You, Yourself
delanee
Forum Posts: 27
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 13th May 2019Forum Posts: 27
Rhyme of Betrayal
the chaos in my calm
the stirring in my quiet
the confusion in my evident
all applied
because you lied
leaving me tongue-tied
I hope you still taste the tears I cried
the stirring in my quiet
the confusion in my evident
all applied
because you lied
leaving me tongue-tied
I hope you still taste the tears I cried
Written by delanee
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
Forum Posts: 86
WOLF BAY33
Tyrant of Words
18
Joined 3rd Apr 2019 Forum Posts: 86
PASSAGE OF LIFE
From my heart I open the depth of my mind but from my soul I release my inner spirit as I open the doors to the stairway to the silents of my darkness of who and what I am as a man, but yet from my visions that became images taken from the pages of my lifetime they became my trails and tribulations the real lessons we sometimes have to learn from life but yet from my eyes was the hurt and pain which some came from love and some came from lessons learned from the devils in human skin. But as the feelings became lesser to feel the unseen tears that once fell down my face slowly healed with the passing of time but as I journey travel and walk through the passage of life with its storms that comes with life I not ask question the most highest spiritual soul, as I know he will always be there walking beside me as I walk through the storms with my faith and my trust for he will give me the courage and the strength to stand and walk as a man of skin flesh and blood as a man who has become unchanged because through him I gain my faith and trust.
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(WOLF BAY33)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Forum Posts: 5134
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
In the Time of Fires
The three Furies never kept me guessing;
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Every year, the protocols of dressing:
Always the same place, the same time.
The almanac predictions you’d swear by,
The ice age that nobody felt.
We knew the sun had gone cold in the sky,
Then one day things started to melt.
And although the seas rose ever higher,
The floods and the runoffs, but worse.
One day came an ominous town cryer
Who speaks of a harbinger thirst.
To write the unspoken is biblical,
For it’s all scribed in the past tense.
Return of the plagues started long ago;
I’ve no words to say in defense.
The three Furies never kept me guessing;
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Nothing compares to betrayal’s blessing
When faced with white ash from on high.
The time of fires, the time of widows,
Brings first responders to their knees.
A host of arches of stained glass windows
That once was a forest of trees.
Comes a relay of planes with their airdrops,
This time it’s the difference they make.
Hardly seen as they look for the hotspots,
Consumes everything in their wake.
In the distant red smoke-filled horizon,
The empty frames on empty sites.
A bright flare up, they seem on an island;
It looks like will be a long night.
The time of fires, the time of ruin
That now has a life unending.
Of an ember that sparks as it blew in
From another pyre ascending.
#ArthurRimbaud
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Every year, the protocols of dressing:
Always the same place, the same time.
The almanac predictions you’d swear by,
The ice age that nobody felt.
We knew the sun had gone cold in the sky,
Then one day things started to melt.
And although the seas rose ever higher,
The floods and the runoffs, but worse.
One day came an ominous town cryer
Who speaks of a harbinger thirst.
To write the unspoken is biblical,
For it’s all scribed in the past tense.
Return of the plagues started long ago;
I’ve no words to say in defense.
The three Furies never kept me guessing;
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Nothing compares to betrayal’s blessing
When faced with white ash from on high.
The time of fires, the time of widows,
Brings first responders to their knees.
A host of arches of stained glass windows
That once was a forest of trees.
Comes a relay of planes with their airdrops,
This time it’s the difference they make.
Hardly seen as they look for the hotspots,
Consumes everything in their wake.
In the distant red smoke-filled horizon,
The empty frames on empty sites.
A bright flare up, they seem on an island;
It looks like will be a long night.
The time of fires, the time of ruin
That now has a life unending.
Of an ember that sparks as it blew in
From another pyre ascending.
#ArthurRimbaud
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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summultima
uma
Forum Posts: 1306
uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1306
in search of a love poem [that hangs in walls of silence now,in the dreams of a run past &an endless(?) future]
worded projectiles
[seem a spectacle
parceled in diligence
from your dignified
aristocracies- an
eternal curfew kingdom
of an eschewed
eloquence]
ricochet my severed limbs
in still strumming dreams
of streaming rays, a dawn
get bestrewn
over the nauseating bogged edges
this noxious blackdermic pool
there is no more joke or an acrobatic stunt
of an outdated still a full house circus
in a conservativly compulsive
staged upon
slapstick comedies
or in an ‘up’lifting
suspension
of vertical keratin thrills
in adrenaline kills
nor a boringly essayed response of a mad[wo]man
your generosity
in the injected inertness
works pucca... no wrong
number in the connected
dialling
'under'stands
your benthic depths in stratified
word(lessness), and
also trapped within them, the
hard deposited and a bit
of carved out
‘love’. Its
in the
letting go in sublime airs
above all
blitzed kamikaze elegies
thrum in hummed romantic
melodies
in its stroked finality
[of an eternity]
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(uma)
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drone
Forum Posts: 2273
Tyrant of Words
10
Joined 3rd Sep 2011 Forum Posts: 2273
Does our journey
through the pain and the torture
the rivers of blood
the sacrifices
that we
and our familys
have endured
down through the ages
does it all
end here
has the silent war
that our ancestors fought
so hard
to keep us alive
to bring us back
from the edge
has it all
been in vain
Slowly we are dieing
one by one
while we remain
scattered on this earth
does it all end
here
in this century
the final closeing of the circle
that haunts us
from the past
where greed and ignorance
once again achives
the destruction of our World
where directed chaos
breaks the bones
of our tatterd dreams
to reunite
different colors
different cultures
to reunite
the one tribe
that will bind us
the one tribe
that will set free
our birth right
the right to be
a Human being
through the pain and the torture
the rivers of blood
the sacrifices
that we
and our familys
have endured
down through the ages
does it all
end here
has the silent war
that our ancestors fought
so hard
to keep us alive
to bring us back
from the edge
has it all
been in vain
Slowly we are dieing
one by one
while we remain
scattered on this earth
does it all end
here
in this century
the final closeing of the circle
that haunts us
from the past
where greed and ignorance
once again achives
the destruction of our World
where directed chaos
breaks the bones
of our tatterd dreams
to reunite
different colors
different cultures
to reunite
the one tribe
that will bind us
the one tribe
that will set free
our birth right
the right to be
a Human being
David_Macleod
14397816
Forum Posts: 2983
14397816
Tyrant of Words
39
Joined 5th Nov 2014Forum Posts: 2983
Love Actually Love
There is a difference
Between knowing you’re loved
And personally feeling loved
And in reality, being loved
Love is a touch
It’s a hand squeeze
It’s a shoulder rubbing
It’s a gentle lifting of your chin
A drying of your eyes
A mopping of your brow
It’s a hug from behind
Unexpected hands round shoulders
Love is a look
You can see it in their eyes
No need to wash the windows
That gentle smile, sometimes
That beaming smile of happiness
Just directed towards you
Love is eye to eye contact
With eyes that smile
Love is a hug
A long and warm hug
Teddy Bear hugs are best
It’s a cuddle
It’s a snuggle
Love is an embrace
Unencumbered by sexual thoughts
love doesn’t equal Lust
Love is a word
Love is a whisper
It’s all about the crack
It’s about conversation
It’s about joking and laughing
Enjoying each others company
Conversing can be serious
But needs the occasional nob gag
Love is not just a feeling
Love is a knowing
Loving is proactive
Never taken for granted
It Cares
It supports
It forgives
Encouraging positive outcomes
Love is a vital fuel
That runs the engine
Motivates avoiding inertia
Running out of fuel can be fatal
A daily top-up is necessary
Without its fuel
Your vehicle becomes
Like a clown car
Bits forever falling off
Until it seizes
Running on vapours
Like working from memories
Is lonely and never good
Love is a tandem
Love requires a pillion passenger
Love is not a dish for one
We all need somebody to love
For those who don’t have anyone
Love becomes dark
It becomes the dark destroyer
Laying waste to its victims
Love is necessary for life itself
Death falls heavily on the unloved
Between knowing you’re loved
And personally feeling loved
And in reality, being loved
Love is a touch
It’s a hand squeeze
It’s a shoulder rubbing
It’s a gentle lifting of your chin
A drying of your eyes
A mopping of your brow
It’s a hug from behind
Unexpected hands round shoulders
Love is a look
You can see it in their eyes
No need to wash the windows
That gentle smile, sometimes
That beaming smile of happiness
Just directed towards you
Love is eye to eye contact
With eyes that smile
Love is a hug
A long and warm hug
Teddy Bear hugs are best
It’s a cuddle
It’s a snuggle
Love is an embrace
Unencumbered by sexual thoughts
love doesn’t equal Lust
Love is a word
Love is a whisper
It’s all about the crack
It’s about conversation
It’s about joking and laughing
Enjoying each others company
Conversing can be serious
But needs the occasional nob gag
Love is not just a feeling
Love is a knowing
Loving is proactive
Never taken for granted
It Cares
It supports
It forgives
Encouraging positive outcomes
Love is a vital fuel
That runs the engine
Motivates avoiding inertia
Running out of fuel can be fatal
A daily top-up is necessary
Without its fuel
Your vehicle becomes
Like a clown car
Bits forever falling off
Until it seizes
Running on vapours
Like working from memories
Is lonely and never good
Love is a tandem
Love requires a pillion passenger
Love is not a dish for one
We all need somebody to love
For those who don’t have anyone
Love becomes dark
It becomes the dark destroyer
Laying waste to its victims
Love is necessary for life itself
Death falls heavily on the unloved
Written by David_Macleod
(14397816)
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Lord_Raven
Joined 15th June 2019
Forum Posts: 5
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 5
Trepidation
Sometimes ... I am scared to pick up a pen to write...
Sometimes ... My mind is filled with thoughts that question my very existence.
Sometimes ... sometimes ....
I wish...
I wish ... I wish i wasnt the fastest or that lucky spermcell !
I wish I was never produced in a scrotum !
I wish he had worn a condom!
I wish his pull out game was strong that day/night or jerked me off and wiped me off with what i am worth... a toilet paper ... and flushed me down the toilet... cause then...
Cause then... i wouldnt have to deal with this feeling of neever being wanted.
To be alive as the unwanted, the throw away, orphan child... who is...who is ...
(GOSH!!!!)
The castodian of the feeling of inadiquacy.
To not know how it feels to be rejected ... before even being born... an embryo!!!
Feeling not good enough for anyone .
Waking up everyday questioning his own existence..... Feeling like a child of rape ...(in detail) A girl who's innocence is violently taken against her will, screaming and begging , tears streaming in pain and disbelieve an a birth for a new kind of hate and distrust ! He leaves her there ... they find her... He gets arrested and sentenced to life ... she finds out she's with child , her attackers baby , she hates herself and the thing growning inside her, she tries to abort it constanly but fails miserably , and concevieves ... she despises the infant so much she cant even look at it!!! Forces the doctors to get rid of it, adoption ,forster whatever ... A forster home is where he grows not knowing his father or mother...Father doesnt even know he has a child.... At the age of only eleven after havinging experienced abuse from ever home he was ever placed in , he learns his history... can one comprehend such pain ? How does he bare it?
knowing he will always be a disappointment …
Sobbing and feeling sorry for myself at times crying myself to sleep...
Socially awkward and always feeling left out of life...
Afraid to do anything wrong...
Never to have some ones shoulder to cry on … dying inside over and over but getting stronger with time …
will I still know what being human is?
Sometimes ... My mind is filled with thoughts that question my very existence.
Sometimes ... sometimes ....
I wish...
I wish ... I wish i wasnt the fastest or that lucky spermcell !
I wish I was never produced in a scrotum !
I wish he had worn a condom!
I wish his pull out game was strong that day/night or jerked me off and wiped me off with what i am worth... a toilet paper ... and flushed me down the toilet... cause then...
Cause then... i wouldnt have to deal with this feeling of neever being wanted.
To be alive as the unwanted, the throw away, orphan child... who is...who is ...
(GOSH!!!!)
The castodian of the feeling of inadiquacy.
To not know how it feels to be rejected ... before even being born... an embryo!!!
Feeling not good enough for anyone .
Waking up everyday questioning his own existence..... Feeling like a child of rape ...(in detail) A girl who's innocence is violently taken against her will, screaming and begging , tears streaming in pain and disbelieve an a birth for a new kind of hate and distrust ! He leaves her there ... they find her... He gets arrested and sentenced to life ... she finds out she's with child , her attackers baby , she hates herself and the thing growning inside her, she tries to abort it constanly but fails miserably , and concevieves ... she despises the infant so much she cant even look at it!!! Forces the doctors to get rid of it, adoption ,forster whatever ... A forster home is where he grows not knowing his father or mother...Father doesnt even know he has a child.... At the age of only eleven after havinging experienced abuse from ever home he was ever placed in , he learns his history... can one comprehend such pain ? How does he bare it?
knowing he will always be a disappointment …
Sobbing and feeling sorry for myself at times crying myself to sleep...
Socially awkward and always feeling left out of life...
Afraid to do anything wrong...
Never to have some ones shoulder to cry on … dying inside over and over but getting stronger with time …
will I still know what being human is?
Written by Lord_Raven
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
Forum Posts: 297
E.A.Rothwell
Dangerous Mind
6
Joined 20th May 2018Forum Posts: 297
So Many Words
Well... ain't that just the beauty of the English Language?
There are so many words... and so many ways to use them, that it is possible to communicate with an extraordinary degree of eloquence.
Unfortunately... nowadays... and in spite of our technology... or maybe because of it... a great many of us English speakers have limited experience with the extent of the available vocabulary and cannot conceive of more than one way
to express an idea.
Focus narrows...
Tunnel-vision...
We grow deaf to the voices of others... and dumb.
There are so many words... and so many ways to use them, that it is possible to communicate with an extraordinary degree of eloquence.
Unfortunately... nowadays... and in spite of our technology... or maybe because of it... a great many of us English speakers have limited experience with the extent of the available vocabulary and cannot conceive of more than one way
to express an idea.
Focus narrows...
Tunnel-vision...
We grow deaf to the voices of others... and dumb.
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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Lyrically_Inclined
Forum Posts: 47
Fire of Insight
4
Joined 4th Apr 2018Forum Posts: 47
Fuck Faces
You’re the embodiment of beauty
That my desire chases
The outline of your skin
My fingernail traces
As I explore your body
To find those hidden places
Searching for that special spot
That your soul encases
We’re in our own universe
The outside world escapes us
Where my manhood resides
Your pussy embraces
No emptiness inside
I’ve filled up your spaces
From other men in your life
My presence erases
Before you met me
Your orgasm’s been evasive
Until we reach the precipice
I put your body through it’s paces
At first came the passion
Then pleasure replaces
Next comes the joy
And adrenaline chases
Now the tingling sensation
Through your veins races
But until you reach the release
That ecstasy unlaces
We don’t care how we look
Embarrassment is baseless
Enthralled by the feeling
We both make Fuck Faces
That my desire chases
The outline of your skin
My fingernail traces
As I explore your body
To find those hidden places
Searching for that special spot
That your soul encases
We’re in our own universe
The outside world escapes us
Where my manhood resides
Your pussy embraces
No emptiness inside
I’ve filled up your spaces
From other men in your life
My presence erases
Before you met me
Your orgasm’s been evasive
Until we reach the precipice
I put your body through it’s paces
At first came the passion
Then pleasure replaces
Next comes the joy
And adrenaline chases
Now the tingling sensation
Through your veins races
But until you reach the release
That ecstasy unlaces
We don’t care how we look
Embarrassment is baseless
Enthralled by the feeling
We both make Fuck Faces
Written by Lyrically_Inclined
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buddydog
Forum Posts: 93
Thought Provoker
6
Joined 5th May 2015Forum Posts: 93
Neptune
They say... you hurt the one you love the most
(But I guess I did)
I just don't know, your memory is like a ghost
I live with it every day, always touching me
Something I just can't seem to set free
(Just set it free)
Yesterday, we were like two shooting stars
Until we crashed and burned with so many scars
Today will be tomorrow, tomorrow will be yesterday
It's been hard but we lived... lived through it anyway
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
With the seasons changing I can’t share my pain
I couldn’t see you suffer even at my own gain
Like the eternal binding of intertwined pledge
Will it be enough to hold me if I get to close to the edge
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
(But I guess I did)
I just don't know, your memory is like a ghost
I live with it every day, always touching me
Something I just can't seem to set free
(Just set it free)
Yesterday, we were like two shooting stars
Until we crashed and burned with so many scars
Today will be tomorrow, tomorrow will be yesterday
It's been hard but we lived... lived through it anyway
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
With the seasons changing I can’t share my pain
I couldn’t see you suffer even at my own gain
Like the eternal binding of intertwined pledge
Will it be enough to hold me if I get to close to the edge
You were my Venus, until the moon’s fray
Now I’m stranded here on Mars
Sometimes... I look for you in the stars
But Saturn just seems to get in the way
Maybe it wasn’t our time
I hope Neptune is what you find
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
Forum Posts: 297
E.A.Rothwell
Dangerous Mind
6
Joined 20th May 2018Forum Posts: 297
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
Forum Posts: 297
E.A.Rothwell
Dangerous Mind
6
Joined 20th May 2018Forum Posts: 297
Lust and Chocolate
I see you lusting after that chocolate
cake...
** ** ** ** **
Just don't let me catch you looking at another woman that way...
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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Ahavati
Tams
Forum Posts: 16706
Tams
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 16706
Congratulations, iesilence! A well-deserved win!