartbeat receiver

His dripping sweat
Droplets to my skin have been met
The presence and scent of a man holds me throughout the night as our eyes finally rest
The best smell in the world is that man that you love.

Jennifer Aniston
Kemy Sep 2018
Can you feel it
Shh, allow the galaxy to pamper your body, blanket the essence of your mind, bit-by-bit
Travel on a higher awareness to understand the galaxy’s gentle gift
Close your eyes and allow your mind to softly drift

Soft Moonlight Dust
Illuminating the night skies, given warmth of its inner trust
Centered in the sky, a star abates for its enlighten ******
Kindred minds to enrapture, as souls physically adjust

So gentle, as a touch to the skin
An inner space to conquer, there an exploring craving begins
Awareness of self stirring into the constellation
Bodies attuned beyond the stretch of imagination
Savoring on the flavor of the alignment sweeten taste
Desires igniting an inferno, the heat of its flames refusing to wait

Overheated friction surrendering without debates
Runaway yearning weakening in the presence of fate
The ecstasy of the moonlight’s dust felt, abiding to the crack of dawn
Emotions of the elixir slowly withdrawn

A Cheshire moonrise
Always a sacred communion given in surprise
Masked feelings hidden behind the stars in our eyes
Sprinkles of pixie dust as the moon becomes full
Paired upon, as lace meets wool
Interwoven and tenderly spun on a galactic spool

Stars In Exile
Twinkling for eyes to glimpse beyond the earth’s smile
Canopus to Antares, oh how you make me shine
Closing my eyes, coveting your point as I’m making you mine

Settled and glittering as small diamonds binding in the sky
A wondrous elopement to experience in the blink of an eye
Soft whispers to the ones that shoot right before they fall
Such a beautiful and breathlessly cadence to wish under them all

The Gift Of The Sun’s Stroke
Umm, shooting stars kept me awoke
Relentless bodies bathing under the moon
Caresses, touches, entwined souls echoing the note of its weakening tunes

Sweeter and sweeter, deeper and deeper
Bodies fueled, hot as a heater, bodies climbing steeper and steeper
Heat consumes the interior of the temple
Sweat of life, as movements come together and then disassemble
Elated, sedated, dipping in a cool blue lagoon
Kisses under the sun on a beautiful afternoon
Temperatures rising not a moment too soon

June slamming into summer’s heat
A merriment of a sun stroke basking in the glorious feast
The galaxy and its spicy passion
A gift to the world to enjoy in any unbridled fashion
She would give them order. She would create constellations.
Thomas Pynchon
Joel A Doetsch Mar 2014
I'm looking deep into her eyes

Looking into her eyes...
is like opening a door that leads...
to another door


Wait..really?  OK...I open the door.

This door leads to a long, winding path,
like the winding path of your love.  
The path leads to a third door


O...K. I open the door.

This door leads to a spiral staircase
descending down, down, down,  deep
into her soul.
At the bottom of the staircase is--


A door?

A door.

I open the door

The door is locked.  The key might be under the mat

Seriously?  I check under the mat

Nope, not there.  Maybe try under the small rock next to the door

Oh for the love of...I check the rock

There is a key

Wonderful...I unlock and open the door

Inside this door is a large atrium
the glass ceiling giving way to a
beautiful summer night, the stars
twinkling in the distance.  At the
far end of the Atrium, there is a curtain


Sigh I pull aside the curtain

There is a door

Come on!  I open the ruddy door.

You find yourself in a long hallway,
with fine art hanging along the walls.
Crimson carpet lines the floor.
At the end of the hall is a door  locked
with a combination biometric
fingerprint scanner/retinal scanner


What.

You have 10 seconds to unlock the door
before the hunter-bots de-atomize you


What!?  Ok! I try my fingerprints and eye!

The door unlocks and the hunter-bots stand down.
In the next room are three vials.  Two of them contain
terrible neuro-toxins that will lead to an excruciatingly
painful death.  The third will allow you to continue on
to the next room.  You have 30 seconds to choose before
you are terminated


What the hell is this!?

This is the path to true love hidden deep in her eyes

No, this is insanity!

15 seconds

OK!  Geez!  Umm..Vial Number 2!

You're totally dead

Oh god!

Just kidding.  None of them had poison...was just messing with you

THAT'S IT!  I'M DONE WITH THIS

Really?  There's only one more door.  I swear

...Fine.  What ridiculous thing do I need to do to open it.

It's already open.  You find yourself in a circular room
with a pedestal in the center.  On the pedestal is a hand
written note.  On that note is the key to everlasting happiness


I pick up the note

You smell sweet hints of your beloved's perfume and
notice the care that each word of the note was written.


What does the note say?

My love:

Next Tuesday Only --  Buy One-Get One Free at J.J's Pizza.  Cannot be combined with any other offers/coupons.  Must present coupon upon purchase.  Expires 1/14/14


...An expired coupon for Pizza?

Such a wonderful expression of love!

How do I get out of here...

You see a door
.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
I asked Alexa
How does it feel to be
Close to human?

[Sorry, I don’t know that one]

The universal answer
A great SENSE OF RESPONSIBILITY
Remember that

[Umm]
She replied
Genre: Experimental
Theme: What lacks
Farzaneh Qaf Jul 2018
I was 19 and used to check my horoscope
Through the sites and without getting a telescope
Only to know what will happen to my life
Cause I could not text him to know if he is fine
Years have passed now, so much, quick and very fast
I'm much older and umm.. so hurt, more than the past
Lost and quite, no talks and fades
Laughing so fake, no calls or dates
Amen! I said "No more -men.."
Someone screamed :" There is always a wo-man"
I turned my head to the left
To make sure some love is left
Somewhere around in the darkness
Saw her beauty so flawless
Heard my heartbeats, even louder
Told her"love is like a thunder"
She said " oh I ...will remember"
I got my heart out of my chest
Suddenly saw her with a guest....
One side love has no gender Lol
We are all good memories to some
And sad to others
We can't judge
Life is so unpredictable
Day Dec 2018
****.
How can I explain.
****.
I I sound insane.
Shush.
I know someone can hear me.
Umm.
They surely see this insecurity.
Welp.
I'm sorry I freaked out there.
Sigh.
I just keep trying not to care.
Muskan Apr 10
I don't wanna study,
but I don't wanna fail.
So,I sit with my books all the day.
I try so hard,
but I still can't satisfy,my parents,and,teachers,with my grades.
This school system ruined my teenage,
they controlled my day and night.
I spend all of my time,
studying maths and science.
I'm sorry,
but now I feel pressurised.
I'm sorry,
but I can't study all the time.
I'm trying my best to score good,
but still I'm sorry ,
if you can't see my efforts.
You don't even know,
how many times I revise those,
derivations,principles,and,rules.
This *****!
And right now,I don't know what to do.
As a teenager,
not just gossips,
but we all have secrets.
Secrets about ourselves,
something that no one knows,
but you!right?
So in between all this,
even I figured out one thing.
For me,writing is a great release.
Yes!I write poems,and,
not everyone knows about it.
No one listens to me,
so I put my feelings in my poems,
through words with rhyme,
alliteration or repetition.
To be honest,
now,I  spend a lot of my time,
playing with these words in my mind.
These thoughts of doing something huge,
go loud at nights in my room.
Umm..Yes!this poem is just a small effort,
to make my dream come true.
Muskan Apr 14
So I noticed this guy,
while coming back from school.
I think I've a crush on him,
he's kinda cute.
I hope he's more brave than me,
we can become friends tho.
I searched for him everywhere,
instagram,snapchat,twitter,and,facebook.
But what's his name?
Should I go and talk to him?
Umm..no!lame!
But what if he's waiting for me to talk to him,
and I'm waiting for him to talk to me?
Let's do this now!
Let's practice some lines to start a conversation.
Suddenly a notification appears on my phone,
and,oh my god!
This guy texted me saying''hi''!
The butterflies in my stomach,
fear in my head,
and redness on my cheeks.
Conversations started,
we talked for minutes,
then hours,
and then all day long,
texting,snapping,every ******* thing.
Not just a friend but he became someone special to me.
And somewhere,
we started feeling same things.
Because texts changed from''nothing much'' to''thinking about you'',
and,''wassup''to''open the gate,I'm coming to pick you''.
Things changed even more between us,
Ii don't feel shy but,
comfortable around him.
These vibes are keeping me alive.
He calls me''babygirl''when I'm sick,
and,I don't know why he thinks that he's just a *******.
He's the most caring person,
I ever came across.
He's not like everyone else,
and that melts my heart.
Life is hard,
but he held my hand tight in good and bad times.
I slapped him,he kissed me,
and that's when I knew,
he's the only one for me!
This is one of my favorite poem!because I never write poems which tells a story!Ii'm single,and this is something that just came from my mind,and imagination haha!Keep loving!Keep sharing!
Terry O'Leary Jan 19
.             <Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss>
              <for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.>
              <With trenchant wit he reaps the dross>
              <when seeking sense in applesauce.>

              <But to his aid flies FactoidMan>
              <who always has a Fact at hand;>
              <with him, who needs a whether-man>
              <to answer “if?” or “but?” or “and?”?>

“Oh ShallowMan, let me explain
the Facts of life to you, so plain,
yet flush with truthful thoughts arcane.
When understood, you won’t maintain
that callowness you think urbane.”

                              “Oh FactoidMan, give benedictions,
                              save me from all contradictions
                              with your knowledge, no restrictions
                              finding Facts, avoiding fictions.”

“Well, when in doubt, you always may
request my help to find your way
through shades of black and white and gray,
and from the Facts you’ll never stray.
Yes, ShallowMan, I’ll make your day.”

                              “Since yesteryear I’ve wondered why
                              I’m served a piece of humble pie
                              whene’er attempting to descry
                              just what’s a Fact, and what’s a lie,
                              and which be Facts one can’t deny.
                              With candor, can you edify
                              me with some recondite reply?”

“Well, as you know, my Facts are Facts
which naught nor nothing counteracts
and things that do, mere artifacts
in dim myopic cataracts.”

“A lie’s a thing which disagrees
with Facts I utter, if you please,
and hides the forest from the trees
ignoring all my verities.”

“And this reminds me of my youth,
with axioms defined as truth
which I selected as a sleuth
(abetted by a sweet vermouth);
I being now so long of tooth,
to contradict me’s hardly couth.”

                              “That certainly helps me clarify
                              whom I can trust: yeah, you’re the guy!  
                              Now, furthermore I’ve wondered why
                              the moon can’t fall and clouds can fly.  
                              What’s called that law those facts defy?
                              And mightn’t I just give a try
                              to make a guess to verify?”

“If you link your facts to law
(ah, please excuse a gruff guffaw)
you’ll certainly flaunt a flimsy flaw
that strains belief and breaks the straw
of what you’ve heard and thought you saw.
(I‘ll leave you with some bones to gnaw
that leave you holding me in awe
when once you’ve grasped and gasped ‘aha’).
So tell me now your ideas, raw,
but keep it short, your blah, blah, blah.”

                              “Umm, could it be just gravity
                              (well, something like a theory
                              that some call Relativity)
                              which pulls the apple from the tree
                              and puts a strain upon my knee;
                              or is that fact absurdity?”

“Ahem, a theory’s just a theory,
not a Fact, it’s all so eerie,
something which should make you leery
as explained until I’m weary.”

                              “If Relativity’s a theory,
                              and a theory’s not a Fact,
                              is it a fiction I can query
                              when I’m falling, ere I’m whacked?”

“Though theories might be based on Fact,
a theory is, in fact, not backed
by any cause, effect or act
which might be salvaged when attacked.
For you, this Fact may seem abstract,
plumb depths where shallow thoughts distract.”

“Yes, what goes up must soon come down
is quite a Fact of world renown.
But theory’s just a heathen gown
to deck the naked King in town,
and when he falls, he breaks his crown
which leaves him wearing but a frown.”

“It surely should be obvious,
the property of Heaviness
(like Godliness and Heaven-ness)
defines the cosmic edifice,
refuting Newton’s flakiness
and Einstein’s spooky emphasis  
on space-time’s 4-D flimsiness.
Yes, Facts like these are copious
(I count them with my abacus);
to argue would be blasphemous
displaying mental barrenness
about the push and pulling stress
when bouncing ***** rebound, unless
one views elastic laziness
as evil Satan’s stubbornness.”

                              “Well now I think I understand,
                              that gravity seems somewhat grand,
                              but’s just, in fact, a rubber band
                              that stretches through our earth-bound-land
                              constricting us when we expand.”

“Yes, ShallowMan, you finally got it,
just as I’ve long preached and taught it.
I’m so happy that you’ve bought it.
(Not a question nor an audit -
you’re so shallow, who’d have thought it?)”

              <Once ShallowMan dipped into science>
              <seeking FactoidMan’s alliance>
              <gaining, hence, a strong reliance>
              <on the Facts and their appliance,>
              <justifying strong compliance,>
              <turning down those in defiance.>

                              “Hey, FactoidMan, another topic
                              leaves me reeling, gyroscopic,
                              dealing with the microscopic
                              in a world kaleidoscopic.”

                              “Within the realm of vacuum loops
                              Dark Energy in quantum soups
                              of anti-matter sometimes swoops
                              across inflation’s Big Bang stoops
                              where space-time ends and matter droops.
                              Do you believe, or just the dupes?

“It’s nothing but a passing phase,
(a theory that in fact betrays
obscure occult communiqués
that fevered fantasy conveys)
of those who thump creation days.
Just check! The vacuum state portrays
perfection in your shallow ways
reflected in that vacant gaze
you cast upon the dossiers
of all my Facts that so amaze.”

                              “And what about the quantum theory?
                              Particles not hard but smeary,
                              just like waves? It’s kinda eerie!
                              Facts could not be quite so bleary
                              leaving Bohr, well, sad and teary.
                              FactoidMan, just tell me, dearie,
                              what the Facts are, bright or dreary.”

                              “And then again what are those holes
                              (as black as ravens bathed in coals)
                              wherein the past and future strolls
                              exploiting fields that Higgs controls
                              beneath the shady shallow shoals
                              between magnetic monopoles.”

“The science lab’s a ‘fact’ory
concocting stuff that cannot be
(like unknown realms and notably
those tiny things NoMan can see
with naked eye on bended knee
neath microscopic scrutiny)
and claim they’ve found reality;
they call their god a ‘Theo’ry
(a fig-ment of the Yum-Yum tree)
that leads them to hyperbole
about the singularity
that’s dipped in dazed duplicity
denying all eternity.”

“Here’s my advice that seems to work:
ignore the ones with ‘facts’ that lurk
behind their ‘proofs’ (which always irk),
and being challenged have the quirk
of stepping back within the murk
(indulged, I chuckle, smile or smirk).”

              <Now ShallowMan is quite content>
              <receiving FactoidMan’s consent>
              <to quibble and express dissent>
              <as long as keeping covenant>
              <with fingers crossed and belfry bent>
              <when viewing Facts in sealed cement:>

                               “The Facts you give me circumvent
                               those ‘truths’ your chuckles supplement;
                               although they might disorient
                               they can’t be wrong, I won’t dissent,
                               just using ones which you invent.“
“(No need of source in that event).”

                               “Your wise advice is simply sound
                               in cases where a game is bound
                               to parcel points out round by round
                               or else on verbal battleground
                              where know-it-alls are duly crowned.”

              <Though ShallowMan is kinda slow>
              <he still takes time to learn and throw>
              <his facts and theories to and fro,>
              <amazing facts which seem to show>
              <that theories sometimes come and go,>
              <returning strengthened with the glow>
              <of new found facts (for which to crow)>
              <that fill the gaps of long ago.>

                               “Oh FactoidMan, just tip your cap!
                               I’ve found a piece to fill the gap
                               that simplifies a mouse’s trap:
                               if triggerless, it still will clap
                               to give the mouse a mighty zap
                               that makes its tiny back bone snap.”

                               “With mousetrap type simplexity,
                               reducible complexity
                               helps arguments’ duplexity
                               with twists of crude convexity.”

“Ha-ha! That serves to prove my case:
for each gap filled, two in its place,
each growing at the doubled pace;
for unfilled gaps, I’m saying grace
(they help, indeed, for saving face)
Trying to get out of neutral....
don't know whether I'm in first or reverse...
SassyJ Aug 9
As bare as a dessert
so was his departed heart
when his body shut down
weaned of oxygen to death
his red blooded veins disintegrated
Yet, his sperms bore my being
and part of him was a sown on me
right to the core of this tapestry
Umm that old silenced man
bruised by disease and regrets

Once he came to me as a giant
a semi-human being from afar
another land where life lives
and his soul was cheerful
unreprimanded and attuned
wearing  contrasted parallel views
and his eyes shone with glitter
enlightened with a glow
he seemed interested and invested
all he did was nurture my soul

Today he sat of that couch
the very one that he read many a books
and his eyes were shut, the spirit shook
electrified from crown to head
he staggered in an sequence of drama
as if he was an automated robot
present but disintegrated in form
his ears were in utter silence
and his eyes could not find a way
as his feet shook in unspoken reprise
ALEX DRAKE Mar 20
I lov..
I umm
I love you
....
YES! I love you and I'm sorry for that...  know i shouldn't
But you are to perfect

Even if we don't talk for months... when I get that text from you I fall harder for you
SelinaSharday Jul 29
I'll call you back..
Nope..im..goin to the beach..
watch the waves collide at my feet..
Feel those caressing moon tides as they pull at me..
almost taking control..
Makes me feel dizzy that kinda dizzy we enjoy..
Nope I'll be away on the bay..You'll what?.. You'll call me bac
I ain't feelin that.
I'll be caressing sweet sandy candy canes..
As sugar treats call my name..
Can't sit and wait on your returned call
It'll chase away my flow for the winds call..
I'll call you bac...
I'll answer it If I..
am feelin like crashing a high.
From my beaches dramatic sigh...
Allow a misty tear to part my eye..
umm hold on go on Do yo own thang..
I wanna run and catch a ball
Even if I trip on this beach sand and fall.
wow you'll call me back
I aint feelin that.
Wow I'm away enjoying this moment of expressing it all.
Wow..left my call on hold.
yah take me for a fool how bold.
Wait hold that call..wow.
Ignoring that returning call I'ma bow.
At the beach enjoying it all now.
Lolzz my writers Gears are On..plow plow..
Pack up and come along or I'ma leave  yah sayin wow.
I aint feelin that..
you ain't got to call me back.
by selinaSharday
Always saying.. hang on.. or wait i'll call yah back.. hell no.. I won't be answering.. unless i..
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