Submissions by Particles_Of_HerII
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
She gave me life...
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Published
25th Dec 2022 7:02pm
25th Dec 2022 7:02pm
T'is life
Usually by late evening we'd have
this day over and done, with me
smoothly guiding your whelms as
you continuously age and you do
it so fucking effortlessly-beautiful
even after all you've seen and
been through. . .
Usually, there's no prescribed
notions needed, usually by late
evening we'd have this day
over and done, with you
relinquishing by any means
necessary, giving into smiles and
exciting relaxation
(whatever your heart/soul desires)
until the...
this day over and done, with me
smoothly guiding your whelms as
you continuously age and you do
it so fucking effortlessly-beautiful
even after all you've seen and
been through. . .
Usually, there's no prescribed
notions needed, usually by late
evening we'd have this day
over and done, with you
relinquishing by any means
necessary, giving into smiles and
exciting relaxation
(whatever your heart/soul desires)
until the...
#love
#family
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#TruthOfLife
281 reads
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Published
8th Dec 2022 10:23pm
8th Dec 2022 10:23pm
a poem unfinish'd
in a sea of human footprints
and words' ..oft, loudly
uncomfortable
‘half comedy / half agony’
disturbing core elements
thusly it's a
castration of beauty...
seeking my one and only
haven where no'thing
else is allow'd
but to just be ..I hide away
bedaubed hair
a surrender of self emerges
expos'd by his nomadic hands
demanding a sum of my
deepest bits
always refreshing with him,
...
and words' ..oft, loudly
uncomfortable
‘half comedy / half agony’
disturbing core elements
thusly it's a
castration of beauty...
seeking my one and only
haven where no'thing
else is allow'd
but to just be ..I hide away
bedaubed hair
a surrender of self emerges
expos'd by his nomadic hands
demanding a sum of my
deepest bits
always refreshing with him,
...
#anxiety
#love
#LifeStruggles
#gratitude
#redemption
321 reads
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Published
4th Dec 2022 3:48pm
4th Dec 2022 3:48pm
faint heart
Observation, a sharing of aged dark maroon wine doused with a smidge of bourbon
:
a knee raises with distance from
the other, a rested finger on lips began moving
back / forth.
Let her see eyes of gaze with answers
of how I want her / what I will do to and for her.
and for moment she'd nestled against thoughts of a past lover's hold - - so I pull her whispers close, then closer
listened as words shattered within every other breath; I knew what I'd always known: she wasn't meant for the faint heart
"..I am not a clean...
:
a knee raises with distance from
the other, a rested finger on lips began moving
back / forth.
Let her see eyes of gaze with answers
of how I want her / what I will do to and for her.
and for moment she'd nestled against thoughts of a past lover's hold - - so I pull her whispers close, then closer
listened as words shattered within every other breath; I knew what I'd always known: she wasn't meant for the faint heart
"..I am not a clean...
#love
#grief
#acceptance
#IMissYou
#sensual
236 reads
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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
592 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
648 reads
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Published
17th Apr 2022 6:42am
17th Apr 2022 6:42am
_*_
un scolled, outlined in charcoal colored scarlet -
We'd made love within fissures of our soul,
misty condensation takes me in/wraps
around my harden sentiments as flesh is
sensually tongued, captured between her
teeth
"if I breathe.., I may break"
every inch and perimeter, her
bronze frame risen on the
horizon of my palms
mine all mine
...
We'd made love within fissures of our soul,
misty condensation takes me in/wraps
around my harden sentiments as flesh is
sensually tongued, captured between her
teeth
"if I breathe.., I may break"
every inch and perimeter, her
bronze frame risen on the
horizon of my palms
mine all mine
...
#love
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#support
#sensual
765 reads
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Published
6th Apr 2022 3:37am
6th Apr 2022 3:37am
let's pine a bit
On d a n c i ng
outside our epithelium spheres
of
plaid flesh
______(over)
tattered bone
summoning response to
respond to my painfully
sweet infliction
that love
"is not discarded" fruit
collected within jars of
ourselves
"T'is us, what we are and between the both.. it was no longer a want but a need" -Noire Rose (Howling)
-':to become: is a...
outside our epithelium spheres
of
plaid flesh
______(over)
tattered bone
summoning response to
respond to my painfully
sweet infliction
that love
"is not discarded" fruit
collected within jars of
ourselves
"T'is us, what we are and between the both.. it was no longer a want but a need" -Noire Rose (Howling)
-':to become: is a...
#love
#escape
#healing
604 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
922 reads
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Published
23rd Feb 2022 6:27pm
23rd Feb 2022 6:27pm
From my honeycomb bones:
The rubric writings were never on the wall... .
During this time, she was inspired by others, something and/ or
some thing(s) she never spoke of, either way, it was gravely felt.
We figured out how to make it pass or should I say, make it through.
During this time, she was inspired by others, something and/ or
some thing(s) she never spoke of, either way, it was gravely felt.
We figured out how to make it pass or should I say, make it through.
#love
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#philosophical
554 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
679 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
716 reads
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Published
22nd Dec 2021 4:56am
22nd Dec 2021 4:56am
Glass Carnival
this is about those moments living on the outskirt and all
that comes crashing between; meeting other travelers
who are very much awakened but have bled-out with the
taste of blood-orange remains on lips
i’d wandered for nearly an hour or so down a narrow
alley before stumbling into a loft for poetic lifers, found
myself climbing creaking stairs, the air-conditioner was
just as broken as we were
a dangling dim bulb pendulates; books were stacked in
dark corners...
that comes crashing between; meeting other travelers
who are very much awakened but have bled-out with the
taste of blood-orange remains on lips
i’d wandered for nearly an hour or so down a narrow
alley before stumbling into a loft for poetic lifers, found
myself climbing creaking stairs, the air-conditioner was
just as broken as we were
a dangling dim bulb pendulates; books were stacked in
dark corners...
#strength
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
535 reads
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