Submissions by Particles_Of_HerII
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
She gave me life...
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Published
20th Aug 2022 3:17pm
20th Aug 2022 3:17pm
The lady rambles
The darkness of night
utilizes synchronous
moments by
pronouncing my body
with kisses
and perspective
offerings for
the oculus of my soul
I am left with the most
beautifulest kind of
soreness"
On being reminiscent,
flooded with sensations of how
it felt to look at her without doubt,
highly curious / inquisitive yeah,
::Only to realize her very
essence resembled the
quantum (Bell) entanglement,oft
lacking traditional...
utilizes synchronous
moments by
pronouncing my body
with kisses
and perspective
offerings for
the oculus of my soul
I am left with the most
beautifulest kind of
soreness"
On being reminiscent,
flooded with sensations of how
it felt to look at her without doubt,
highly curious / inquisitive yeah,
::Only to realize her very
essence resembled the
quantum (Bell) entanglement,oft
lacking traditional...
#love
#beauty
#TruthOfLife
#passion
#StreamOfConsciousness
1017 reads
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Published
27th Jun 2022 12:49pm
27th Jun 2022 12:49pm
for small lifetimes we carry beneath
It's not all about "willingness", it's about capacity
she had both with a triboelectric heart tethered to vines
this man's manna remember, remembers her aeonian spillage of selcouth beauty -like a plural ever present, ever near.
effortlessly it was to reciprocate firm devotion for
her ruthless tenderness as eyes of rain drench
me from above
and I did not refrain
she had both with a triboelectric heart tethered to vines
this man's manna remember, remembers her aeonian spillage of selcouth beauty -like a plural ever present, ever near.
effortlessly it was to reciprocate firm devotion for
her ruthless tenderness as eyes of rain drench
me from above
and I did not refrain
#love
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical
#sexy
998 reads
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Published
28th Feb 2022 00:48am
28th Feb 2022 00:48am
~
..Words from lips are little paper gods so easily torn away, stolen and changed. .I'd rather show you, your meaning to me - Noire Rose (Howlings)
submerged in russian doll
tragedies not meant for
the faint of heart, yet, too
much for one sensitive
soul, to face alone
by the looks of her silence,
one would never
on continual attempt to
reconnect with life and the
relativity to others despite
occurrences
It wasn't - it wasn’t easy ...
submerged in russian doll
tragedies not meant for
the faint of heart, yet, too
much for one sensitive
soul, to face alone
by the looks of her silence,
one would never
on continual attempt to
reconnect with life and the
relativity to others despite
occurrences
It wasn't - it wasn’t easy ...
#ILoveYou
#support
#IMissYou
#responsibility
#determination
1337 reads
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Published
15th Jan 2022 1:47pm
15th Jan 2022 1:47pm
a dissertation of flesh
Footnotes from the heart|
With the picture above, please keep in mind
that love is gently firm but would never hurt
or bring harm anyone, especially like this.|
°
Written on laws in
sanskrit epistles of
lament;
by a perceptionist,
who created walls of
mirror and dared to
face a lacerated self
...
With the picture above, please keep in mind
that love is gently firm but would never hurt
or bring harm anyone, especially like this.|
°
Written on laws in
sanskrit epistles of
lament;
by a perceptionist,
who created walls of
mirror and dared to
face a lacerated self
...
#anxiety
#love
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
910 reads
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Published
7th Jan 2022 1:26am
7th Jan 2022 1:26am
. .
The gods must be insane for taking you away from me
My Lady Lazarus, rest fails to lend answers
a skewed hum dances throughout my soul;
so i dig deep into palms of all which co-exists in
search for you to soothe - to rock this blended
chaos
i treasure remnants of soft yen kisses that were
bestowed between my shoulder blades -
grounding me whole; naturally as intended,
attentively they replaced outside noise and pain,
a paradox of words has always lingered...
My Lady Lazarus, rest fails to lend answers
a skewed hum dances throughout my soul;
so i dig deep into palms of all which co-exists in
search for you to soothe - to rock this blended
chaos
i treasure remnants of soft yen kisses that were
bestowed between my shoulder blades -
grounding me whole; naturally as intended,
attentively they replaced outside noise and pain,
a paradox of words has always lingered...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#nostalgia
#IMissYou
980 reads
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Published
18th Dec 2021 11:47am
18th Dec 2021 11:47am
origami/ed acts of understanding
Was peering out at the butterfly bush
we had seeded in view of our guest
bedroom window and an olive
tree that has listened to every evocation
sent unto infinity
these eyes then looked to the sun as
it slowly vanishes into the secrets held
by earth for over 4.5 billion years
and in the background my ears hear
ambient crackling wood gone white, I
am many fragile evenings gathered
in years, months, days, hours, decimal
seconds, existing in thoughtfulness: ...
we had seeded in view of our guest
bedroom window and an olive
tree that has listened to every evocation
sent unto infinity
these eyes then looked to the sun as
it slowly vanishes into the secrets held
by earth for over 4.5 billion years
and in the background my ears hear
ambient crackling wood gone white, I
am many fragile evenings gathered
in years, months, days, hours, decimal
seconds, existing in thoughtfulness: ...
#love
#nostalgia
#IMissYou
846 reads
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Published
2nd Dec 2021 8:17am
2nd Dec 2021 8:17am
In other words: Her words
.. .Dangling on hinges of fate… .
We take notes of time by giving it power and a voice,
we’re nothing more than conduits seeking to illuminate,
because so many tear-away at the "damned" love word,
oft. This is the ambience which torments and pillages
me to mere life, .. ..henna’ed me sees it as grotesquely
beautiful in all its rawness.
∂x - Surely:
I’ve loved a time or two granted they’ve their own sacred
catacombs in the chambers of my heart perhaps, they
had no masterful plans for me …& that is quite...
We take notes of time by giving it power and a voice,
we’re nothing more than conduits seeking to illuminate,
because so many tear-away at the "damned" love word,
oft. This is the ambience which torments and pillages
me to mere life, .. ..henna’ed me sees it as grotesquely
beautiful in all its rawness.
∂x - Surely:
I’ve loved a time or two granted they’ve their own sacred
catacombs in the chambers of my heart perhaps, they
had no masterful plans for me …& that is quite...
#love
#memories
#admiration
#respect
#responsibility
950 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2021 1:24pm
24th Oct 2021 1:24pm
I:your spectrum
A mystifying request made and I'm intrigued: yes a man of sight will notice even the littlest things
like the petal upon your tongue as you traced my lips and then pushed into my mouth : these hands felt what was hidden beneath your attire
skin pinioned: meshed by karada rope flirting with your torso: contouring your waist; as if you meant to etch visual silent poems inside walls of my hermetic existence
-time bespoke compellingly stroke on stroke, again and again-
".. it’s a lover’s footprints on water ..a ripple through planispheres"
...
like the petal upon your tongue as you traced my lips and then pushed into my mouth : these hands felt what was hidden beneath your attire
skin pinioned: meshed by karada rope flirting with your torso: contouring your waist; as if you meant to etch visual silent poems inside walls of my hermetic existence
-time bespoke compellingly stroke on stroke, again and again-
".. it’s a lover’s footprints on water ..a ripple through planispheres"
...
#love
#grief
#respect
#IMissYou
#passion
692 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 11:39pm
15th Mar 2020 11:39pm
To howl and embrace this fusion of throat- breaking spasms
#grief
#respect
#IMissYou
#emotional
#death
1605 reads
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