Long Pull away Poems
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Slowly I am drifting, fluttering across a lush and green meadow,
seeking out the life giving nectar of your flower.
Your ruby red pedals spread wide and inviting,
anticipating my arrival.
Gently I land upon your silken but firm pedal.
I kiss you softly as I move slowly across your surface
towards the soft and sensual spot
that hides your precious gift.
Caressing and probing with maddening desire
I thrust inside you.
Overwhelmed with ecstasy and pleasure
I drink the delectable essence of your being.
I drink your life giving juices
until I am drunk with your intoxicating liquid
and can no longer feel the wings upon my back.
I pull away to recover my senses.
Slowly I regain control
and caress you softly with my pollen covered hands
then bid you farewell.
As I lift away with sadness in my heart
I am comforted to know
that I will find you again next spring.
Depression and Its Quiet Weight
Depression is one of those things people think they understand until they’ve actually felt it. From the outside, it can look like sadness or laziness or a “bad day.” But on the inside, it carries a weight that’s hard to put into words heavy in a way that doesn’t always show on someone’s face but changes almost everything about how they move through the world.
For many people, depression turns everyday life into something that feels almost too big. Simple things like getting out of bed, answering a message, walking into school, even smiling start to feel like mountains instead of moments. It isn’t because they don’t care. It’s because their energy is being drained by emotions that are constantly pressing down on them: exhaustion that sleep can’t fix, emptiness that doesn’t make sense, and a loneliness that can show up even in a crowded room.
One of the hardest parts is how invisible it can be. People become experts at hiding it behind jokes, good grades, perfect makeup, or being “the strong one.” They show up, they laugh at the right time, they say they’re fine because it feels easier than explaining something they can’t fully explain themselves. The outside world rarely sees the quiet moment, the ones where a person sits with their thoughts and wonders why everything feels so heavy when nothing “big” happened. Depression doesn’t always come from one event; sometimes it grows from a hundred tiny moments and pressures stacking up until it becomes too much to carry alone.
It also affects relationships in ways most people don’t realize. Someone with depression might pull away not because they want to be alone, but because they don’t want to be a burden. They might stop texting back because they can’t find the right words. They might withdraw because they’re scared people will get tired of the ups and downs. And even though they want support, asking for it can feel terrifying; like admitting something they fear will make them seem weak, broken, or dramatic.
The love you had is there no more just like the closing of a door .
The coldness you have is in your eyes without any love that’s no surprise .
I have lost your heart and the passion we had to stop loving me you must have been sad.
I reach out my hand in a tender touch but you pull away did I hurt you that much.
I didn’t see it coming I must of been blind you no longer love me I’m left miles behind.
I thought there was a future but I did not see you had a future but not with me.
You still haven’t told me why your love died I suppose I will never know the reason you hide.
But my love is forever it never dies even though I can see the hate that is in your eyes.
We lie together, you there,
me here.
I reach for you and you, melting into your pillow,
pull away
turning slowly, your message
is clear,
there is nothing, just emotional disarray.
Under the darkening sky I whisper
to you,
the words but an echo in the fading
light.
I listen to the clock tick, our lives
askew.
The dysphonic sound echos our plight.
The more I love you, the less
you care.
My passion swelters, my anger
flares,
but with melting indifference, you just
lie there
as the hole in my heart continually tears.
Your love a landscape of stark
indifference
as time melts slow into
the night.
Me, I'm lost, somewhere out in the
distance,
and you, just out of frame, hide in plain sight,
...as time melts slow into the fading light.
05/07/16
Based on Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory"
I’m going to possess you as I undress you
Peel away every other dream
Layers of broken promises
That cover your heart
Fall to the floor
There with your shirt
Discarded they lie
Crumpled
I unbuckle your belt
That binds
The failed romance
I pull away from your being
In my firm grip
Suspended in space
For a time
Enough for you to see
My relish as I let it drop
With eyes fixed up at you
I unbutton each inhibition
That keeps your tenderness
concealed
Forcing the covering down to the ground
Helping you kick it away
As I reach for what you hide
There inside
I uncover your strength
Now evident, seen
I take possession of you
Bit by bit
As I take you in
And push out every other thought
Of anyone you ever sought
I....take....possession
Yes!
Keep your eyes WIDE OPEN
Don’t think
Don’t blink
I’m here
Look at me
LOOK AT.....ME!
In my eyes
No lies
No disguise
I mesmerize
Hypnotize
Make you VISUALIZE
ME
My flowing back hair
Your only true covering
All you'll need
I feed
Feel me take control
Body, mind, and yes….I'll take your soul
As I devour you whole
I nibble and taste
Not a bit of haste
Hearing you beg and plead
In need
Now….
yes….now...
F~**R~**E~**E~**D*****
FREED!!!!
And I sigh
Satisfied
I see you crumple
As down you lie
Depleted of self
Depleted of her
Depleted of everything
Everything but me
P O S S E S S E D!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I have seen a thousand smiles,
Heard a hundred names spoken sweet,
But none ever lingered
In the way your silence lingers in me.
You -
Made the mystery feel sacred itself,
Never chasing a crowd,
And with your quiet presence,
I found poems I couldn't write.
Those glimmers -
Unintentionally gentle yet,
Intentionally abyssal!
No diamonds cut deeper than that,
Oh dear, his eyes carry the kind of forever,
Even sonnets envy!
I pull away from every hand,
Not because I fear love.
But because when the soul found home,
No imitation could be the melody,
Swaying in quiet wonder!
So if one day you feel a strange warmth,
A soft tether settling into your chest,
Know that it's my love;
Unspoken and covert,
Yet endlessly endless!
The well of wealth attraction
The beginning of our destruction
The source of wealth turned source of death
Yet daily we grow deeper into debt
On our soil, they shed their blood in the name of interest
How and what feel is none of their interest
Our leaders they will not allow to res
It is either you grant their interest
Or become an enemy of the West
Those that called their bluff are called terrorists
Their blood they use to paint our streets
Millions of barrels they daily pull away
In return giving us money for sweet
What sin did we sin?
We are simply in possession of the fountain.
I am a stormcloud
Eternally roaming yet visibly stationary
Loud and proud, yet intangible
And raindrops keep falling from my head
People accept me for what I bring
That I am not a permanent fixture
But something that'll keep their fields from drying
And raindrops keep falling from my head
The only shaman who defended my existence
Swung their rope and arms around me
Tethered to the earth and strongly beloved
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
And we both pray our futile prayer
That I can roar eternally into the night
Never casting away that which clearly bound us
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
Ever colder, exposed to the light
I pull away from the mirror
A thousand black strands lining my sink
As raindrops that fell from my head
Exposing the flesh beneath
A curiosity I've kept hidden for years
Yet cursed by my family name and gender
Raindrops keep falling from my head
And I asked that shaman long ago
"Will you still love me when it's gone?"
And they replied as I hoped, that it was eternal
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
Now that shaman pulls away
As my flesh is revealed and my sink is buried in black
I was a fool to believe I could ever be loved
If raindrops kept falling from my head
Many say that everyone gives up on them. The sad reality, is that all to often, this is painfully true.
But then, you find someone. Someone different. Someone who has endured more for you than anyone else has. Someone who has over & over proven to be true to you. Someone who has proven to be trustworthy, loyal, honest, & care for you through thick and thin. They hold tightly to you no matter what you throw at them, simply because they love you.
Now, picture that person physically embracing you. You hold them at first. But soon your arms start to grow tired. You begin to question it. "Why would this person so strongly embrace me, when everyone else has walked away?" You begin to lose faith in this person's promise to you. Although they continue to embrace you; you loosen your grip.
Further contemplating, you begin to doubt your own worth. Moreso, you second guess this other person that is so tightly bound to you, & you drop your arms to your side. Although they still hold you tightly, you continue to doubt: "Why should I put forth the effort for someone who will surely walk away?" You are certain that the effort's worthless. But despite convincing yourself that it's too good to be true, they still hold you tightly. They love you. They have no reason, nor desire, to leave you.
You don't understand why they are still there. It's almost bothersome. "Why are they still holding so tightly, when SURELY they will leave in the end?" It makes you uncomfortable, so you begin to pull away. But they just pull you back. They remind you that they are here to stay. They hold you tighter, & insist it will be okay. All they ask is that you have faith in them; as they have had faith in you.
You won't have it. You can't. So you begin to fight them off. But while you push, shove, and try to beat them away, they do not fight back; they only continue to hold you.
You finally manage to pry their arms off of you, but they barely catch you with their hands; & again pull you close.
You struggle & fight to rip them off of you. "Noone could possibly want to stay this badly, it doesn't make sense!" The thought of someone loving you so much doesn't seem real, so it scares you. You can't be hurt again. So you must fight off any potential heartache...
To be continued...
I finally went dancing again
This time my partner was a ghost from the past
Their movements so fluid that it felt like I was on an island
Their touch so cold I thought I would catch hypothermia
Their face so distorted colors bent and contracted around them
We twirled and waltzed throughout the night
We both knew the steps
One step, two step, pause, pull away, pull them in, twirl
But something was different
I could no longer feel that spark that once was there
That electric feeling that sent shivers down my spine is gone
I feel nothing as our eyes meet
I don't feel the rhythm in my heart
I don't feel a sweet sensation meeting my taste buds
All that once was is gone
I guess that's what it means to dance with a ghost.