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Fetchitnow
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 2:39pm
20th Sep 2019 2:39pm
Peace with myself
I felt a shiver earlier today
Lately those shivers have been around me, always
Not always in the night, have I felt the touch on me
Who is watching and who's not letting me be?
Here in this moment, I'm here by myself
I'm gonna cry with no one else near
This is so constant, I need to hide from thee
It's always a moment, when I'm here by myself
I'm always touching you, you’ve got nerves of steel
Get up, my scared little girl, yell out, but please don't scream
And stop...
Lately those shivers have been around me, always
Not always in the night, have I felt the touch on me
Who is watching and who's not letting me be?
Here in this moment, I'm here by myself
I'm gonna cry with no one else near
This is so constant, I need to hide from thee
It's always a moment, when I'm here by myself
I'm always touching you, you’ve got nerves of steel
Get up, my scared little girl, yell out, but please don't scream
And stop...
#ghosts
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youngpoetdreams
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 1:27am
20th Sep 2019 1:27am
Succubus
Her tangled frown and her spindling fingers slowly running down her lips, red and flowing as a river, does she invoke fear? With her long and mangled hunched over body. Her eyes they focus solemnly as a steady, cold dead body. The ground beneath her feet rot and decay as she steps forth, her march to spread unavoidable death and decompose the human stench. In life she was a temptress, now she's satan's tempest. A succubus waiting to prey on an honest man's death. Consuming his soul and discarding his flesh. The temple of God that once was her body, that He built in His image, now torn down...
#death
#devil
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
8th Aug 2019 3:00am
8th Aug 2019 3:00am
untitled 8/7/19
upon descending a steel staircase you press
the heart with my body
against the wall
with your heart body you push
your hardon like a freight train
we grind that way
and together
shoot our loads
at the
cheap knockoff feet
of Christ the Redeemer.
life ejaculates life it is wednesday i think.
the heart with my body
against the wall
with your heart body you push
your hardon like a freight train
we grind that way
and together
shoot our loads
at the
cheap knockoff feet
of Christ the Redeemer.
life ejaculates life it is wednesday i think.
#passion
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cobralips
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 2:16am
16th Sep 2019 2:16am
PIxie (astral travel)
Ah--but what is this!
This unfamiliar sound,
Coming down from the sky,
Reflecting the fears I told dear
In my cranium.
So tight--
My chest feels so tight.
Ah--but what is this!
Feeling the grains of sounds
Of waves beneath me,
What is touching my feet?
Oh--What have we here?
My thoughts burning in a circle of flames,
Overflowing, OVERBEARING!
Ah--but I must rebuild the weir!
I breathe deep and release a sigh,
Catching a glimpse before I trip,
My eyes roll backward to look within.
My brain reveals to me...
This unfamiliar sound,
Coming down from the sky,
Reflecting the fears I told dear
In my cranium.
So tight--
My chest feels so tight.
Ah--but what is this!
Feeling the grains of sounds
Of waves beneath me,
What is touching my feet?
Oh--What have we here?
My thoughts burning in a circle of flames,
Overflowing, OVERBEARING!
Ah--but I must rebuild the weir!
I breathe deep and release a sigh,
Catching a glimpse before I trip,
My eyes roll backward to look within.
My brain reveals to me...
#dreams
#universe
#sleep
#travel
#scifi
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
tears at night
Tears at night
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
#anger
#anxiety
#boredom
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 1:46pm
19th Sep 2019 1:46pm
Sudden Destruction
WHEN RUSSIA ATTACKS AMERICA, THAT IS THE "SUDDEN DESTRUCTION" THAT OCCURS AT THE RAPTURE
We read that the Rapture occurs at a time of "sudden destruction" (1 Thessalonians 4.17-5.3).
That view is confirmed by 2 Thessalonians 2.3 which says, "the Rapture cannot come except the Man of Sin be revealed, the SON OF DESTRUCTION."
To paraphrase it, "the Rapture occurs at the time of the revealing of the SON OF DESTRUCTION."
But Son of Destruction means THE DESTROYER.
So a better paraphrase is: "the Rapture occurs when the Destroyer gets revealed."
Revealed by what?? ...
We read that the Rapture occurs at a time of "sudden destruction" (1 Thessalonians 4.17-5.3).
That view is confirmed by 2 Thessalonians 2.3 which says, "the Rapture cannot come except the Man of Sin be revealed, the SON OF DESTRUCTION."
To paraphrase it, "the Rapture occurs at the time of the revealing of the SON OF DESTRUCTION."
But Son of Destruction means THE DESTROYER.
So a better paraphrase is: "the Rapture occurs when the Destroyer gets revealed."
Revealed by what?? ...
#apocalypse
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Shadow_Dancer
Poem Published
5th Apr 2018 1:01am
5th Apr 2018 1:01am
Humbled...
Cradling fresh fragrant yumminess an eerie stillness prickled my thought
Alone in the predawn I quickly took stock of the strange unfamiliar calmness
Settling back the unease of ease gave me pause
A soothing smoothness jolted an awareness of keen thought
My hands my hips my very being had gentled even with the zip zap zinging of all things named pain
Soft whispered sighs filter sameness of wonder in thought
A peacefulness quieted the norm of racing chaotic thoughts lulling us into a state of reverence
...
Alone in the predawn I quickly took stock of the strange unfamiliar calmness
Settling back the unease of ease gave me pause
A soothing smoothness jolted an awareness of keen thought
My hands my hips my very being had gentled even with the zip zap zinging of all things named pain
Soft whispered sighs filter sameness of wonder in thought
A peacefulness quieted the norm of racing chaotic thoughts lulling us into a state of reverence
...
#strength
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment #gratitude
#LifeChangingMoment #gratitude
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Amanacer
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 10:16am
7th Sep 2019 10:16am
Sleep eludes me
The midnight hour entraps me
No sleep will I find
Tossing askew and turning
I attempt to unwind
Eluding is the slumber
Dark and deep divine
Nights left to outnumber
Too many to define
Guide me to peaceful respite
Oh my God my light
Help me with my plight
Bless my sleep tonight
No sleep will I find
Tossing askew and turning
I attempt to unwind
Eluding is the slumber
Dark and deep divine
Nights left to outnumber
Too many to define
Guide me to peaceful respite
Oh my God my light
Help me with my plight
Bless my sleep tonight
#angels
#insomnia
#sleep
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 1:02am
10th Sep 2019 1:02am
A SPA-WNTANEOUS AWAKENING (6-19-19, 2:23pm, Palm Springs, California)
upon
sitting down
chin deep
submerged
in my nightly
105° spa
all these sudden
ohhhhhhs
ahhhhhhs
oooohhhs
mmmmms
spontaneously
arose
instantly
up from
the overwhelmed
core heart being
of me
from my
physical spiritual
whole
triggered
and released
by all these
thousands
of turbulently
explosive
heated bubbles
forcefully
pummeling me
from all sides
swirling
embracing
encasing me
like deep pressure
deep tissue ...
sitting down
chin deep
submerged
in my nightly
105° spa
all these sudden
ohhhhhhs
ahhhhhhs
oooohhhs
mmmmms
spontaneously
arose
instantly
up from
the overwhelmed
core heart being
of me
from my
physical spiritual
whole
triggered
and released
by all these
thousands
of turbulently
explosive
heated bubbles
forcefully
pummeling me
from all sides
swirling
embracing
encasing me
like deep pressure
deep tissue ...
#earth
#stars
#fire #water
#fire #water
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cobralips
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:47pm
15th Sep 2019 5:47pm
Ebb and Flow
I was born in the wood--
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
#identity
#nature
#spiritual #magic
#spiritual #magic
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:09pm
18th Sep 2019 7:09pm
7 Year TRIB?? -- NO WAY !!
7 YEAR TRIB --- NO WAY !! The 7 year TRIB idea is wrong because its all based on Daniel 9.26-27. And Dan. 9.26-27 is set in the 1st century, therefor its not about the EndTime TRIB. Here's the evidence that Dan. 9.26-27 is talking about the Roman-Jewish War of AD 66 to 73. This passage starts off with the crucifixion of Christ. For we read, "The Messiah will be cut off, but not for Himself"(Dan.9.26). he was the "prophet like Moses" that God promised in Deuteronomy 18.18-19. God warns that "whoever will not hearken to My words which He shall speak in My Name, I will require it of him,"...
#apocalypse
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 9:50am
28th Dec 2018 9:50am
charting
her soles
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
#LifeStruggles
#earth
#learning
#MovingOn
#meditation
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