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"uninhibitedly" poems
My sexuality isn't something you get to determine. Nor something you get to judge me for. Nor something you get to passive-aggressively hate on. My sexuality is, however, something wonderful. It is fluid. It is something I am discovering uninhibitedly. *There is no need to define it.* Plus, trying to define it is what has caused me untold anguish in the past anyway.
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
My sexuality
when you start feeling as if just being you     is not enough ,.. when you see the sunlight slipping away sliding into the ocean and the outbound tide     is pulling strong ,..    gravity throbs downward ― you see it's weight groan pacing in lonely eyes, you feel it's burden bear down on a wayfaring stranger    wandering away alone ,.. wondering what went wrong stalled by a riverside frozen in time ; walking on slippery rocks and fallen stars, searching for peace along the meandering shoreline the waterfall surrenders a river's silent lament ; the storm gales' surge stirs the urge for moving on a heart broken knows how fickle tides change which way the wind blows ,.. which way the rain      comes falling down ― watershed moments undulating serpentine rivers, unbridled terrain waters veritably cascading  beyond blurred latitudes, uninhibitedly drifting      in shapeless symmetry ― a deep ocean rises with the calling tide's murmur,   the shorebirds linger ; hole up with the peace of the unsullied sands at the sea stained       tide-mark ― barnacles cling to the pulse of the tidal sway where starfish hold on to    slippery rocks ,.. being enough to while away just a little bit longer ― to simply let it all be and wholly wash out in the water waiting for the tide change, to swallow whole the rivers stagnant flow, immersing     the stars in swirling silence ― in the unrestrained     rhythm and the sea ...
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
Slip Slidin' Away
I was wayworn, The fiber, bone, and marrow of my entity pined To be quenched, to be drenched In the ardent streams of Esprit d’ amour (All we need is love). The crossroads I’d encountered Brought my vagrant soul to this place Every onerous weight Was worth it, I’ve ascended; But, Where does etherealization lead? Someday, I will effloresce, Bloom in reminiscence From seeds of grace, Aromatic petals of heartsease; O, within the fertile soil of fidelity, I will fully fathom The perfume of Life’s Tapestry. A martyred past can be tortuous; Yes, salvation can seem scant, and our future dubious; But, transcendence is harmonious With believing, an Adamantine heart, and A luminous soul. Therefore, open your symphonic heart, Let the reverberations roam freely, uninhibitedly, Like a harmony, your thoughts and consciousness will overlap, All will flow through you abundantly. Clairvoyant Bravebird unfurl thy wings You sacral, divine, susurrant song-weaving dream. (Se’ lah)
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC
Clairvoyant Bravebird (Originally penned on Wednesday, April 7th, 2021)
You sang me John Mayer in my ear Eyes half-closed from drunken drowsiness And happiness I teetered and tottered, young next to you A little rambunctious and uninhibitedly grinning Into your pupils, black holes swimming in blue It was not electric or chemical or explosive It was unpredictable but apparent It was real and it was raw and it was sweet Your whispers linger in my heart still The tender caress of your hand Urgency and gentleness I chose to leave It was my decision I understand this And I know I a built a wall, claimed the title of introvert But you know as well as I do It meant something One day you'll be famous and you'll have everything You ever dreamed of, exactly like you planned Your hopes, your ambitions, the one And I will too, though I waver on that belief right now I'll be wonderful too And in the back of my mind, I imagine you will still remember the sweetness
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May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
You'll Be Famous
We know this particular neck of the woods well. To know her is to love her, Over and over again. The nexus between us has a motive All its own: strike the firing pin. Then spin~spin~spin. I see stars that uninhibitedly glow. Heaven has opened Up her waiting arms. Who said, "All that glitters is not gold?" Was it not a desperate wistful streetcar? Heyday! We're bathed in a bridal veil of angel light: The crowning nimbus. *** is a knotty business: it binds. Given enough rope, we Hang from the rafters. Come fruition come! Ah, this sleep is sweet On those morning afters.
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
*** is a Knotty Business
perhaps if i made myself scarce, scared sacred-- i'll become wanted uninhibitedly. i already am. a look of entendre at intelligence, perhaps deeper than my own [but mountains are enormous]- those giant eyes i only wish were on me always but only with love always a look of anger, admittedly, but only for a second- think i saw you slow down as i focused on the floor, your speech imposed- my glance, again- of sadness, now, for he who i'm so scared to love gives me another tiny fright. neither of us broke even we both walked out with pockets extracted from pants validated parking, painfully pounding out a new way home. our past, unchangeable. mistakes are made. i know i know I AM. i AM- or at least i feel like i am- realizing when the *** is too hot, when to take my hand off, when to use a *** holder. lately though i don't feel like i can crack an egg on your edge let alone cook a meal without you burning me. a fan quickly sweeping the trapped air of breakfast nook, spite & malice. reduced to what holds my interest, that which i am guilted for most. a hand held is a hand held not held to a handheld - a hand that won't let go but its hard to love when- almost to the point of thinking- you're looking up to what's looking down at you.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 5:55 AM UTC
051908
Sun-drenched in a smile between the dark hours of nine to four. I'm caffeinated by his loquacious charm, Easily awake for more. We are uninhibitedly excited and tangibly so. I am pacified listening to him loving to speak - His passion is potion for my perpetual anxiety. We kiss serendipitously the same. Sloppily making an important point, Intentions intensely plain. (Written January 2011)
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Untitled/Gray Flannel
The only thing I've ever known in my whole life to be true is that I'm unequivocally uninhibitedly 100% in love with you.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
Truth