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duane hall Jan 29
As I slowly fall into the grip of mezzo consciousness
Your face emerges from the mist
A face this beautiful I shall never forget
Nor will I ever forget your beautiful silhouette
Is it really you, how can this be?
Last time I saw you,  you were wild and free
In the meadows we  used to run
Or Is this just an  illusion
You reach out your hand and we slowly caress
Your tongue explores my mouth's  inner recess
I slowly survey the curve of your lingerie
You leave me speechless, you take my breath away
Oh my god what's that horrible sound?
I open my eyes to find myself earthbound
I slowly turn over to silence the alarm
****, it was just a dream, I'm back on the farm.



The woods are damp
The wings are heavy

The fire is still burning
The bird is still in flight

My illumination is yours
Your sky is mine
My earth is yours
Your flame is mine

Our path still leads to one-another

Thoughts of 'NOW'
Possibilities of "Tomorrow"
Forgetfulness of "Yesterday"
Will burns us alive

Let our tears flow
Let our prayers seek us

Let not those drops blur our
Visions that seeks us

The earth is drenched in sorrow
Let despair not cloud our rains

If we leave our root of LOVE
Birth & death will haunt us forever

If we leave each other in disarray
The sun will loose its horizon

Melodies of our LOVE-songs are eternal

Let us Unlock our LOVE gates
And Utter those "ILU"z




Mena Mulugeta Mar 2018
Love that
She's older now.
Shes more clever things don't seem
to utter. She would shatter you with a bit of her consciousness while she scortches you with her intelligence.
She is the definition of sparkle something that you constructed.
The destruction you once have started no longer exists. I displayed out loud I'm no longer your bih I'm out.
You've taught me to love myself thank you.
Gerry James Aug 2018
I just sit and gaze,
And watch my walls burn in a blaze,
As I become captive to her eyes,
I see my darkest dreams

But I take a glance
In thought that I have a fleeting chance
Of escaping from her,
Not yet, it seems.

I fall to my knees
And I utter my pleas,
But she just smiles,
In the darkness, her smile gleams.

My demons scream and yell,
But it's no use,
Coz I’m under her spell.
This is crazy man what's going on? I ain't ever felt this way before
Lizzy Apr 2015
I say I live as a burden,
My mouth sealed shut.
So that I may not utter the words,
Of my weighted thoughts.

These truths weigh a ton,
And I've far too many for just one head.
For even mine.
My head bobs to my shoulder,
Weakened necks can't hold this.

Now I'm shaking,
Trembling.
Because I gave you the rocks,
The stones that broke my neck.
And you are fading,
Drifting all at once.

Give me your boulders,
And we will be even.
Give me your mountains,
So I can rest easy.

My burdenous brain
Broken neck
Heavy thoughts

I never meant to break your neck too
M Solav Sep 2018
There are clouds of sound and noise
That utter thoughts in a muffled voice,
Gestures of hands simply won’t cast out
Cloudy skies in days of doubt.

Like strangers lost in a crowd
Whose cries are buried by the loud,
The loud din of helpless wanderers
Whose presence disrupts and disturbs.

All strangers left on their own,
Islands floating out in the fog;
Orphans with cruel fates to bemoan;
Fates that are swept under the rug.

And who's looking with interest, who reaches down with an arm,
Never so eager to help, neither too late nor too soon?
Who would make this world perhaps a little more warm
And freshen the skies of our cloudy afternoon?
Written on December, 2017.
His eyes spoke profoundly what his lips couldn't utter.
©Sonia Ettyang
multi sumus Aug 2018
From the darkness came a voice "For what has brought you here!?"

Full of fear and still weak from her journey she replied "Love"

"And from where shall this be found!?"

With trembling lips and softened tongue she answered, "in you"

   "Pray! Speak thy name!" The shadow bellowed shaking the ground beneath her.

"Elizabeth!" she cried "And by what name shall ye be called?!"

"It is by many names We are known, none of which are you found worthy to utter!"

Although terrified at what may be revealed she still screamed out
"Then show yourself demon!"

"Hahaha...demon, you know not of what you speak, We serve no lord nor master, it is they that looks to
Us"
AnxiousOcean Apr 2017
Flowers breathe and wilt through you
Rainbows envy the tint you go through
Even night was lost in your eyes
Depths of ocean were drowned as you rise
Cannot utter what you really think
Eh?
Lucidly, a vast mystery.
Just an ordinary poem for someone.
Listening doesn't always mean understanding
- Listening could mean getting lost in your own thought of tranquility
- Or even your own devastational whir
- Listening doesn't have to be with your ears
- Just the exhaustion of emptiness that outlines your skull;
- Or even the numbness that conquers every length from spine to external excellence of your mind;
- Gliding from one emotion to another could be the loudest transaction without making a single clamor;
- Listening doesn't always mean understanding
- But the utter perplexity of ones thoughts drowning in the sound of nothingness.
By Macee L
Bella Jul 2018
Sometimes I get stuck in this state of Darkness
where my eyes can see
but it's like my head is just pitch black
and I almost wish I couldn't see anything,
like I wish I could just curl myself into a ball so tightly that I disappear from space for a while

sometimes I get stuck in this space
and I feel like my tears and my thoughts
are climbing up my esophagus and clogging my throat
blocking my airway
suffocating me from the inside

maybe I never told you I was depressed because who wants to relive that moment
that choking hazard moment of cotton ***** in my throat

maybe I never told you I was depressed because there are no words I can use to describe it that don't transform themselves into their meanings
that don't take over my mind
crawl through my head like little worms
eating away at my brain
my thoughts
my skin

have you ever thought of a traumatic experience and then felt those events happening again
felt the dark hole of life-threatening-trauma attack your mind
Shiver through your body
like it was a demon you let in through a memory-
through a word

maybe I didn't tell you I was depressed
because I wasn't strong enough
my depression fills me to the brim
fills my head and my chest
my arms and my fingers
I can feel it moving through my body
I can feel it expanding and engulfing everything inside of me
every last vein, nerve, *****, and tissue
how can you expect me to have the energy to fight
how can you expect me to have the energy to pick up the phone
to open my mouth
how can you expect me to have energy-to have the courage to utter the words of how I feel
I feel so worthless
in those moments I feel like there's this black whole inside me and it's consuming everything
it's taking everything but my skin
and it disgusts me

can you imagine the feeling,
having something so utterly repulsive on your skin you had to scrape it off immediately
It felt like you needed to be cleansed
like you needed a shower
take that feeling
now imagine it being under your skin
imagine, every muscle ***** vein nerve every cell in your body underneath your epidermis disgusts you
imagine all you wanted to do was to
GET
IT
OFF
and you can't
no matter how hard you try
you can't scrape it off
you can't claw It off

imagine you're scared of spiders
now imagine you're covered in spiders
and someone's holding down your arms
so you can't get them off
imagine them walking on your skin
in your mouth
crawling on your open eyes
in your ears
you're cringing at your own skin
You can feel them going down your throat
Their disgusting tickle in your stomach
in every crevice of your body
their tunneling under your skin
and you can't get them off
what are you supposed to do
but cry
My best friend's mom who doesn't believe in depression asked why I never told her I was depressed...
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
The scarceness of truth and beauty of this life
has ****** me dry of breath
Its ugliness has risen to try our hearts,
filling us with a blackness too awful to utter.

Love and goodness have been banned along with God,
blown away like chaff in the wind.
How many cheeks to turn?
How many cheeks to turn?

Into my soul their blackness creeps
giving voice to the cry within.  
Pack wolves wait for signs of weakness as scarlet billows
cloud the waters of small town America.

Have we forgotten kindness and humanity?  
They’ve been flushed down the toilet of
public education.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
Angelina Aug 2016
How do I put it?
Well...
Your eyes
Emeralds
Crystal clear emeralds shielding utter mystery
Words...words...words
I'm trying to find the words
To compete with your beauty
Bear with me for a while
Delights reflecting the sun rays
Incompetent habits of mine trying to serenade
Everything you've ever planted inside of me
Reciprocate the unlikeliness of your sympathy
Can't you see?
Oceanic pearls hidden under the sea
Driven wonders of destiny
I'm talking to you
No no,
The magnitude of astrology couldn't put into words
Your dazzling pair of stars glazing elegance  
Can't you see?
How you blind me...
David R Oct 2018
Veiled in lies, the snake lies waiting,
Venom'd fangs, jaws dilating,
Salivating, watching, baiting,
Sure to pounce, mutilating.

With forked tongue, she paints my heart black,
Drips her poison into my kidneys,
Sinks her talons into my bare back,
Cuts raw innocence to jagged pieces.

My name is silence, my job to suffer,
Make no sound, nor word utter,
Though the dragon spits forth fire,
George shall guard himself from ire.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
The black hole of love looms in space and time
to ***** one in, crushing to nothingness.
You’ve kept me among the stars where you left me
beyond my comprehension.

Stuck in this blackness of utter desolation
pulled in by love’s gravity
Left with nothing, being nothing
as was my whole life with you.

Escape is futile, beyond the laws of every known force.
My only hope, is a new dimension without you.
Where darkness can find me no more;
where light and promise are no longer a lie.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
Q Dec 2016
Don't make me do this
Don't make me hate you
Don't make me feel guilty
Don't say I didn't warn you*

I didn't make you do anything
You absurd impossibility
I didn't prompt your threats
Stop blaming me for your insecurity

That's it I've had enough
You're dripping with toxins
An utter waste of dialogue
I'm done.
Tommy Randell Aug 2017
I want to speak in couplets for a day
Shaping beforehand what I have to say

Not to utter words without rehearsal
Blindly squirting thoughts into dispersal

It seems old fashioned to your ears no doubt
Like bedtime books you used to read out loud

Rupert the Bear perhaps or Dr Seuss?
Too contrived, too quaint, of very little use?

But think a moment, take your time to hear
What magic couplets make inside the ear

I'm starting with a Facebook Rhyming Day
Hoping at least my Friends will play the game

Some I'm sure will even match my verses
Some I'm sure will even catch my urges

Death to prose and its simplifications
Extermination Extermination

A lexis of war upon the Nation
Decasyllabic Versification

Tommy Randell 02nd August 2017
Adron E Dozat Mar 2015
Someday
You will stare
Deep
Into that empty night of
Loneliness,
And your heart will
Utter
The same sad questions
That we all ask.
But,
You will never need
To ask,
"Will no one ever care."
And don't even
Wonder,
"Will someone adore me.".
Don't ever
Question,
"Will someone value me."
No,
You need never
Say
Such things-
For there will always be
Me.
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