#NoPoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus-
(NoPoo 203) A Self Imposed Imprisonment
Memories crowding
Unbidden thoughts
Unwanted feelings
Claustrophobic
Breathing laboured
Silly anxieties rising
A monster from the deep
Roaring into life
Overbearing darkness
Stifling reason
Walls closing
Doors blocked
Escape route seems
So uncertain
At this moment
Mountains created
Out of nothing
Becoming haunting ghosts
Looming doubtful shadows
Destroying sane sensibility
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Memories crowding
Unbidden thoughts
Unwanted feelings
Claustrophobic
Breathing laboured
Silly anxieties rising
A monster from the deep
Roaring into life
Overbearing darkness
Stifling reason
Walls closing
Doors blocked
Escape route seems
So uncertain
At this moment
Mountains created
Out of nothing
Becoming haunting ghosts
Looming doubtful shadows
Destroying sane sensibility
Unique word count 50
Total word count 50
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the silence of the caveman
_
it was no asylum
and yes, there was history
not all that meets the eye
passes the smell test
there were beating hearts
and beatings
voice
the enemy of the peace
and sleep
stare at the roof
was all
he could do
-
it was no asylum
and yes, there was history
not all that meets the eye
passes the smell test
there were beating hearts
and beatings
voice
the enemy of the peace
and sleep
stare at the roof
was all
he could do
-
Written by cold_fusion
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03.06.2021
#NoPoo 93
03.06.2021
#NoPoo 93
shameless
yours is constant
that drumbeat
of an incessant cacophony
always beating
always needing
when attention IS the apex—
to be spotlit
and of wanted shine
is purposed breath
meaning all
and the point of
which lies become reality
reaching out
with black hole hands
is a masquerade
of icy intent
conscious to subconscious
universe to parallel
with mouths of spun woven
that attempt to permeate
truthful goodness
a heart recognizes
the discovery
of ruse to ruins
harms that
are easily swallowed
and what's left
of this thing called shame
#Nopoo (#202)
yours is constant
that drumbeat
of an incessant cacophony
always beating
always needing
when attention IS the apex—
to be spotlit
and of wanted shine
is purposed breath
meaning all
and the point of
which lies become reality
reaching out
with black hole hands
is a masquerade
of icy intent
conscious to subconscious
universe to parallel
with mouths of spun woven
that attempt to permeate
truthful goodness
a heart recognizes
the discovery
of ruse to ruins
harms that
are easily swallowed
and what's left
of this thing called shame
#Nopoo (#202)
(NoPoo 204) Colliding Hearts
Let my love open the door
To realms of beauty unknown
Universal possibilities untold
Wonderment and awe
Common place
Dreams do come true
Wishes made real
For colliding hearts
Faithful souls searching
Worlds in hope
Creativity given form
Beautiful artustery seen
Through loving eyes
Magic shapes imaginations
Feelings assured connection
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Let my love open the door
To realms of beauty unknown
Universal possibilities untold
Wonderment and awe
Common place
Dreams do come true
Wishes made real
For colliding hearts
Faithful souls searching
Worlds in hope
Creativity given form
Beautiful artustery seen
Through loving eyes
Magic shapes imaginations
Feelings assured connection
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Total word count 50
208
3.6.2021
5.37pm
#NoPoo
Scents
Lavender perfume
permeating through my room
scents of lilacs
teasing my dreams
ember in my heart
glowing in sync
with its beat
spurred on by hope
alone now, with sepia photographs
of yesteryears
rose-tinted memories
cinnamon scented coffee
jostled thoughts
smiling through misty eyes
I remember
3.6.2021
5.37pm
#NoPoo
Scents
Lavender perfume
permeating through my room
scents of lilacs
teasing my dreams
ember in my heart
glowing in sync
with its beat
spurred on by hope
alone now, with sepia photographs
of yesteryears
rose-tinted memories
cinnamon scented coffee
jostled thoughts
smiling through misty eyes
I remember
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04.06.2021
#NoPoo 94
i'd reply to you shortly mate but i've got a poem to catch
like a wandering fleeting breakaway kite
carried away by the midday draft
i must not lose it's sight for it simply
ain't right
to lose one more...
the tricolor butterfly
stared straight
in the eye
of the approaching beast
unflinching and unperturbed
the appearance
to say the least
confused and surprised
the predator changed course
for today on this occasion
not wise to use the force
the bloom
was left smiling
it waved
beard to stem
the fluttering departure leaving
it with an unforgettable gem
...
04.06.2021
#NoPoo 94
i'd reply to you shortly mate but i've got a poem to catch
like a wandering fleeting breakaway kite
carried away by the midday draft
i must not lose it's sight for it simply
ain't right
to lose one more...
the tricolor butterfly
stared straight
in the eye
of the approaching beast
unflinching and unperturbed
the appearance
to say the least
confused and surprised
the predator changed course
for today on this occasion
not wise to use the force
the bloom
was left smiling
it waved
beard to stem
the fluttering departure leaving
it with an unforgettable gem
...
(NoPoo 205) Unprotected
Time fractures
Seconds slipping away
Tic toc
Lives gone
All kinds of people
Nature's balance
In full view
She's throwing the switch
Begining nightmares
It's not funny
There's no protection
At a genetic level
Us mutants don't belong
Take care
Bleeding forms scabs
Beaten generations
Still survive
Like coffee stains
On old worn carpets
Salvation forgotten
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Time fractures
Seconds slipping away
Tic toc
Lives gone
All kinds of people
Nature's balance
In full view
She's throwing the switch
Begining nightmares
It's not funny
There's no protection
At a genetic level
Us mutants don't belong
Take care
Bleeding forms scabs
Beaten generations
Still survive
Like coffee stains
On old worn carpets
Salvation forgotten
Unique word count 56
Total word count 56
littlest things
I miss the comforting
'little things'
the most,
a hand on the small of my back
when walking through a doorway
a knowing look of solidarity
when trapped in erroneous conversations
covering for me without asking
not questioning why
and vice versa
roses for no reason
lilies because
lilacs when you say
you just want to see me smile
touching me there,
where passion ignites
to an almost immediate release
kisses with the perfect amount of tongue
when dark chocolate
finds it's way into the pantry
surprise ramen from our favorite place
surprise sex in the morning,
or in the middle of the night
orgasms instead of arguing
hugs instead of coolness
laughing and more laughing
drawn bathes with rose petals
already folded laundry
dishes emptied from the dishwasher
a gas tank magically filled
perfumed skin riddled in goosebumps
from a massage out of nowhere
messing up the bed that was just made
begging your name,
in husky breathlessness
and dreaming so big
of all the littlest things—
i m a g i n e d
Written by Bluevelvete
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4.6.2921
4.90pm
#NoPoo
Everytime
it was the moonlight
that carried us away
the sparkling heady wine
sipped by lovers
every time I think of you
saying goodbye baby
it hurts....it was for a day
then, but now its forever
when the sun goes down
i think of it carrying a letter
to you saying good morning
now, nobody's at your door
I am holding dawn and dusk
for us.
4.6.2921
4.90pm
#NoPoo
Everytime
it was the moonlight
that carried us away
the sparkling heady wine
sipped by lovers
every time I think of you
saying goodbye baby
it hurts....it was for a day
then, but now its forever
when the sun goes down
i think of it carrying a letter
to you saying good morning
now, nobody's at your door
I am holding dawn and dusk
for us.
