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Essence of She Sep 2024
I wonder how it feels.
To be snuggled ever so precisely.
Skin to skin, like neurons to synapses, sparking, firing pure pleasures of love, for the mate of my soul.

A wonder it is to feel.
I imagine us to be synchorinzed in such way, that thoughts are completed. Actions are known. He will see the truth even when unshown.

Blissful wonder, I long to feel.
The absence of something unfamiliar, but nostalgic.
I feel him present now, forever near, yet ever eluding.

My intertwines long for, aches for, to feel, his touch, yet it remains unknown.
His lips, sun, unkissed.

I wait in wonder.
Not for completion, but for a reunion.
Not of family, but of the one,
kin of my Soul.
This is a story about Milo the mighty
His sword at his side, he was forever so mighty
His armor gleamed, how he shined brightly
On the cliff side watching the sun as it set
Milo the mighty set up shop, it was time to rest...

He started on a stallion his pride on his horse
Did he ride out of Ridgeburrow,
to revenge his remorse
Townspeople cheered and waved
Villains and monsters flee'd their graves
As Milo the mighty Rode through town
The townspeople cheered out
"DONT LET US DOWN"!

It was a quest of vengence he'd seek
For years have past, that have been quite bleak
goblins and Gouls steal all the gold

As the mighty hunchback golem screams "duel-me droll"

The townspeople fear him,
Helplessly run they do
But Milo had other plans
For the golems unrichous uphold,

He slashed and stabbed,
Staggered with joy, as the blood of his victims
Fell to the floor

One-two, one-two, his sword went through and through

He sliced through golems head,
Leaving him dead,
Just a slab of meat on the floor

And Milo the mighty traveled forth
Unto the dark forest,
He traveled with sorts,
Battles with pillagers and pirates alike
Did Milo fight with all his might
To make it to his mighty quest
Where all that sweet gold lies in a chest....

Traveled onward he did
Straight through the pillagers plains
Did Milo have a quest for his own grave?
No said Milo the great as he traveled on his adventure
His adventure was great......

Looking up at a tower
The clock struck the fifth hour,
Towering over Milo was the tower of Shiloh
Looming over him in a dim shadow
Did the ominous tower show more
Than just what was for fleeing cowards?
NO,
Milo opened the door
To find the riches
his princes had ever wanted to adore

So up the grand stair case did Milo the Great do
Up in spirals the stairs never seemed to outgrew
Up and up the tension was rough
As Milo unsheathed his great weapon
A sweat drop uncoiled from his headband
So Milo mustered the mutual feeling
Felt far before him,

Upon the double doors of steel,
Did her master wait for her hero
Weapon ready in hand,
Ready to use against Milos stand...
Stanced fearless, ready to fight
Did her master wait to show his might.

MILO screamed her master
Come for me have you not?!
"Yes you ungodly gat" shouted milo
Far from his throne,
Did Milo know his match or was his match outgrown?
Her master swung first,
Cut Milos cheek he did,
But when milo swung back,
Off with his head!

Milo picked her up, her ankles unshown
He walked her to the parlor,
Where he released her,
He let her go........
"Thank you Milo, Your heroism is now know"
Said the fair lady who Milo help'd go.

Milo the mighty walked straight to the cellar
Where all the gold and riches awaited his pleasure
With his might he carried it right
Straight to his great kings who declared Milo
"Milo the Mighty"
Just a fun heroic poem
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
If the writer is not the reader and the reader is not entered
(entertain-ed?) by the trial or trier
here in our phor of oroboronic

wheel spinning, our world of
entertaiment
contained,
be
coming to meet, um,
-phatics of sorts unheard,
ignored,
or unshown, un-

init-
iated unit-
ary, you,

become the
eleventh hour ***, none hired.
Apo

Unem, come work my field, *** my hard rows
no early helpers
weeded

Attention glitch... some signal intra fearal

No worry,
-- fear of god beginning wisdom boot code;

that connection
has been loose so long, missignaling
special and free,

a special sort of
crudescence has scabbed the short.
It's a brain fix.
You get a feel for it, the augments help,
Om as the
Axionic go, is tuned to absurdity. Listen.

Hear me, dragon-lizard-brain. We are a team. The team.
All the story stories tell of you and me. We unite.
We get our act together, and we
go mad, in the sight of all earthlings augmented to see
Youtube.

By my ab-surd-ifity, all our stories change. An unmatched wave.

-- forgive the footnote, but don't lie about what we both know is true:

absurd (adj.)"plainly illogical," 1550s,
from Middle French absurde (16c.),
from Latin absurdus "out of tune, discordant;"
figuratively "incongruous, foolish, silly, senseless,"
from ab- "off, away from,"
here perhaps an intensive prefix,
+ surdus "dull, deaf, mute," which is possibly
from an imitative PIE root meaning "to buzz, whisper"
(see susurration).
Thus the basic sense is perhaps "out of tune,"
but de Vaan writes,
"Since 'deaf' often has two semantic sides,
viz. 'who cannot hear' and 'who is not heard,' ab-surdus can be explained as 'which is unheard of' ..." The modern English
sense is the Latin figurative one,
perhaps "out of harmony with reason or propriety." Related: Absurdly; absurdness.
--
Screech, boomers know, finger nails on the chalkboard, the blackboard
jungle screech,
when teacher is takin' a smoke. Absurdity is entertainment.

It can make you think in whole new ways.
Or stop your believing of a lie

for long enough to see
a hope, no lie, a hope of something human
**** sapien sapiens augmental,
upright under Good and Evil,
sheltered from the storm.

A class, a level, a common value beyond Belief and Dignity and

dexterous sinister plots of points where clues were pinned,
yet you
overlooked the message, daze-led by the angels dancing.

Thales fell into this hole. He survived. It all ties in

The new -phatic word that started this stream ends it,
with our common
scream for meaning fullness apo-

apo-phatic mystery of sympathy,
bha, bha --

Paradox ortho
pedic augmentations, koan to mantra,
meditation on the word of words,
step to step to step logical
logos-centric reason, logo-istical rite to
evince a visible faith,
a virtue signal,
a mark, between the eyes,
an aim,
a point to spring a story from
upon an unsuspecting child averse to boos.

Trauma at a bubble pop. When all we know, dear
reader, is lost, and our bubble's edge sur
past our horizons,
we are mine-yoot, mispent attentions being

recycled, for goodness sake. Old lies twisting
into first fruits of the know
ing tree, ideas mani-fest
ing
ting, ding

Aha, my bubble of thought ala
funny papers in the old days where we met and laughed
together
in America, before we knew
earth from this distance
fifty years ago.

Wishbooks were real,
Whole Earth Catalog suppliers
sold me my nets, my hooks, and lines,

I learned the ways men have caught fish.
Wishing all the while for a way to live as earthlings live.
Guided by witty inventions, messengers
from the gods, eh.

Easter eggs, tucked away in retro games surfacing on Wall Street.

Who manages the messages released when the
first trump sounded?

That was me, as real, Asreal Kanbe, a walkon role.

I saw a third,
at least, of all the fish in the sea die,
in the duration of a single
short-span standard life. All seven trumps did sound, though,

they may be like lizards, we don't hear them well.

These seventy years of captivity
in the tales of my culture, my people and the ways they live in peace,

in the ways they resist war, sistere in peace with faith, the idea, the deed,

faith works in acting. True. Eh. Faith without action is dead.

Incandescentis onburnedupus, ****, dark. Switch on switch off
nada
dark dark faith sees nothing, ah so what, we muddle in puddles

and fail to portage for fear of surface I can't sticking to our
iron shod feet,
miry clay, heavy steps ******* the good news socks off
our beautiful feet,

see hear focus id - i dent ify the why, find the how-

thought change changes thinker, not thought.

Which of you can make one wire plus or minus by taking thought?
Taking anxious thought? Eh?
Fret not. Ohmmmmmmmm

my god, why the threats? Why must I fret for never making sense?

Dee ahna knowledge chan zen

consider the opposite, the shadow of turning, not doubt

preserve light and darkness little man
preserve sun and moon and stars

lose your wish to catch the Magic Fish.

But that is my wish, my wish for one more wish,
I wished to catch the fish

which taught the lessen to the fishher whose wife
could not be satisfied.

I wished for a source of all the answers ever found,

Ah. and I got this global brain that remembers ever,
though we know only now.
Never before,
has this been past that which men hoped for,
unseen.
Faith for the world to become as it now is,
is finished.
What a man sees, why does he hope for?

It worked. Self-evident, right. Same class as life and liberty.

Chickeneggical,
**** or ovoidal elliptical slices of life, those arrive for our

per-use-al, right or wrong. Like a Fabrege' egg:
You break it, you bought it. Life ain't fair. But it works.
Pick up the pieces.
They all still fit. None are missing. Some are broke,
but a soft touch can fix em.

You were always Humpty-Dumpty. This had to happen once.

Good side always shines, when
the rub has been dealt a shine-on signal for ever sake,
no reason,

just cause. A man can, even mad, be as happy
as he can imagine being,
at the time, all things considered, augmentasciously.

This was my oldest memory today, the future
shall come, and whatever
shall be, shall be, que sera sera.

How are you bored? This is earth. Even if you wish otherwise.

There are new things we may learn if we choose.

--apophatic (adj.)
"involving a mention of something one feigns to deny;
involving knowledge obtained by negation," 1850,
from Latinized form of Greek apophatikos,
from apophasis "denial, negation,"
from apophanai "to speak off,"
from apo "off, away from" (see apo-) + phanai "to speak,"
related to pheme "voice," from PIE root *bha- (2) "to speak, tell, say."

I would not call this meditation, sitting in the back garden.
Maybe I would call it eating light.
Mystical traditions recognize two kinds of practice:
apophatic mysticism, which is the dark surrender of Zen, the Via Negativa of John of the Cross, and
kataphatic mysticism, less well defined:
an openhearted surrender to the beauty of creation.

Maybe Francis of Assissi was, on the whole,
a kataphatic mystic,
as was Thérèse of Lisieux in her exuberant momemnts:
but the fact is, kataphatic mysticism has low status in religious circles.

Francis and Thérèse were made, really made,
any mother superior will let you know,
in the dark nights of their lives:
no more of this throwing off your clothes and singing songs and babbling about the shelter of God's arms

When I was twelve and had my first menstrual period,
my grandmother took me aside and said,
'Now your childhood is over.
You will never really be happy again.'
That is pretty much how some spiritual directors treat the transition from kataphatic to apophatic mysticism.

But, I'm sorry, I'm going to sit here every day the sun shines and eat this light. Hung in the bell of desire.” 
― Mary Rose O'Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World: The Apprenticeship of a Quaker, Buddhist Shepherd
Daring to let art be fun and philosophy be phuny, I laugh and romp in the remains of fallen walls between any curious mind and all the knowledge in the world, accessible as long as we both shall live.
Joey Austin Oct 2012
There are times that I feel I don’t even know you. Times that seem to never fade away.  But, as a child who dealt with you leaving day after day I feel like I shouldn’t be so scared. At age 5, I was little boy wishing to be all he could be.  A kid that any dad would want.  I wanted to be just like you.  Big muscles, strong voice and my own company.  At age 10, I was growing tired of you.  But, I was still a boy, unwilling to see what was actually happening.  You’re seemingly unending verbal abuse secrets a deadly poison into my veins.  Now as I slowly creep my testosterone levels up, up and away, I’ll start to pull down your kaleidoscope colored curtains.  By 15, we couldn’t be more separate.  Divided by dinnertime arguments and back-talking homework battles.  The more you speak, the more I want to leave this house and never come back.  I sometimes wish I could change things but, it’s too little, too late.  At age 16 to the day, I step in the labyrinth that confines me to find you raged and red-faced and she is on the phone, canceling the party. My not-so-sweet 16 ended in a hotel room, filled with unshown tears and bags of Cheez-its. Then, I finally decided who you were to me the day I went to tell my mother about my day at school.  Tears ran like the free-flowing waters of the Amazon as she tried to defend you’re already broken armor.  My brain ran 653 miles an hour as she spoken of a deed I thought unspeakable.  You call me on the phone and say “I don’t know what to say, bro.”  Well, “bro” how about “I’m sorry for literally breaking every life long lesson I’ve taught you and I’m sorry for smashing the hearts and minds of our family.”  That can get you by on our 3 minute 27 second phone call.  Now, I look at you and can’t decide.  Are you still the man with big muscles, strong voice and his own company? or are the shell of a man I still wish I knew?  I wish I could answer but, There are times that I feel like I don’t even know you.
Naomi Sa'Rai Nov 2012
Unfinished I am
Left those ribbons flowing
River
Stream
Adagio
Fluid and slow
Tipped across floor
These cracked toes
Unfinshed I am
No water to reflect
Face unshown
The build up
En L'air
Made love to wind
Touching cheeks
The essence of air
Inhaled
Exhaled
Whispering over ground
For as i went up
Strong
A grand allegro
Soft
Slithering around hugging wood
I came down
Arabesque
Leg heavy
An ox I am
Held perfectly
Examined by man
Unfinished I am
Left those ribbons flowing
By the river
Stream
Adagio
Fluid and slow
Tipped into pond
A sensuous grand finale
Of floating below...
Jesse Hunter May 2013
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever. In Jesus name I pray.

Lord God, I come to you humbled and sad, this life you've blessed me with was never supposed to be this bad.
I work hard all day long, thinking of you and singing songs.
I think of you when things go wrong, blaming myself for all the harm.
Father be with me in spirit, show me your way, please help me get through this day.
You've given me life, and I've returned that gift with sin, I love you Jesus, thank you for forgiveness.
I think about how I've lived, and all the mistakes I've made, but you never left me, you hold my hand and show me the way.
I see your fingerprints without any dust, your work in my life is so obvious.
Lord, I pray, that you hear my voice, spoken words in my head, by your grace, I am not dead.
So many times you've given me strength I did not have, you've given me peace when I was mad.
Author of life, King of Kings, teach me how to be a good human being, help someone else today that has even less than me.
I receive your spirit, I accept your gifts, how come it took me so long to do all of this?
If it's your will, again I pray, that you will help me Lord mend relationships.
I can't breath and single breath without your saying "yes, my child it's ok."
Heavy is the burdens I carry, please take the weight, I'll trudge through it all while I wait.
You've made me just who I am, for your glory, assured by the spirit, I do not have to worry.
I am yours and you are mine, every second of Earthly time.

I once dreamt of Heaven, castles made of gold, even in my dreams there is so much you left unshown.
Lord, grant me your holy wisdom, for I am ignorant, and lame.
I've wasted so of my life in vain, o' what a shame.
With the days I have left show me the light, continue to work in my life Lord with your mighty might.
And mite I slip, once yet again, please Lord carry me I'm a human born in sin.
In Jesus Christ name I pray, amen, and amen.
I thought I had sunk in every depth of all your parts,
It makes me sigh today with a heavy heart.

I felt nothing was left to discover,
I've failed as a friend, failed to uncover,
the untold fears,
and the unshown face
you buried for so long under that mysterious grace

You rottened under the burdening sorrow,
Was my friendship so weak, so hollow?

Was I that undeserving and off put?
Or did you think I didn't have the nerve to accept such heavy truth?

Or did you think I simply wouldn't understand?
Could all my concern be so easily forgotten, so bland?

When all you did was bleed,
You could have burst out,
instead of keeping that fake smile on, there was no need.

Why couldn't you just express it that way?
Like others would
Did you think
Even I would have disregarded you away?

Innumerable times for me you had been there,
Today I couldn't be more lonelier.

**I had always looked upto where you stood
And now I cannot connect to that friend I had
You seem to be the farthest away
Who I knew was different
In your place stands an anonymous identity under that false hood you put.
I am always there for you.
Colm Aug 2018
There is a quiet hour
       Between the mountains

When the trees are higher in the crown
       Than any expectation

And life, wildlife, lays bare beneath
       Resting at the feet of man most kind

Be it moved or unshown
       In this afternoon hour

The quiet distance covers the in-betweens
       And is found there, atop the tops
Written atop and yet between two mountains
codenameDust Jun 2016
I said: "****!,
We need a talk."
I set you down
And struggle not to drown
In your eyes
Looking at me
Engagingly
Spilling a hint
Of fear and anticipation
As you hope
Just like me
For words
Setting love free

And I confessed
As a long bore knot
untied
A tear slipped from my eye
Cause I know too
It can not be
It was too hard to bear alone
The weight of unknown
Of love unshown

I handed you my poem
You melted
And gave me a passionate kiss
A cocktail
Of butterflies
And bittersweet tears

I gave you a last intense glance
Cause I never want to forget
The way you looked that day
As I walked away
Crushy cruschy, crush, crush!
Nicole Fraser Jul 2013
He is small in size,
But his heart is wise.
I can see him in the street,
Walking with his feet.
To a destination unknown,
And a life unshown,
To all but me.

I can see in his mind,
And watch his story unwind,
One of struggle and pain,
But he recovers again.
A shy smile on his face,
And a slow walking pace.

I can feel his determination,
To move away from this cruel nation,
"One day" He reminds himself,
One day.
Kayla Jennings Nov 2014
he came at night
selfishly touching me where he shouldn't
i didn't put up a fight
because i was supposed to be asleep

he came under the full moon
night after night he made me *****
and i was too scared to move until noon
where the sun was bright and he couldn't hurt me

he came in the dark
pressing a kiss against my lips
as if he wasn't a blood lust shark
destroying what i thought love was

he came slithering through the night just to touch himself
on sunday, monday, and tuesday
and all i could hear was his panting breaths
while his hands wandered without permission

he came when she slept right next to me
sleeping through the nights i felt so alone
he ignored the scars carved onto my legs
the scars that bared my pain unshown

he left in the dawn
wiping the ***** from his fingers
for now the monster was gone
but i knew he would be back by night
Elvis okumu May 2015
Go boldly into the light
Thy book of destiny under arm
The horizon within thy sight
Go boldly into the unknown
To see sights as of yet unshown
And grasp thy pen firmly  
Spin a tale we may not forget
Answer loudly to adventures call
Sure footed that you may not slip and fall
And in every venture always stand tall
Such that lesser men to you will always crawl
Write in they book with great strokes
And leave a mark on this world
Such that they may sing of your great work
As greatness around you will always lurk
Go forth my friend fondly and steadfast
For I know we will meet again
And what a tale you will have for me then.
Yesterday
Ressillance
Today
Brilliance
Tomorrow
Unknown
Eternity
Unshown

b.m
EMPstrike Aug 2016
Social creature
Never claiming such.
With "abnormalities" un-crutched,
You've touched.

The imprints you've left are what may haunt you,
Otherwise, loneliness may overtake you.

Let them in, speak your mind
Open up, back down
It's time to hide,
And find a familiar place to confide.

A familiar mind that appears to know you.
It's all you need.
Somewhere you can open.

Now your imprints can be left without worry.
"Who was here?" Is comforting in the midst of confidants.

Now, no lonely concern of recognition
Paradoxian desires bursts minds in hiding.

To be known and unknown.
Appreciated but unshown.

Wanting anonymity.
Under guise of being idle.
Your home is exclusivity.

A social creature, intentionally untitled.
Devin Boswell Mar 2015
When I only live in my past
When my future is unknown
When my present is unshown
When my life path
Is buried with stones
When im so uncertain
What I'm supposed to be
I just do what i know
Do what i've seen
Only staying here
Because i don't know how to die
Only doing what ive seen
And surrounded by people alive
Wishing I left
Knowing im a mess
With so much stress
And no rest
It's a pain to live
It's like im consistently getting hit
Unable to get up
From this never ending hole
I'm staying alive
But i don't know my role
I look in the mirror
And don't know what ive become
So much hate
Not enough love
And one day
I realize all this stuff
I realize I've had enough
And hold the knife
In the hands of mine
But I can't make the move
Because I see my mamas eyes
And I drop the knife
And realize I have to survive
For my young ones life's
Because they did the same for mine
So another day I stay alive
Another day of pain
Another night of cry
An another day I try
To find the hope
And the rope
That'll get me out
Of the never ending hole
And realizing its about time
To put my life on forward
An off of rewind
And put on that smile
Even if its fake
No one will know the difference
Because no ones
been through the same
I move the stones Sent from devin
find my future
leave behind my past
Show my rath
Because I do what I need
And not what I've seen
Sunshine Tibod May 2018
Countless faces in front of me,
belief and trust they’ve given me,
words of wisdom they’ve evoked,
spirits of my fear they’ve convoked.

Numerous failures I have encountered,
mistakes I have committed,
cloaked my sufferings,
left unshown on my face.

Always, I question myself,
who am I to believe upon?
I am confused,
I am in doubt.
Kelsey Rhoads Feb 2019
He bought me a ring today, I collect them you see.
I think it was like a promise, a token he wants to be with me.

Then he got me a knecklace a ruby red stone
Matches my dress for prom, no one will be left unshown.

Then

Then he bought the ring.

The ring you see? It was a large diamond surrounded by little ones. You should have seen my face filled with coyness

But how did you feel you ask?

Marvously joyous..
I’m so excited to share this with you all! So today my bf bought me a necklace and this gorgeous ring with a beautiful pearl in it. Never been so happy, but the week before we were just browsing engagement rings and I had found one I like. Well today he bought it as well. I was overcome with pure honest happiness through my veins. I love him very much and I can finally say things are looking up.

If you understand, I’m sorry. Stay strong friend.
Stacy Mills Sep 2016
I saw forever in your eyes.
Then you closed them tight.
You didn't even say any goodbyes.
And that just wasn't right.
Now again I lye here lost and alone.
No strength to get on with my day.
An emptiness felt but unshown.
I never thought it would end this way.
In the realm of endless possibilities, I stand,
Yearning for a life of purpose, hand in hand,
No longer content with mere distractions,
I seek a path that ignites my passions.

I cast aside doubts, fears, and hesitation,
Determined to turn dreams into realization,
No jest or jesters in this sacred quest,
I set sail on this voyage, giving it my best.

With unwavering resolve, I take the lead,
A captain of my destiny, fueled by a fiery creed,
Aboard this vessel, I embrace the unknown,
Charting a course to a destiny yet unshown.

Through turbulent tides and stormy seas,
I navigate with courage, the wind as my keys,
The sails unfurled, catching hope's sweet gale,
As I steer towards horizons where dreams prevail.

In the voyage of life, I find my devotion,
In the pursuit of purpose, a newfound potion,
I leave behind the shores of complacency,
Embracing a future filled with audacity.

So, let the waves crash and the currents sway,
I'm determined to make it through, come what may,
For within me burns a passion, fierce and true,
A catalyst for change, a force that will breakthrough.

No more wandering lost, seeking a new start,
I've found my calling, deep within my heart,
With every beat, it whispers a hopeful plea,
"Embrace this journey, and set yourself free."

So, onward I sail, a soul reborn,
With dreams as my compass, fears torn,
For I've chosen to live, to take control,
To write a story of triumph, forever unscroll.
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
You told me you have to leave
For twelve weeks sometime in July
You knew I would be sad
You weren't expecting me to cry

I  could try to keep my greif unshown
I do not think it can be done
Because having you far away
Is like living without sun

I fear darkness will suddenly take me
I know I cannot make you understand
Hear the desperation in my voice
Take my shaking hand

I am already in this desperate state
I might as well admit
I am too weak for you to go
If you do I'll lose half my wit

I am sure my lack of sense
Is keeping you from being completely free
I know teases are well-meaning
But it feels like you are attacking me

I am hit with every careless word
You are winning, but who's keeping score?
I guess when you are gone I won't have to
Keep track of our games anymore

Wish each day would never end
But repeat in the morning anew
Or transform hours into months
So I could enjoy more time with you
Written 5-10-13
Casey May 2018
We move to big houses
And fill them with stuff
  Never thinking
   Enough is enough

The same can be said
Of our goals in life
  Work till you're dead
    Or perish in strife

How do we know
That we've reached our end
  A sign or a signal
   Or forever to mend

The peak of our life
Can never be known
  Until it's reviewed
   From some point unshown
She won’t eat sandwiches made with
Smoked cheese or a white sandwich maker
And you’ll see she’ll struggle with
Demons chaining her stomach, binding her
Yet through all the hops the takes
She’s always loved my fruit pancakes
Love is in things such as these
That no one else quite notices.

Things such as realising how
I am freeing her somehow
Without ever having known
The demons that were kept unshown.

I’ll cook her more,
Feels natural.

_M
Maybe sometimes it’s not the big things that love is found in, but in the small ways in which you love a person. In noticing how something works for them just because you are part of it, how that births gratitude in you and how that inspires an even more intentional yet natural love. Love becomes more free the more we let those little things in, and the freer it becomes, the more it eliberates us to live our best life and be our most authentic selves, for it is loved so deeply already by someone that it makes things work for them that otherwise wouldn’t. A good love will teach you to love yourself through loving another. I believe I am lucky enough to experience such a love in my life now, as I am writing this poem. And for that, I am grateful. Hope you enjoyed a bit of the poem, and to the muse of this poem, thank you, and I love you.
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
The enigma of a woman rests
  in what you’ll never know

Despite those things she gives to you,
  her secrets bide unshown

Your eyes may taste and hands might touch,
  but to herself alone

Her power worn as though a crown,
—her mystery, her throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Chris Aug 2019
A spark..
A thought..

A simple thought while hearts wane..
Apart from personal gain..

We want it..

Even though it riddles us..
With bullets of pain..

So strong yet weak..
But never unseeked..

Cupid shoots billions so how in heaven can he miss so many?

And only hit millions?

I feel alone in being alone but I'm not alone feeling lonesome on my own unknown, unshown, hidden, unspoken, and never home..

And it rips me apart.. This truth of broken hearts..

This horrible fact.. This thought..

These people torn apart..
So scared to love again..

We can't even start..
her breath

as if

an
Angel
fouNd beyond
anythinG we have known
Entertaining
Loves unshown

of
the
thrown
?




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read backwards
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include
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Haley Buckholt Jul 2019
Hiding is what I've learned to do,
I'm smiling covering up,
Everything I'm hiding from you.
I'm wearing a mask to cover my sadness,
Behind my make up, behind my smiles,
Is nothing but pure madness.
People think I'm very smart,
But what they don't is,
Everything I'm hiding in the dark.
With this mask I make them see,
Who I'm not,
But who I want to be.
Silent cry's they will never hear,
Broken sorrow,
Left with fear.
With this mask they will never know,
All my pain,
All my feelings,
I will never show.
I walk around with an empty chest,
Talking to people,
Who think they know best.
With this mask my disappearance will be unknown,
Because of all the feelings,
I've left unshown.
I wrote this some time when I was younger in my teenage years. I was very depressed and writing has always been my outlet.
Cliff Perkins Jan 2022
For fun some say
To pass the day
For reasons still unshown

To feel worthwhile
To cause a smile
To reap what went unsown

To ride the wind
To curse the grind
To perish all that’s lost

To play the game
To hide the shame
To never pay the cost

If all this rhyming makes no sense
Perhaps you’ve never known  
I have but one true audience
An audience of one
Graff1980 Jan 2020
One day ago
rays of gold
strayed from the fold
falling and following
paths unknown,
exposing things
unshown,
nourishing plant
ungrown.

Sometime
in the past
I sat back
and basked
in that
brand new light,
felt the rush
and blush
of new warmth
rising from within
ready for the sharing,
nurturing and caring
to conquer previous
shades of despairing.

Now, I am replenished.
My spirit once diminished
stands elevated and nourished
by the cherished light,
even though that glorious ray
has given way to the end of the day
and now I lay in evening shade,
I still sing its sweet praise.

— The End —