Submissions by bluethoughts
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Dont
Dont kiss me like you love me
Kiss me like there is death chasing your rejection of me.
Dont touch me with care or desire
Touch me with a pain and the agony
of needing your fix of my embrace.
Dont look into my eyes
gaze into the depth of me
get deep in me.
Help me battle my demons,
all the while being my architect of dreams
until I surface.
Your voice isnt a voice to me
It's an instrument
a tool of seduction
your syllables are music notes
converting frequencies to passions
vibrating...
Kiss me like there is death chasing your rejection of me.
Dont touch me with care or desire
Touch me with a pain and the agony
of needing your fix of my embrace.
Dont look into my eyes
gaze into the depth of me
get deep in me.
Help me battle my demons,
all the while being my architect of dreams
until I surface.
Your voice isnt a voice to me
It's an instrument
a tool of seduction
your syllables are music notes
converting frequencies to passions
vibrating...
#love
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Amplify
Who are you when amplified
When the forced comsumption of vibes and frequency intoxicate
You, indoctrinating you in project X
And the variables scamper across your skin
as you scratch in anticipation of your next FM/AM dosage
Mentally Copulating with cell waves
Every cell in your sub battery Searching for a static euphoria
Each version of you is a vibrant vibration,
devolving into oblivion
leaving the tangible light particles humming alongside the silence
That befalls a calming pulse
Behind your original purpose
When the forced comsumption of vibes and frequency intoxicate
You, indoctrinating you in project X
And the variables scamper across your skin
as you scratch in anticipation of your next FM/AM dosage
Mentally Copulating with cell waves
Every cell in your sub battery Searching for a static euphoria
Each version of you is a vibrant vibration,
devolving into oblivion
leaving the tangible light particles humming alongside the silence
That befalls a calming pulse
Behind your original purpose
#ignorance
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Flow
The flow in me is immense
and forever infinite
Aided by the mirrors of soul
I flow through the everyday stimuli
that is a more decrepit reality then I remember
Splitting fallacies like atoms
garnering more pain with the pleasantries bestowed upon me
on a mantle of intellect
Stuck in a thought provoking pose,
poised for the penalties that ravish
the light of those most innocent
This flow
touches all the sense
Interpreting every spectrum
drudging through the demonic mist
dragging on...
and forever infinite
Aided by the mirrors of soul
I flow through the everyday stimuli
that is a more decrepit reality then I remember
Splitting fallacies like atoms
garnering more pain with the pleasantries bestowed upon me
on a mantle of intellect
Stuck in a thought provoking pose,
poised for the penalties that ravish
the light of those most innocent
This flow
touches all the sense
Interpreting every spectrum
drudging through the demonic mist
dragging on...
#sadness
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Missing you
I am tripping over my shadow of doubt falling into despair as my
dismantled expectations catch me
and break my fall.
Chipping my happiness
on the jagged edges of thoughts of missing you, again.
I am reminiscing on the remnants of you, the sounds of your effervesnce rings in my ear like the cicadas that strangle the silence in the night.
I am brother to malcontent
laying on a bed of earth
peering into it's bleeding skies
writing your name in hues of
reflection on its clouds
loving you both metaphysically
and...
dismantled expectations catch me
and break my fall.
Chipping my happiness
on the jagged edges of thoughts of missing you, again.
I am reminiscing on the remnants of you, the sounds of your effervesnce rings in my ear like the cicadas that strangle the silence in the night.
I am brother to malcontent
laying on a bed of earth
peering into it's bleeding skies
writing your name in hues of
reflection on its clouds
loving you both metaphysically
and...
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Never knew her
My heart must be a four leaf clover
growing just over yonder
underneath the weight of my bad decisions
It's fidelity to keep me safe
from her must be an act of God
ever morning I wake up with the taste
of his blood still washing away my sins
I never knew her
never knew her solace to absolve
the fear in the rain
her and I have had no relations
she is promiscuous
and has married and been intimate
with many souls
consummated each one
on a bed of death
tangled in sheets of hopelessness
...
growing just over yonder
underneath the weight of my bad decisions
It's fidelity to keep me safe
from her must be an act of God
ever morning I wake up with the taste
of his blood still washing away my sins
I never knew her
never knew her solace to absolve
the fear in the rain
her and I have had no relations
she is promiscuous
and has married and been intimate
with many souls
consummated each one
on a bed of death
tangled in sheets of hopelessness
...
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I am..
a sophisticated pain
Upon wings of prisms
Distorted colors of emotions
Rearanged between bliss and agony.
A metaphoric euphoria
contorted pulsars pulse
radiant indigenous magnetic
Waves recognized by the eye of the beholder
Burning like the sagacious
Kiln i am kin to
Forged in the wild fires of fallacies in neglected realities
I bring tempered peace to Reduce ashes harvested
In lost souls
In the end, I am the beginning
A heaven only realized in Hell
Fuck that bastard Cupid
I am love.
Upon wings of prisms
Distorted colors of emotions
Rearanged between bliss and agony.
A metaphoric euphoria
contorted pulsars pulse
radiant indigenous magnetic
Waves recognized by the eye of the beholder
Burning like the sagacious
Kiln i am kin to
Forged in the wild fires of fallacies in neglected realities
I bring tempered peace to Reduce ashes harvested
In lost souls
In the end, I am the beginning
A heaven only realized in Hell
Fuck that bastard Cupid
I am love.
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Sleep awaits
May the moon beacon
the night so sleep finds you
before early glints of day
break through the spells of slumber
May your dreams
secure you from
the insanity of insomnia
keep you calm in
a state of dormancy
as you float back to the
surface of consciousness
May you rise amongst
the the new day as a being
triumphant in the twilight
shining like the beauty
of the day does
the night so sleep finds you
before early glints of day
break through the spells of slumber
May your dreams
secure you from
the insanity of insomnia
keep you calm in
a state of dormancy
as you float back to the
surface of consciousness
May you rise amongst
the the new day as a being
triumphant in the twilight
shining like the beauty
of the day does
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Sin
The view of you is a symphony of senses
The gateway to the realm of insight
You are a portal to consciousness
An out of body experience
You are my out of body obsession
A bed to rest the spine of my thoughts on
Psychedelic trips aid my perception of you
Every kiss is potent
I get high off you for hours
I've many illusions of tasting you
hush the voices iv acquired from oblivion
Please
If you are deception
Carry on your purpose
I am coated in your white lies
And walk blind but in bliss through life as...
The gateway to the realm of insight
You are a portal to consciousness
An out of body experience
You are my out of body obsession
A bed to rest the spine of my thoughts on
Psychedelic trips aid my perception of you
Every kiss is potent
I get high off you for hours
I've many illusions of tasting you
hush the voices iv acquired from oblivion
Please
If you are deception
Carry on your purpose
I am coated in your white lies
And walk blind but in bliss through life as...
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Remeber
I remember your kisses
feeling like crimson roses sauntering across my anxieties.
I remember the taste of milk and honey
staining my lips as we entered the September promises of eternity.
My mind won't let me leave this... new reason to exist.
My reality was but a tragic play,
I remember exiting stage left into your harmony.
I remember.. the sound of your voice singing in my blood stream.
I remember being weary,
and void of a vivid purpose.
I remember you resurrecting my decomposing soul in your embrace.
I...
feeling like crimson roses sauntering across my anxieties.
I remember the taste of milk and honey
staining my lips as we entered the September promises of eternity.
My mind won't let me leave this... new reason to exist.
My reality was but a tragic play,
I remember exiting stage left into your harmony.
I remember.. the sound of your voice singing in my blood stream.
I remember being weary,
and void of a vivid purpose.
I remember you resurrecting my decomposing soul in your embrace.
I...
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I think I saw
Over the fields of grass, wheat, and due in the morning.
is a vague calm.
an indifferent, still voice that whispers far out into the nectar horizon.
It dances in a silent ballet,
on the ripples of waves.
adjacent to the naked, vulnerable universe.
And I thought, i saw...it.
Sauntering across my shy perceptions,
Racing aginst my pre-defined ephanines,
beating them just by a fraction of an essential conciousness.
It sat up propped against my unintentional ignorance,
Peering over the precipice of an already archaic,...
is a vague calm.
an indifferent, still voice that whispers far out into the nectar horizon.
It dances in a silent ballet,
on the ripples of waves.
adjacent to the naked, vulnerable universe.
And I thought, i saw...it.
Sauntering across my shy perceptions,
Racing aginst my pre-defined ephanines,
beating them just by a fraction of an essential conciousness.
It sat up propped against my unintentional ignorance,
Peering over the precipice of an already archaic,...
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My twist on (Nina's poem)
It is the color of wind.
The shape of sight,
hovering over the meadows.
It rests high up in the oak trees.
A blue vibe amongst pure spirits.
I am looking at your innocence.
I am hearing the laughter of the beach shores.
I am savoring the taste of the rotund sky, mountains, and tropical waterfalls.
Trapped in a degree of bliss.
I am recalling the hope that grows in the forests of despite.
Life lifting it's burden off its servants.
I am dancing on the glow of the moon
I am remembering,
That I am.
The shape of sight,
hovering over the meadows.
It rests high up in the oak trees.
A blue vibe amongst pure spirits.
I am looking at your innocence.
I am hearing the laughter of the beach shores.
I am savoring the taste of the rotund sky, mountains, and tropical waterfalls.
Trapped in a degree of bliss.
I am recalling the hope that grows in the forests of despite.
Life lifting it's burden off its servants.
I am dancing on the glow of the moon
I am remembering,
That I am.
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