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1st March 1:52am
amoose8094
bound
inhaling the vapor
exhaling through the nose
goes straight to the brain
electrifying, gripping, rousing sensation
throughout the soul
obsession and enslavement for one thing
enraptured by the figures passing by
outlines of their silohouettes and guises
a slave to the thoughts
feeling libidinous and promiscuous
ridden by dreams of being bonded, gagged, and fornication
a colossal appetite for mind-altering brutal sex
crazed and driven by sexuality
wide clear eyes dilated
flushed burning crimson face
hair-raising chills circulate the body
exhaling through the nose
goes straight to the brain
electrifying, gripping, rousing sensation
throughout the soul
obsession and enslavement for one thing
enraptured by the figures passing by
outlines of their silohouettes and guises
a slave to the thoughts
feeling libidinous and promiscuous
ridden by dreams of being bonded, gagged, and fornication
a colossal appetite for mind-altering brutal sex
crazed and driven by sexuality
wide clear eyes dilated
flushed burning crimson face
hair-raising chills circulate the body
1st March 1:51am
amoose8094
sensuality
the feelings are baffling
flesh to flesh
biting into a crisp red cherry
skinny dipping on a summer night in the ocean
hearing the reverberating sounds of the guitar
pressed up against each other, bodies entwined
her bewitching smirk and iridescent almond eyes
sweltering, heart beating, pulse racing
the feeling is ethereal and feels effervescent fervency in the air
feelings of libidinousness overcome all other senses
Edited 26th February 2:39pm
Star1973 Linda
Hello Fellow Poets
I have been a poet my whole life. I have slipped out of the poet scene for years now, but I am back in the game and know my calling for poetry will not stop haunting me until I give in...I have challenged myself to write a poem every day if not more, which will keep me in the habit. I seriously needed a poet community. I want to get to know many of you, read your poems and share my own. We shall see where the journey takes me.
25th February 10:20pm
StoryTeller
the beat of a heart while confused
my hands are shaking,
my fingers going a mile a minute.
my body is practically numb,
yet I can feel everything.
my mind's racing,
and my limbs are anticipating,
anticipating what?
anticipating something.
I don't understand,
I can't grasp it.
why am I stressing,
christ,
I feel like I'm confessing.
nothing is happening.
nothing is wrong.
but why?
why am I losing it?
the beat of a heart while confused,
it feels as if your body is running a marathon,
but despite the shaking,
I couldn't be more still.
everything is coming back to me now.
every heartbreak,
and pain.
every clean slate,
and game.
I said it before,
I'll say it again.
my mind is racing,
aching,
thirsting for something.
It's clinging to these memories,
searching,
sifting through them all.
the first time I broke down in front of my team,
the first time I felt ugly,
the first time I laughed with you,
the first time we hugged,
to the last.
my mind is breaking down,
it's shutting out.
instead of working normally now,
my mind is going back to when it last felt like this.
my hearts is reacting the same,
treating this moment in time and space like others,
but this is not like others.
this is new and old,
fresh and frozen.
the beat of a heart while confused,
its all the same,
except so much worse and better,
amazing and terrible,
beautiful and ghastly.
for my heart beats confused,
and I have yet to understand it,
and it doesn't understand either.
we are simply confused.
my fingers going a mile a minute.
my body is practically numb,
yet I can feel everything.
my mind's racing,
and my limbs are anticipating,
anticipating what?
anticipating something.
I don't understand,
I can't grasp it.
why am I stressing,
christ,
I feel like I'm confessing.
nothing is happening.
nothing is wrong.
but why?
why am I losing it?
the beat of a heart while confused,
it feels as if your body is running a marathon,
but despite the shaking,
I couldn't be more still.
everything is coming back to me now.
every heartbreak,
and pain.
every clean slate,
and game.
I said it before,
I'll say it again.
my mind is racing,
aching,
thirsting for something.
It's clinging to these memories,
searching,
sifting through them all.
the first time I broke down in front of my team,
the first time I felt ugly,
the first time I laughed with you,
the first time we hugged,
to the last.
my mind is breaking down,
it's shutting out.
instead of working normally now,
my mind is going back to when it last felt like this.
my hearts is reacting the same,
treating this moment in time and space like others,
but this is not like others.
this is new and old,
fresh and frozen.
the beat of a heart while confused,
its all the same,
except so much worse and better,
amazing and terrible,
beautiful and ghastly.
for my heart beats confused,
and I have yet to understand it,
and it doesn't understand either.
we are simply confused.
Written by StoryTeller
Read if you want
I was told to share poems here and for others to give feedback if they feel.
Try this one? It's kind of spur of the moment so
Try this one? It's kind of spur of the moment so
Edited 25th February 2:01am
SayQuois JeremyK
Un-publish a work? (SOLVED)
I discovered the answer to the following. As is often the case with me, a few more moments of my own searching and minimal attention, I found the answer in plain sight. For those who might have occasion to wonder the same thing, after editing the submission, there are two options: Modify (which submits your edited piece) and Delete (which removes the work from publication on the site. Duh!
Hi community. I published a work as a draft, hoping for some feedback while I worked on it. Now I'm finished it and just want to submit my finished version, but remove the work in progress. Not just do a final edit of the same submission. Possible?
Hi community. I published a work as a draft, hoping for some feedback while I worked on it. Now I'm finished it and just want to submit my finished version, but remove the work in progress. Not just do a final edit of the same submission. Possible?
