They say energy never dies
but never said it'd stay for the entire ride
hand in hand, losing their minds
Even in the darkness
there's nowhere to hide
thought that when their worlds decided to collide
the pain would finally subside
Did they ever really try?
or did they just shut down inside?
countless excruciating tears they've cried
yet still numb
from losing so many loved ones that died...
time after time after time
consuming lust filled emotions
had them drowning in eachother's souls
but fears fueled the endless lies
that their bruised egos told
slowly making their hearts turn cold
so unaware of the true dimension
they belonged in
a place they created together
as their souls continued
intertwining & binding
defining forever
manifested their own demons
trying to protect themselves
from expected cruel intentions
boy, were they relentless
made nothing but a huge mess of this
love & desire
mixed with fear & anger
created an unextinguishable fire
adding fuel to the flames
whenever he was inside her
one anothers new drug
they couldn't get any higher
I will penetrate your mind
when I walk through the door
Making love to your heart
while you're crying for more
Sexually captivating your body
with tenderness and care
Sense of passion
will send you walking on air
Blissful thought ascending your mind
with joy
Intertwining with a sensation
filling every void
Flip you over, open you up
while the beginning is wet
Tongue moving forward
at the moment of climax
Thrusting to the object
as you go back and forth
Insinuating the feeling
as I come toward you
To finish with the vision
of an ecstasy touch
Thinking to myself
why I love you so much
Purpose and People
The thought of any Poet
Storytelling Soul
Words and Sentences in an instance
Alpha by Alpha reference
Need and Desire
Sharing experiences no one knows
Emotions interlock
Poet key to unlock
From Poet heart to Reader’s heart
That’s where Poetry starts
It leaves a thinking mark
Appreciation for spoken words
A need to be heard
Utterance and tolerance responses
Upon Poet’s highest thinking
Behind the words that readers don’t see
Preparation in advance
Situations that only a Poet can clarify
A Poet’s life
Daily and Intertwining
Around the clock
Morning, Noon and Night
Like a statue being the “Thinker”
Idealistic view
Poet being the craft of their own masterpiece
Alone and accounted for
Purpose Poet the Inspired Poet
Written: June 13, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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Amidst rhythmic glow
of smoldering cinders
whispers arise
crafting ethereal life curtain —
from ashen glyphs
veiled splinters ignite —
intertwining flames converge
conflagrant in artistic creed —
their spirits rife
with volcanic momentum
In palimpsest layers
of ember-hued ink,
banshee sighs
chiseled borne aloft —
Listen —
shifting in hidden crevices
abiding as marrow sears
awaken from virgin webs
of flame and ash —
where twilight remembers
what abyss marooned
yes — you vessel of placid vortex —
— you shrine, cauldron of static storm
greet golden glow
leaning to surging tide
crystallizing truth
chiseling your core —
morph into forged pledge
from embryonic ember
that first cast shade
on glimmering birth.
Intensely process,
in silence
Beauty arises,
renewed and revived -
with tenderness.
Summer whispered breeze.
- it is creation,
intertwining in purity.
Bathed in the sunlight
... perfection.
TRIBAL TATTOO REGRET-:-
permanent
geometrical
monumentum
intertwining
symbols
inked FLUIDITY ETCHINGS
emblazoned
Tebori
linework
scarifying
pigment
in ZIGZAGGING ALTERNITIVES
patternization
timeless
unwanted
laser
removal
I done no wrong
I am human created to belong
You don’t know me
May not speak your language
Words are of my native land
Let me help you understand
I love America
America offers Freedom and well being
Being invited by the Statue of Liberty
The theme, “Hope, Rebirth and the American Dream”
In my native land, it the Oppressed under stress
I want enrich in the aroma of goodness in the American way
Don’t push me aside being estray
I want to be your friend, and that is no pretend
What the mirror shows of me is what you will see
Who I am and meant to be
Culture
I am not trying to be your enemy
Just my place in society
Intertwining with others
Hate you shouldn’t feel, but rule it out
Not to harm
Don’t be alarmed
We were all created for a purpose
To live, breathe and associate
Hate is a separate
There is no need to depart
We can share both our cultures as one
The foundation is heritage
The reality is privilege
Together we can become united
Hate has no place
Only takes up space and waste
Let’s embrace one another
Humility living
Giving and Sharing
When I make love to you sweetly,
it is more than a physical act,
in fact,
it is a celebration of all you
mean to me.
You give my life substance.
You make my heart beat
to the rhythm of true love,
and that's why
I love you so much.
When I make love to you tenderly,
it is my way of saying 'thank you'
for being my Rock,
my foundation,
and my strength.
You are the foundation
that keeps me strong
during the trials and tribulations
of everyday life,
and that's why
I love you so much.
When I make love to you passionately,
it is in recognition of our bond
and commitment to one another.
No one and nothing
can come between us
because we are so committed.
Me
You
Love
Forevermore.
When I make love to you sweetly,
a romantic melody plays over
and over in the center of my heart.
You are my harmony
You bring out the best in me,
especially when we're making love,
because
it is more than a physical act,
in fact,
It is the intertwining
of mind to mind,
heart to heart,
soul to soul.
Transcending
Peace and Comfort
Secrete and alone
Pray time desire
Heavenly Father talk
An uplift
Overcoming struggles
Healing outreach
Burdened and Despair
Heavenly guidance reach
Assurance intertwining
Tranquil mind
Feeling at ease
No separation between me and thee
Quiet moment
Sustaining prayer
Conquering all the elements of life
Somehow,
I find myself
content,
confident
and
intrepid
. . . intertwining the interval,
these dimensions,
and the embroidery
that sets us apart
Even though,
there’s an ache to know
you,
and occupy
your personal space
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a connection unbroken
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right now,
contentment
confidence
and timely dimensions,
enable me
to be,
proximate
________________
(Tender thoughts) - softly reminding me
* * We're Always a Whisper away * *
. . . and our hearts echo in the wind
Copyright © Brandy Nicole | Year Posted 2023
When two set of lips collide in breath
intertwining they merge into one.
As years pass highs and lows deepen,
the sacred tremor repeats infinitely.
The breath I took gave me relief
Because you were there in the air.
As soon as I took your grip,
Wanting to cherish every bit of you,
I started with your lip.
When my lips touched yours,
There was nothing else I could ask for.
I wanted to feel all of you.
I wanted to absorb all of you into me.
I wanted all our particles to intertwine.
It was an epiphany; I was yours, and you were all mine.
There was nothing I could see but you.
There was nothing I could feel but relief.
With you still loving my lips, the slower I inhaled,
The more your insecurities you unveiled.
The burn I felt in my chest—
It didn't feel like an injury.
From all insignificant matters,
It gave me rest.
I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted it to never end.
I wanted to keep holding you.
But with the blink of an eye, you were gone with the wind,
Mixed with that thick white hue.
From feeling your lips with utmost adoration
To not being able to stand you,
We have grown apart.
From intertwining our fingers
To denying each other's existence,
We have fallen apart.
Exhaling all the bittersweet affection,
I don't want you anymore—there is no doubt.
Eyes locked, hearts spoke.
Love knocked, feelings woke.
I smiled, she blushed.
She mirrored, i gushed.
I was the fire, but i melted .
She was ice, but "sun-hot".
Time danced slow as our minds began to plot,
a story forged through the fire of desire,
Inked with hearts that synced in accord,
strangers, familiar along the pages of prospects.
Wedding bells rang,
"here comes the bride" sang.
Flowers crafted perfumed symphonies,
as the altar witnessed intertwining of destinies.
"I do", with eyes of admiration and deep reassuring voice,
i spoke to her soul.
She opened the floodgates to her milky teeth,
eyes dilated with tears of joy, taking in this moment of bliss,
Her chocolate lips, marinated in cherries, made love and bore sweet words as she began the vows.
I couldn't hold it together, as i anticipated her seal to the covenant,
"I..."
Before she could write our story in the stars,
Our thoughts were cut short, by a voice that robbed....
My soulmate, in his arms.
In the realm where desire and love meet,
Paths open, intertwining into endless labyrinths,
Each trail bearing the burden of dreams and untamed longings,
For love may begin as a gentle whisper of a spring,
While desire, like a storm, rushes in with force,
Both dreaming of the same destination, but on turbulent roads.
Just as adventures are written from unknown steps,
Love and desire grow, rise, and fall,
A journey where the soul expands towards the heavens,
Or gets lost in abysses of restlessness and fire,
There is no single path, nor a single beginning,
For love and desire dance in eternal circles,
In the most sublime moments or the deepest crises,
Weaving their stories in the dark corners of the heart.
On the edge of each moment, we stand in contemplation,
Wondering where love ends and desire begins,
When they coexist in that fragile yet splendid balance,
In a silent symphony that carries us through the whirlwind of life,
And beyond words, in those secret moments,
We discover that love and desire are two wings of the same dream,
Flying over the boundaries of time and space,
In a never-ending quest for fulfillment and self-discovery.
my potential, an entity I've put on a pedestal
I spend my days climbing her ridiculously high ladder with gift-wrapped handmade blades; only leaving when her skin is ripped & her dreams for me fade, little by little
The cruelty of my actions is but merely protection from rejection
I need her to let me go,but she craves; she lusts over the idea of intertwining our abilities, without my blades of insecurity
"What if this is all that I am?" a question too hard to answer, even for her
Admittedly, there are times, when I allow her powers to flow through me, but I almost always end up killing her
Like a dead, dried flower placed in water; her trust in me is actually just suicide disguised as hope.
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