"unpiercable" poems - Hello Poetry

late september. bare feet. fifth of jack. as the sun broke from the wrath of the unpiercable storm clouds that were blocking its rays and sunk towards the horizon the sky turned into a pink so striking that it was like the world locked lips and decided that it was time for the downpour to end forever. is that what freedom feels like? when all the barriers that tear us apart break, does it feel like late september? does it feel like walking along the coastline, the stinging aroma of salt water, the sound of the waves crashing into the sand and the wind whipping stray locks of hair across your face? does everything look sublime and crystal clear? freedom. late september. the most beautiful dream emerging from a daunting nightmare. -z. vega

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC

doniakashkooli

late september

late september. bare feet. fifth of jack. as the sun broke from the wrath of the unpiercable storm clouds that were blocking its rays and sunk towards the horizon the sky turned into a pink so striking that it was like the world locked lips and decided that it was time for the downpour to end forever. is that what freedom feels like? when all the barriers that tear us apart break, does it feel like late september? does it feel like walking along the coastline, the stinging aroma of salt water, the sound of the waves crashing into the sand and the wind whipping stray locks of hair across your face? does everything look sublime and crystal clear? freedom. late september. the most beautiful dream emerging from a daunting nightmare. -z. vega

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Sunspots, we made eye contact, her fiery gaze was so bright all I could see were sunspots. It started as just one but I didn't want to look away, I couldn't, and god ****** it burnt. My vision started to falter and that little speck of darkness began to grow. Sunspots My trance-like stare remained unbroken, I was being burnt from within Sunspots, until one turned into ten. I felt her heat deep beneath the surfaces of skin and as the heat rose my little sunspots became all I could see. I was dumbfounded, lost, her radiance had blinded me. Confused and scared I spun about to see if there were any traces of light left in the dark, Sunspots. It wasn't long till I began to lose hope, beaten and broken with my toes dangling off the floor I hung myself and used her as the rope. Sunspots, as my little dark circles couldn't possibly get any darker the rope snapped and my vision came too. There on my knees I began to sob, I was so captivated I let light burn me out. Sunspots When I picked myself up, to my surprise I could still see her glow. Sunspots She had remained present through the night, hidden behind a thick shroud, unpiercable by the most furious of light. I glanced softly, tracing the aura surrounding her, I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact even though my entire chest was pounding for her. Sunspots I've learned a gentle focus is key, I can bask in her radiance without her worry of burning Sunspots I can finally see

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC

josh-cheshier

Sunspots

Sunspots, we made eye contact, her fiery gaze was so bright all I could see were sunspots. It started as just one but I didn't want to look away, I couldn't, and god ****** it burnt. My vision started to falter and that little speck of darkness began to grow. Sunspots My trance-like stare remained unbroken, I was being burnt from within Sunspots, until one turned into ten. I felt her heat deep beneath the surfaces of skin and as the heat rose my little sunspots became all I could see. I was dumbfounded, lost, her radiance had blinded me. Confused and scared I spun about to see if there were any traces of light left in the dark, Sunspots. It wasn't long till I began to lose hope, beaten and broken with my toes dangling off the floor I hung myself and used her as the rope. Sunspots, as my little dark circles couldn't possibly get any darker the rope snapped and my vision came too. There on my knees I began to sob, I was so captivated I let light burn me out. Sunspots When I picked myself up, to my surprise I could still see her glow. Sunspots She had remained present through the night, hidden behind a thick shroud, unpiercable by the most furious of light. I glanced softly, tracing the aura surrounding her, I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact even though my entire chest was pounding for her. Sunspots I've learned a gentle focus is key, I can bask in her radiance without her worry of burning Sunspots I can finally see

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There is a distinct form of tragedy Within freedom A certain breed of loneliness That is only felt as an echo One could sail alone with the wind For an indefinite time Without noticing it And every gentle touch Or grasp with lustful hands Is felt as just a whisper Without the satisfaction Of a scream One could endure earth shaking loads of Pure, unadulterated thunder And feel nothing at all And the labyrinth is, Is this numbness – This unpiercable veil of anesthesia – Is it strength, Or weakness?

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC

phoenix-renee-peterson

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There is a distinct form of tragedy Within freedom A certain breed of loneliness That is only felt as an echo One could sail alone with the wind For an indefinite time Without noticing it And every gentle touch Or grasp with lustful hands Is felt as just a whisper Without the satisfaction Of a scream One could endure earth shaking loads of Pure, unadulterated thunder And feel nothing at all And the labyrinth is, Is this numbness – This unpiercable veil of anesthesia – Is it strength, Or weakness?

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