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FeNyX
Poem Published
25th Jan 2021 1:05am
25th Jan 2021 1:05am
Notifications
Jeff awoke to his phone alarm at 6am. Rolling over to quiet it. Then punching in his pin to check his texts, Facebook notifications, Twitter notifications, Instagram etc. Seeing the large number today he settles in to scroll through them in turn. Scrolling the titles and opening words of each, then opening and sometimes replying to interesting ones.
He pays particular attention to a co-worker's comments and posts. The blonde with the big tits he's been trying to bed. Another sexy selfie she tagged him in. Ogling her pic in a tight fall sweater with a come hither look, has his lust...
He pays particular attention to a co-worker's comments and posts. The blonde with the big tits he's been trying to bed. Another sexy selfie she tagged him in. Ogling her pic in a tight fall sweater with a come hither look, has his lust...
#philosophical
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 1:51am
3rd Dec 2019 1:51am
Her KinsMan - His Lady
Kinsman
Left alone to contemplate,
All the sacrifices that once he made,
Out of love, even out of rage,
The pain in his eyes was so vivid
I had to cry as the vibe took over,
A comfort word to say,
" I do understand"
Cannot take away the hurt that pierced his heart,
Some cultures teach you, men don’t cry,
But when they do, it’s like pureness of angels,
poured out of heaven,
It’s not weakness,
its cleansing of the soul and preparing for when the Lion has to roar,
Passion and affection is stirred when witnessing...
Left alone to contemplate,
All the sacrifices that once he made,
Out of love, even out of rage,
The pain in his eyes was so vivid
I had to cry as the vibe took over,
A comfort word to say,
" I do understand"
Cannot take away the hurt that pierced his heart,
Some cultures teach you, men don’t cry,
But when they do, it’s like pureness of angels,
poured out of heaven,
It’s not weakness,
its cleansing of the soul and preparing for when the Lion has to roar,
Passion and affection is stirred when witnessing...
#love
#power
#philosophical
#hurt
#determination
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
Jupiter Series: III, Barometer
in another world, the Ocean stays with us
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
#dreams
#universe
#philosophical #morality
#philosophical #morality
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2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
5. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
His hand is on the latch
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
#nightmares
#philosophical
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
4th Aug 2018 3:49am
4th Aug 2018 3:49am
So as the heart a caravan
.For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#magic
#philosophical
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
6th Nov 2017 6:20pm
6th Nov 2017 6:20pm
DRAMA QUEEN
I have come to the conclusion that everyone craves a little drama in their life-
It is what keeps life from being a forever-standing monotonous timeline.
There are just some people completely bored out of their minds
Living that pathetic, monotonous timeline
that the only thing they CAN do is create or find their drama
By being angry just to be angry!
When such a person begins to stir up trouble against you
Or whirl their rants and raves your way
Just turn and walk away....
It is the silent way, without use of words or...
It is what keeps life from being a forever-standing monotonous timeline.
There are just some people completely bored out of their minds
Living that pathetic, monotonous timeline
that the only thing they CAN do is create or find their drama
By being angry just to be angry!
When such a person begins to stir up trouble against you
Or whirl their rants and raves your way
Just turn and walk away....
It is the silent way, without use of words or...
#depression
#funny
#addiction #philosophical
#addiction #philosophical
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
29th Nov 2019 3:14am
29th Nov 2019 3:14am
Serenity
Brightly calm and engraved in
Nights of shades and colors,
Thunderstorms,
signs of cold temper,
meadowlands concealed to
Glance of shimmers,
The smell of ginger,
Cocoa and caramel,
Warm kisses,
Alludes coolness of flowers
Endowed sparkles of your eyes
Pierced into my soul and evoked a smile,
Our encounters on this floor,
Sacred,
As we contemplate
vibrations that our body radiates,
Signals of electric mind,
As we cuddle up,
falling asleep in each other’s gasp,
Nights of shades and colors,
Thunderstorms,
signs of cold temper,
meadowlands concealed to
Glance of shimmers,
The smell of ginger,
Cocoa and caramel,
Warm kisses,
Alludes coolness of flowers
Endowed sparkles of your eyes
Pierced into my soul and evoked a smile,
Our encounters on this floor,
Sacred,
As we contemplate
vibrations that our body radiates,
Signals of electric mind,
As we cuddle up,
falling asleep in each other’s gasp,
#love
#kindness
#silence #philosophical
#silence #philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 10:48am
28th Dec 2018 10:48am
loosening
imagination
is ejected
from the rocket
drained
of blood
through the pores
into hot air
seeped
into the hairline
fractures
of future canyons
hissed
through the gently
popped
latex
of the ozone
the parrot is on
the lam
the atmosphere jets
dreams
the stories are
vulnerable
is ejected
from the rocket
drained
of blood
through the pores
into hot air
seeped
into the hairline
fractures
of future canyons
hissed
through the gently
popped
latex
of the ozone
the parrot is on
the lam
the atmosphere jets
dreams
the stories are
vulnerable
#dreams
#magic
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 9:13pm
28th Dec 2018 9:13pm
Jupiter Series: II, Transitions
Because I have the body of Jupiter
after the sweep dwell of light
that has steeped far past a babble,
past the superseding of emotions
and shambolic philosophy,
past snapped bonds
and savage poses of the loved, these
who fought with shares of knowledge
are just as in the dark
as when I switch off the light
and left topless frozen
by the nothingness as sight
must solve to the silvery
flopping feelings
in the glowing dark, we pause,
shaky...
after the sweep dwell of light
that has steeped far past a babble,
past the superseding of emotions
and shambolic philosophy,
past snapped bonds
and savage poses of the loved, these
who fought with shares of knowledge
are just as in the dark
as when I switch off the light
and left topless frozen
by the nothingness as sight
must solve to the silvery
flopping feelings
in the glowing dark, we pause,
shaky...
#universe
#astronomy
#magic
#philosophical
#morality
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 9:06pm
7th Jan 2019 9:06pm
The Closing of State Route 126
electrocardiogram serration
of sierras
chaparral lives easily achromatic, pod
economy made to seed at hundreds degree
it’s supposed to burn
we’re not supposed to burn
they please to stay stay these hills
alien to their own, built
into the fiery notches
enter the shell popping
starling fleers, startling legs
bounding upward panorama
perspective is gained after, smoke snaked
a gnarl and dried out to the least common denominator
they root shallow root for their homestead
steady in the not knowing of kinder ...
of sierras
chaparral lives easily achromatic, pod
economy made to seed at hundreds degree
it’s supposed to burn
we’re not supposed to burn
they please to stay stay these hills
alien to their own, built
into the fiery notches
enter the shell popping
starling fleers, startling legs
bounding upward panorama
perspective is gained after, smoke snaked
a gnarl and dried out to the least common denominator
they root shallow root for their homestead
steady in the not knowing of kinder ...
#environment
#fire
#philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
american musings at the home now museum of picasso
you am i
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
#art
#magic
#philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 1:38am
5th Jan 2019 1:38am
Anatomic
look at this mastery
instead look at the people
rushing up down this way along
all that violence glitters through
my veins a delicate ambulance of violet
thronging its way to be alive
that's all it is a vessel it is a vessel a vessel it is
what rushes
all the tell-tattle signs
of a rattling
instant
that safety is a suburb of mind
instead look at the people
rushing up down this way along
all that violence glitters through
my veins a delicate ambulance of violet
thronging its way to be alive
that's all it is a vessel it is a vessel a vessel it is
what rushes
all the tell-tattle signs
of a rattling
instant
that safety is a suburb of mind
#philosophical
#morality
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