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Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
I’m left with no one to talk to,
with none to ever share
Only my blackened heart to feel,
the crouching, gray despair

I want to shout, to scream for help,
but I don’t have a voice
My soul is left in darkest void
without a single choice

The shadows whisper at my name,
they want to get along
They sing for me, and cry for me
a very woeful song

But I don’t care, I never heed
I know it’s now too late
To fix my very crippled life
And untwine my twined fate

It’s gone now, I failed all of it
I left it, I did shun
Leaving it to rot and to die
And wither cold and wan…
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Sadie S Sep 2014
I gave you my heart.
In return you broke my heart.
I handed it to you as a delicate flower.
You ran it over like a car going one hundred miles per hour.

I gave you everything.
Even my trust.
But you threw it all away for a thing called lust.

I believed every word you said to me.
Turns out it was just a lie you see.
I gave you a part of my life.
I wanted to be your wife.
Instead you just killed me everyday.
By all the harsh words you had to say.

All I want to do is pull out my aching heart
And tear it all apart.
Maybe then I could stop loving you.

I want to cry but I don't have any tears left.
I want to scream but I have no voice.
My body is numb.
This wasn't my choice.

I want to sleep
But you keep haunting me in my dreams.
I feel like I am trapped inside your scheme.

The way you look at me
Just makes me melt.
The way you say my name
Sometimes makes me forget about your little game.
The sound of your voice sends shivers down my spine.
Now I need some time to untwine.

I loved you so much but you didn't care enough.
How can I forget you?
Like you forgot about me?
How can I move on?
I am still in love with you Juan.

I want to break away from you.
I want to be free from you.
I just have to close my eyes
And wait until the pain dies.
My boyfriends name is Juan he broken my heart. The love I had for him was real but it all fell apart
Jayantee Khare Aug 2017
I  wish,
I could entwine
with you once more,
to get untwine forever...
Andrea Diaz Oct 2014
I’m not one for writing about things that are useful
Things that can shape the world
Things that can help someone get on by.

I’m not one for writing about things that are relevant
Because whenever I write
You seem to have that presence.
That kind of presence that tends to etch itself on to the letters written
That kind of presence that tends to draw itself on to paper whenever given
And I hate it.

Hate it because your existence is all I’ll ever think about
Whether I’m busy attending to my own needs
Alone with too many words screaming in my head
Or anywhere in between
Hate it because you are the only one that seems to make it right
That seems to quell the angriest of storms
That seems to bring out the sun when the clouds hide it away
That seems to continuously extend even when I’ve given up reaching
Hate it because I never loved the idea of love

You’d think with all the love poems I’ve written
About how lovely it would be to wake up to your horizon
About how lovely it would be to walk upon sandy material with sea breeze all around
About how lovely it would be with our fingers intertwined
Because we both know yours fits right in between mine
About how lovely it would be with just you and me
That I would somehow love being in love
That my heart grows fonder with every moment spent

But I don’t
Its reckless
Its Foolish
For even the wisest of people grew without a heart.
Because they knew in order to live without pain
They would wish the bonds untwine
For they do not want a “yours” and “mine”

Yet somehow in the midst of being a cold-hearted *****
You found a way to stay and not ditch.
I’m too afraid to admit how deeply in love I am
Because I’m too afraid of losing something I had no idea I had
So please,
Let me let you know,
That I’m not one to write about things that can throw a life line
About things that can get you to say “You’re mine.”
About things that can be of relevance at this time
I’m more about writing about how much of a useless romantic I’ve come to find
Starr Clark Jul 2016
A positive mind,
made to shine & untwine the fine lines of what it means to not be blind.
I have a positive mind.
I keep my spirits high
because they watch hoping to make me cry
I don't fight the pain inside
I absorb in, and let it ride.
I have a positive mind.
I know right from wrong but I make my mistakes.
I take the stake & strike the demons heart to unleash my true fate.
I am an angel, a child of God.
With much to learn but nothing to hide.
I have a positive mind.
I know life gives me trails and tribulations
But I am smart enough to know this is not my final destination,
True formation.
I have a positive mind.
To shine & untwine the fine lines of what it means to not be blind.
I have a positive mind.
Caitlin Jan 2015
I close my eyes, letting my body succumb to glorious sleep.
My mind wandered.. always making its way to you.
I subconsciously smiled, the way I do when I think of you.
Your face appeared in my mind and I began to dream..

I was dressed in a green floor length ball gown,
With pairs of dancers all around me,
I grin up at my partner, a faceless man.
When the song ends, I slowly clap for the ensemble.

I glance down at the pearl colored dance card tied to my wrist.
A slow smile comes to my face,
I realize my next two dances belong to you.

As you make your way to me,
My eyes appreciate the suit that you're wearing,
Perfectly tailored to your lean and tall body.

You bow, I curtsy.
The Maestro cues the ensemble.
As a simple three step waltz begins,
You take my hand,
and I wrap my other one around your shoulder.
Your other hand gently holds my waist.
We dance, gracefully taking command of the dance floor.

One dance ends and another starts,
As you keep your hold on me,
I'm reminded that this dance belongs to you as well.
I glance at my dance card again
And I notice that my next dance belongs
To someone I'd rather not dance with..
The same man that my father wants me to marry.

You look flustered You say, taking in my slight blush.
I am. After this dance, will you accompany me to the refreshment table? I ask, looking into your light brown eyes.
Anything, my lady. You say and my next breath seems to disappear.

The dance sadly comes to an end,
And we both clap for the orchestra.
You hold you arm out for my arm and I grasp your elbow.
A man comes up to us,
Sir Daniel and Lady Emily. He greets us.
My Lady, Did you forget that this next dance belongs to me?
He asks of me, I slowly smile at him.
Sir Caleb, I did not forget but I am feeling flustered so Sir Daniel has offered to accompany me to the refreshment table. I stated as gently as I could.
But what about our dance, My Lady? He questioned, glancing at Sir Daniel.
As soon as I feel better, I am yours to take to the dance floor, I'll even dance two with you. I state, and quickly regret my words.
Wonderful, My Lady he said and bowed, took my hand and kissed my palm, I look forward to it.
I felt you stiffen next to me as Sir Caleb kissed my palm.
Come, My Lady, and lets get you some wine. You stated.
I grasped your elbow once again and led me to the buffet.
You walked toward it and the servant poured two glasses of white wine.
You handed me one of them,
How is it possible that you look more flustered than you did a few minutes ago? You ask me.
You know why. I stated. I glanced up at you, you smiled.
Yes, I do, Would you like to get some fresh air. You said with a double meaning in your words.
Your eyes search mine, wishing, wanting me to say yes.
Gladly. I think the fresh air will do me good, especially now.
I state, earning a smile from you.

You offer me your arm and I grasp it.
You lead me toward the double doors,
That lead out to the Balcony and gardens.
A butler opens one for us, and you gesture for me to walk through.
I walk toward the end of the balcony and breath in the cool crisp air.
You follow me, and stop a little short of where I'm standing.
Tell me, My Lady, What's troubling you so? You ask me.

I turn to face you and sadly smile,
Sir Caleb, the gentlemen that was next on my dance card; Is the man that my Father wants me to marry.
You walk toward me, Have you tried to reason with him? Told him how you feel?
I laughed. Reason isn't a part of my father's vocabulary. Believe me, I've tried, But Sir Caleb is a business partner that my father wants to add on to his company. It's never a matter of love for him.
You sadly smiled and said, What about your parents? They are clearly in love. Wouldn't your mother be in object to this?
No, actually. My Mother was a product of an arranged marriage too, She just fell in love eventually.
Oh, But I won't fall in love with Sir Caleb, I cant!
I cry.
Come with me, I don't want to attract any more attention. You whisper in my ear, and you lead me down to the steps that lead down to the garden and to a bench, far enough away from the party still inside.

Now tell me, mademoiselle, Why you simply cannot marry, this Caleb? He seeming alright when I met him in the ballroom.
I though about the question You just asked.
How do I go about answering that?
I..I just know I cant. For...
For what? You urged.
For I'm in love with someone else. I said, panicking.  
You stiffen again, beside me.
Well, whoever it is, I swear, they better treat you right, Or they will regret it.  
You said those words with such conviction, that my heart welled up with even more love than I thought humanly possible.
That would a little bit strange I said, knowing that I couldn't turn back now.
I reached for your hand and grasped it.
You looked down at our intertwined hands and glance at me
Your eyes search mine as you slowly fit the pieces together.
You open your mouth to say something and change your mind and close it again.
You eyes continue to search mine while your other hand reaches up to grasp my cheek.
My dear Emily, I've dreamed of this day, where I could finally hold you.
Daniel, so have I.
And with that confession, you slanted your lips on mine. I reached up with my other hand and ran it through your brown hair.
I closed my eyes as the joy of kissing you runs down my body.
Your hand grazes my cheek, and slowly moves down to my neck. you grasp my neck as if you never want to end the kiss.
We pull apart only because we need to breath.
If we hadn't needed to breath, we would have never stopped.
I look at you, Your breathing hard, just like I am.
I pull you back toward me, this time it's me controlling the kiss.
Although, You fight me for dominance.
I know I should have thought of the possibility of being caught, of being thrown out of society.
But the only thought that was in my mind, was that I'm finally kissing you , and that know that I have You, I'm not letting you go.
You move your hand down to my waist and I untwine our hands to move mine to your neck and my other one down your broad chest.
You moan and hold me tighter to you.
You bite my lip and I gasp, allowing you to slip your tongue in my mouth, and if I thought that that kissing you was pleasure enough the feeling of your tongue on mine, was exhilarating.
Your hand starts to make swirls on my lower back and the pure sensation of it all is more than I can handle.
I regretfully pulled away.
You look down at me and smile.
Your lips are swollen, but why'd you pull back?
Because if I didn't we wouldn't have been able to stop, and you might have needed to marry me to protect my reputation. I smiled.
That wouldn't have been a problem
Those words hit me at my core and I swear my heart stopped beating.
Does that mean that you feel the same way I do? That I'm not dreaming this?
If anything,  My Emily, I love you more than the heart possible can.
And I love you to the moon and back, from infinity and beyond.
You kissed me again.

And with that, I woke up. My alarm clock blaring in my ear.
I groan, wanting to return to dreamland, where you'd finally be mine.
But, alas, I must enter reality where I must go back to simply being your shadow and being invisible.
I sigh, and close my eyes allowing myself a few more minutes in dreamland.
Not what I normally write but the idea just came to me. and then I couldn't stop writing. Hope you like it.
Carmelo Antone Apr 2012
Twenty-three and coming from my teens
I’ve developed along already categorized genes,
By those who think they know me,
When I’m only twenty-three with a molding mentality

I was once vicariously raised through parentally guided means
Socially slit by those that promised me prosperity if I was studious,

Taught the importance of individuality,
Yet forced to be obedient
Then indoctrinated with an educator’s prescription,
An addiction they picked up in a higher institution

I’m finding it hard to follow your lead, when you found nourishment in my youthful innocence,

Socially stitched through generationally fostered fixes
Notions that you could promise me providence,
I’ve been cradled in a crib riddled with termites

Time shows little sympathy for those who have yet to comprehend the promise of a six foot end,

Yet you trained me to believe you didn’t domesticate me
Despite being conceived in a place I was not well received,
You taught the importance of obedience
Yet I’m finding it hard to accept your ancestral credence,

When this place has been passed along bloodlines,
When my generationally guided grandparents' felt the final close of their eyes,
And left me a world pieced together by both atrocities and glimpses of humanity

I’m finding it hard to speak in a world with such narcissistic sympathies of the traditionally raised

Yet I’m socially sutured by the fact that I still breathe,
While being born in a place that once found stability through a slave trade,
A middle passage that led to a devious democracy
I’m so grateful we can mend what barbarians once began,

I’ve had time to age, enough to take the reins,

Though before we build our shrines of this age,
You can still pray for something beyond the grave,
Yet never forget how we've been stranded, left here to continue, or to fray,
To humanize a species that earth derived,
Or to let the braids of life untwine and give way,  
During our generations' stay.
Please Enjoy
Poem can also be found on: http://mantone.net/
Content copyright 2011-2012. Matthew Charles Antone. All rights reserved.
Comments: mca@mantone.net
Ashley Day May 2013
Frayed after many rains
the knotted rope struggles to hold its own
like a wilted fern before the first frost

subdued but predictable
veined designs trace the cloned leaves
drawing the complicated rails of
Manhattan’s underground

Hugging closely woven for warmth
dried leaves untwine. Released.
Driven by a light breeze
like tendrils sun kissed on a May vine

Curled up at setting of the sun
Mortared avocado green

The fern resilient but serene
Lori Carlson Jan 2011
I work with knots,
loosen ends from ends,
careful not to snag
or break fragile cords,
intricate tangles of silken affairs.
But the ends unravel
as I release tension,
and I find myself knotting the ends again.
Over and over, I bind and unbind,
until the cycle lashes out
like a madwoman in desperate straits.
I want to write the wrongs, right them,
straighten them into one long, lengthy rope,
then try my luck again.
Find strands that won't untwine;
create the perfect notaffair.
©2K11, Lori Carlson
i s a b e l l a Jan 2016
You always find a way back.
You're light as a feather and your touch
is barely noticeable,
but then I feel every thread untwine,
I feel it drape over me like the heaviest curtain in the world.
I'm stuck
and I can't breathe.
I can't lift this curtain off of me.
I can't move
and I don't want to move.
I used to fly with the birds -
I used to be light as a feather.
but now there's rain plummeting
from the sky and drenching me,
making me heavy as a curtain.
You always find a way back.
Alexander Doss Apr 2013
Standing,
in the fading sun
beneath the early
stars and the
yellow lamps
that light one by one.

Geese bear witness
As they waddle past on
Tiny orange feet,
As our hearts untwine
Under the
Misty blue sky.

Your supple mouth
Pinches tightly shut
As you lower your eyes
To the ground.

Lifting the lace high up
Over your head you
Go off to be a bride.
Evans Sep 2017
Gulls, gannets brooding
vying for plankton
Acrobatic flights, flappings
Swarm the blue
Chirping, tweeting another
To lave the silvery sea.

Impishly unclad moppets
Running and frolicking,
Some helping their
Fishermen father untwine nets
The evening venture their chaste aim.

Over the horizon
Is the Yellow Face
Lustring like a
Gigantique Bohemian Chandelier
Lapping on the repose waters.


Someday when am ripe and mellow
With means to own a crew
I will sail up that mulky horizon
And touch that glowing cosmic disc.

But mater says
"The horizon doesn't end"
"It goes in league miles"
"Even when a yore mile is sailed"
"It's unattainable, puerile and trifling" She'd opine.

Only these chiding words of hers
I never take for a dime,
I will engage in my venture
I will stand to be corrected.

This is my only demure dream
I will endeavour and suckle her
I wouldn't want an elegiac ending
In this beach I've known for eon.
A piece for anybody who holds dream of sailing the world over.
Amtul Hajra May 2019
It must hurt
To finally know,
What i contained.
-All the time that i thought you'll comprehend.-

You ask for forgiveness
from the paleness
that you've caused
and ofcourse you wouldn't know
as we were paused.

We're in flames of carmine,
Watching our souls untwine.
And a woeful combat
Between both
Of our demons,
Detached.

It must surely trigger,
Realising: the damages get bigger.
and I was a beautiful cave
for which you were allowed to pave in, your own path.

You dab,
An amount of prestige
Onto your personality.
Splashing all the,
Insignificance over my
Unattended morality.

I've taken too,
Too much of heart;
Too much of soul.
As i give up blood,
I'm musing over you
(Maybe) a last time.

I must alter my actions,
And turn them to you.
now that we're done
I let you live as a slave
cause the ashes that are deep buried,
the flames that burn with screams
often unheard
may seem to be easily blown off
but it won't
it's wrath.

Lastly here i am,
Reconciling my words to you;
Putting them together
In and out of place.
The last breath i take (in your name):
Your honor, i rest my case.
Drew Renquest Mar 2014
These two paths
Both mostly lit by other's lanterns.
Echoing with hisses of different answers.
Heart battle loyalty
  Where do I truly lie?
  Which hand do I untwine?
Clock ticks, licks lips, sparing for solid words. I sit and ponder with my own lantern: dim and rusted. Staring into the flame I see the glisten. Ahead the path, these light coming back. What am I to do? What do I say? This is the end oh dear loved one. I have chosen hand over name.
Oh darling.
Oh darling!
Help knot this noose.
Spill out the contractors spindled spew.

My leash is as tethered as my thoughts.
Kick the stool angled foot
Remove tension,
don't slack.

I've decided I just don't want to keep my thoughts inside.
They aren't always sane,
but have tendencies to seek the "in."

My departure welcomes the cold and bitter.
As the winter.
To which the tree holds the sight of.
Chlorophyll picked away from leaves
to fulfill a coming life.
I will restore the color back in the splintered rings held inside.

This withered branch; my neck.
Ready to untwine
From burdening weight balanced on my spine.
SNAP!

Fingers snap to my fall.
4 counts per measure
Each conducted with quietus posture.
A contortionist to the meaning of nurture.

Oh you
Oh darling
Oh me, oh my.
Hanging from this tree oh why says I.

Do I have to die?
Oh right,
NO! Wrong let's lie in light.

That tree giving color,
given hope.
Painted again by my deaths brush stroke.

What I thought would be so warm and welcoming...
Is only what I had before...
Nothing.
The tree dies as life comes.
The tree comes to life as one dies.
Mark Lecuona Dec 2017
How clever must I be
First I must untwine
The heart from the mind
Then I will speak plainly
And not in rhyme
You won’t know what
There won’t be a sign
It will only be a feeling
You’ll be happy this time

I don’t need toys anymore
Not if they cost money
That’s not important to me
Not like it was before
I can only see what is free
The way I think of you
Easing the pain you see
If I could make you notice
The sand cannot be the sea

She tried to ignore me
But maybe not
That’s what desire thought
I imagine what I can’t see
It’s not what can be bought
Not what had cause to weep
What life finally taught
Was how alone fear can be
If my heart says it cannot
Purple Rain Oct 2015
Trapped by the Devils touch
Blinded in all the lights,
Surrounded in all these lies,
I think the Devils calling me
Good bye...

Aim for not the visions
but the real parts of me
Aiming for what is real
and not distorting me

Blank pages,
Wrapped around my unmade mind
what kind of world do I live
Where I Should be able to untwine my mind
past the Devils lies
Because he didn't enclose me for centuries,
stand me alone in this cold cell
not knowing my own path,
was going be hell

Stuck in denial that my own spirit
was gonna to be taken
For My family,
Their going to be left vacant
The Devil was going to leave me to be unfound
Leaving my missing body naked
Kaye B Anderson Dec 2014
Two souls entwined,
lost in words,
lost in time.

Time lost, through two souls,
as words are lost,
as souls untwine.
René Mutumé Jul 2013
we all know it.
we all have differing amounts of it.
we’re all doing the same cha cha cha!
we’re walkin through a waterfall, and we all at grab the same things
on the other side
we reach for each other and hold our arms up like victors
as our horses bleed
the horses being wednesday and saturday
they are the times we have left of our beds needing many more hours
with our loved ones
and knowing that the street is not as us
yet, unable to stop moving
we get one snap in the eye of it all to say it all-
and hell
maybe that helps
maybe the heaped stimulus of work has it’s time now
to give us that hammer we need
to know that our lives are numbered by irriversible clocks
that untwine in the furtherness of how we will be
so for now
we are given an untidy space, with a number
to say what we mean
before
we’re driven away.
Jason Drury Oct 2018
Those words,
grow suddenly like thorn weeds.
Without warning,
they spread wide.
Reaching and choking,
reality to death.
It's a chemical reaction,
like chlorophyll to plants.

Blinded by vines,
that are fed by her light.
Thorns of memories,
dig deep until you bleed happiness.

It's perfectly overgrown,
10 years of blissful growth.
How enchanting,
to wither with you.
Sow our seeds,
and live.

We’ve suffered,
intimate drought,
periods of stunted growth,
dark days with no light.
We began to untwine,
then climb to seek a different light.

That day was our garden calamity,
You no longer fed me your light,
Or Nourished my roots.
You uprooted,
you...left...me.
Ananya Bansiwal Dec 2018
And there she sat in silence
embedded with folds of loneliness
amidst terrible despair
and ear shattering silence
in a hope that somebody would come
who could possibly
untwine those folds
replacing the cold with his warmth
Saint Audrey Mar 2017
Take my hand
step in time
I am sure it'll turn out fine
just let the current untwine your mind

Every single step takes you closer and closer
With every single breath, you find yourself shoulder to shoulder
with Enimes and friends
With out the evil intent
I guess the stars aligned
And all we say are
we are all the same, in the end

Someone spots you
A jesture or smile
Its been a while, why not smile back?
Some peice of mind might finally come through
I think we both need a bit of good

Trust me, i know the game we're playing
A razor quite thin, the head of a pin
But balancing comes as second nature
Tomorrow we'll still have our chance to win

The lights light faces and faces light
Everyone is one tonight
Crack a smile its been a while
we've got the might
Not to mention will
to take something and dispite
hatred bleeding though
manage ourselves a lovely night

The colors of the glass
Surrounding little suns
Stain our hearts bright shades
We need to let the pain
Wash away

The irony is lost on me
But thats just the way i like it
ignorance is dangerous
but i think you should try it
Hatred fuels this night
But thats alright by me
I dont think ive ever felt so completely free

Venom drips from every cobble
on every corner
of every street
But i think you can do us both a favor
And turn your head as our hearts beat
Intermingled with the rythm
Love and trust the ones you meet

Just for the night
Its all alright
The first part of a story i wrote a while back. Thought it could use a poetic rewrite.
jigyasa Nov 2015
He worked quite precariously
Plucking, unthreading, tearing
Until the sheer glimmer dimmed

The needle bobbed with rhythm
As he'd untwine multitudinous threads
And mercilessly string them along

Patterns so intricate yet so flawed
The carnal ambivalence stitched
In the lush red silk

Yet tailor beware
As your patterns removed the seams
Of a work so beautiful
That you left remorselessly
In tatters.
David Betten Oct 2016
CORTÉS
            Trailblazing pioneers, God’s harbingers:
            The shining daylight of the Renaissance
            Now swiftly dissipates the blindfold gloom
            Of this benighted, dark, and iron age.
            And as this dawn of culture greets the globe,
            Our own Castile, of all the hosts of Europe,
            Emerges as its greatest modern power.
            If we receive the bounty of these lands,
            So must we bear our duty to convert,
            And shall redeem these hell-bound debutantes.
            Coincidence?- That as the graceless Moors
            Were drubbed and shunted from our Christian sands,
            And in the very year our spiring cross
            Eclipsed that toenail paring of a moon-
            That new horizons opened in the west?
            Do you not feel, my fresh adventurers,
            That you are precious to the Lord, and chosen?
            Strike sail!                                                          E­xit.
              
ALVARADO                  You heard the captain. Up and at ‘em.
            You porters, lash the tents to tame these winds.
            The horsemen will untwine the provender.             Exit Garrido.

SANDOVAL
            The women must find tinder, turf, and fuel.
            The sun is down. We race against the dusk.           Exit María.

ESCUDERO
            These heavy, gathering clouds have opened up,
            And threaten to bestow unwanted gifts.

DÍAZ
            It is the cyclone season out at sea.

SANDOVAL
            Such scuddy weather bodes a sudden turn.

ALVARADO
            Let’s hustle then to fumble up a camp,
            And save our “oo-” and “ahh”ing for the dawn.
                                                           ­                           Exit all but Olmedo.
OLMEDO
            Thus shall the ardent lights of Europe come,
            And pour upon these newfound neophytes.
            But will they be enlightening Catholic lamps,
            Or a consuming fire to destroy them?                     *Exit.
From my play in verse, http://thefloralwar.com
Mattrick Patrick Nov 2014
Give yourself a thought or thrice,
              For the life you had was paradise:
           Your youth, whence lies were but notions sin,
                And sin was but a notions din.
            Be not the years you’d lived before,
               Stead be ye whose heart is bore
           Of the day and the night whence dreams are forged.
         Be the phoenix from such ashen, gorged.
          I say: live thy life, yet be not your child-self adorned,
   For thy life’s-color may be scarlet-beauty, scorned.
              Entangled so, let thoughts untwine
                 Thy memories of pain and pine.
        For love will come on the whispering mire
           Whose call is lost to the listening liar.
Julian Caleb Oct 2018
As I lay silently onto this room –
A dulcet wistful moment comes to mind,
Over a love I can’t depart behind.

‘Twas a spot where it used to be my home,
Those old priceless times where I always roam.

A glimpse of your face so beauteous and kind,
Love unequaled and never will I find.

I evoke those restless nights in my room,
And to think of your fairness endlessly.

No matter how the years elapsed and untwine,
Still, I reminisced and loved your beauty.

Just your name! My heart reacts in a bind!

This poem’s made to refresh your memory,
To ease the solitude, and unwind.
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Nothing is not something to be.
Broke & unemployed, for a year that was me.
Any friend who cares can see.
A mutual connection to give that part of me.
I envision a stable happiness of harmony.
A peace that is free.
A trusting love that's true that is he.
Big hearts & thoughtful minds that is we.
No secrets to find, no mysteries to untwine.
No regrets to rewind.
No promises to bind.
Nothing to hide.
Open book. Open wide.
A friend to confess & confide.
A journey & path to guide.
Prayers answered.
Whispered desires.
Untamed flames & passionate fires.
No untold lies.
Friends money can't buy.
No unanswered Questions of why.
No broken hearts that cry.
All that is true & fair.
Nothing pursued or dared.
Someone real to care.
A meaningful stare.
A loving heart, an honest feeling, a true passion.
A faithful promise.
A heart felt respect.
No one needs to correct.
An erased debt.
A winning bet. A reunion met. A commitment to get. A destiny & fate to let. A loving loyal pet. A plan to set.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Lemonade Jun 2018
There's this guy I call my best friend,
He is sweet and sound.
Yes, we complete each other's sentences.
Calling him just a 'friend' would be a disgrace.
He is more of a diary for me.
Deliberately, he listens to my pointless thoughts
with his stillness, softly pardoning me,
connecting the dots,
he smoothly stirs my soul with indulgence.
letting our smiles exchange their scents.
Yes, I know he does his job too perfectly.
You would say he is just a fantasy,
right?
But trust me, he holds true.

There's this guy I call my best friend,
My constant companion,
he helps me untangle my obstructions,
just the way you untwine your hair,
and let it spare.
He is like coffee,
in the mornings that aren't glee.
His eyes proclaiming that it's a good day alee,
as that smile reaches his ears,
letting my heart sing a happy song,
all day long.

There's this guy I call my best friend,
Some of you may think, this is again someone friend zoned.
But no, this is someone I have owned.
He is more of a family to me,
who never lets down to me.
He touches like a happy pill,
he is the Jack to my Jill.
He is more than just a poem to me.
I hope, together we blaze,
forever and always.
Pdub Sep 2014
The beauty you seep, it comes from the
Cracks and Crevices of the wandering soul within.

I untwine you.
You know this to be true.

There isn't a piece of you that can deny
The Earth or the Sky
of the Love you expose--
through the Cracks and the Holes.

Continue on, I'll come along,
Or see you one day//
Though I'm sure you'll evade.
Poetic T Oct 2017
Where petals where collected
                                      in formation,
now do the intricate twines of
                       entanglement untwine.

Beauty now becomes weathered.
A hurricane of motions
                                    now segregate
what was contoured in perfection.

But when a flower wilts its petals
                                  fall nosily...
And all we hear is caustic silence..
for when a life is like a blade it
cuts deeper than any life... silence.
abs Feb 2016
Baby come and find the grace
Just in case you loose the truth
You are my one and only flying dove
That's sores across the mountains high above
You are my one and only hearts true love
That rockets to the moon
You are my one and only beautiful truth
That I know can be slightly uncouth
You are my one and only willow tree
That I know was meant to be,
mine,
For you are mine,
So divine,
And nothing could untwine my love for you,
You,
You,
My heart is set on you,
You,
You.
hsyclara Jun 2019
before a rope becomes completely cut
those delicate shreds of strings twirled to embrace in union
untwist and gradually untwine
ever so gradually
but know they will separate one day

and once it's cut it can't be undone
the rope itself can be taped or glued
for external fix
but the shreds of strings that absolute its primal state
thousands and thousands of tiniest fractions that bridge the rope
will forever struggle to find its individual continuation
will forever have lost its other half
gray ivan May 2019
Time always ticking
A trip triple tricking
The thinker’s talent telling
Told trust in their wits
A tad foretold in tableaux
Tot tot tin buckets in tams
Take out and talkative
Go tick tick tick tick
Trick the topography
Turn up the top town
To take a tent
Try truly hard
But tend to be tardy
Tagline and cosine
And untwine and the
capital of Lichtenstein?
And whatever else you can find
To taint the trees with
telemarketing
Watch the tardigrades
Trek through lichen and tailwater
Taradiddle my fiddle and
Trick the ticking time
Just for funnn
Abi Feb 2018
Sunny sunshine beams
Flatter splatter birds in air
Fresh breeze blowing
From the west to east
Perfect day for a picnic
Enjoying life without stress
Lay back and relax
Let go of all care
No time to waste
*** all day we have fun

Darker days i've seen
Crows circling above
All still with no motion
From the east to west
Perfect day to be detached
Living on with stress
Stay up and ponder
Take in all and untwine
All day in thoughts
Everyday is a new wound

I'm okay i'm fine
Just say that with a smile
They won't notice
Should i tell someone
No,they won't understand
They will laugh at me
It's all to be said
With no hope for egress
Conceal and don't show
Be good as you have to be.
:-)....Frozen reference....;-)
Eduardo10 Nov 2019
We live & learn
Bridges burn
We can’t untwine
The tapes of time
As life goes on
We all move along
No cuts or edits
Everything is captured
By your eyes
As others record
Their days in time
Brandt Hott Nov 2017
Hello there in the silence I can't seem to hear your voice
as though it somehow could untwine our grievances
and leave me with a reason to stop lieing
at least hope is not for sale

I still see you in that moment when you looked to me
and now instead you look everywhere else
as if somehow there could be vengance
for what we couldnt control

Maybe there is a reason in our struggles that makes us
the better of one or the worst of another wanderer
if still I could somehow solve this riddle
then could I see you again?

Hello again though perhaps my words are now lost in
the abyss of time that left us somewhere behind
I can still at least remember to reach for you
even if in the end my grasp returns empty

My heart still clings to the love it holds in wait
with the desire to find you in time once again
For that much I know, will never end
Even if we never could begin
Omar Luna Nov 2017
#2
After all the things

We talked about

All the memories

I could live without

Searching for the finish line

Our hearts bleed

As we untwine
Neither win
Diangelo Tyler Mar 2018
I have dreams to chase
So I constantly hustle
As I chase those dreams
I’m being chased by the struggle
Once caught it’s hard to untwine
So I keep my head on a swivel
And my feet moving at all times
Dreams in my scope
Feet on the ground
The look of determination
Disguised as a frown
With every step I get stronger
My endurance builds up
As the chase gets longer
I refuse to let struggle catch up
Dreams are allusive
But I’m closing in
Once I catch them
The fun begins

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