Long Softness Poems
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Regardless of kingdom, class or division,
Whether labelled exotic, tropical or wild,
All white flowers are favored by my vision
As pure perfection, peaceful and undefiled.
White blooms whisper a symphony crescendo,
Dancing and thrilling my inner light with awe.
Ivory buds melt stress snarls to a mellow,
Spiritually enhancing, soul deep thaw.
My inner spark glows fresh, pristine elation
Beholding white petals thick, crisp purity.
Vivid white softens life with calm creation
Of unsullied, ideal clustered surety.
White flowers grow innocent serenity
Displays with chaste, passionate, pacifist ways
To gift bouquets of velvet tranquility
And genuine, snow-calm softness to my days.
Like a lighthouse defying the darkness with an unwavering light,
I've grown accustomed to sleeping with my eyes open, watching the edge of dreams,
afraid of being surprised by the veil of silence that falls unexpectedly,
seeking to hold the reins of this ephemeral world between my fingers,
until the final blink whispers a call toward unknown realms.
Like a lighthouse that refuses to fade at the break of day,
I keep the horizon of the sea captured in the enchantment of a desperate gaze,
I ask you to gently close my eyelids with the softness of a calm sunset,
for what was to be seen is already written on the canvas of time,
carefully draw these fine shutters over my eyes weary from watchfulness.
I hope the end comes late, in a night with a sky full of stars,
when the acacias shake their blossoms in a dance of scent and memories,
and silence settles gently, like a wave kissing the shore,
wrapping the story of life in a dream that will never be lost,
a dream in which the lighthouse's light will guide the soul toward eternity.
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Twiggy painted her lids white,
then drew the lines~
black brushstrokes stretching
beyond the corners,
as if her eyes were always
mid-flight, escaping
the confines of her face.
A trick of angles,
the way those lashes spiked
like radio antennae
searching for a signal
in the static of the decade.
Every blink became
a semaphore,
a Morse code of mascara
saying look at me
without needing
to speak.
Every mirror was a protest.
Every kohl line, a rebellion
against the softness
they expected us
post war girls to wear.
We girls copied the shape
with shaky hands,
practicing rebellion
in bathroom mirrors~
sharpening our glances
into weapons.
It was never just about the eyes.
It was about new identities
we claimed with
our orbits of rebellion.
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These are my words of life—
not bright enough to dazzle,
not gentle enough to save you,
but true enough to stay.
I did not borrow them from morning
or steal them from the mouth of a beautiful sunset.
They were learned the way stone learns weather:
by enduring.
I speak them without apology.
They have passed through fear
and did not die.
They have slept beside sorrow
and woke still breathing.
Love, I know now,
is not the softest thing—
it is what remains
when softness is worn away.
There were years when the world
asked me to disappear politely, permanently,
to make my silence less useful,
to mistake survival for shame.
They still come to my door without consent.
I have seen goodness broken
and still refuse to call it rare.
I have seen cruelty crowned
and still believe it temporary.
If I praise beauty,
it is not because it is safe,
but because it persists—
a green blade of grass
through a split in the road, it persists.
If I speak of light,
it is not the light of promise,
but the light that comes
after the promise fails
and something quieter keeps going.
These words do not rescue.
They do not forgive the unjust.
They stand, simply,
like a body that will not lie down
when told it is finished.
Take them or leave them.
They are not here to persuade.
They are here because I am.
And if tomorrow asks again
whether life is worth the cost,
I will answer without shouting yes:
Yes—
because I am still breathing.
I lay here and my thoughts are of this woman I dream.
The one that holds destiny's love in her hand.
The one my heart beats of nothing but hard thumps and blood pounding vain
I feel my muscles tritch.
She is all to which makes me happy.
Her smile, her bod, the way she looks at me with them eyes.
Enough to drive a man wildly insane.
It is there love is as two loves one another.
That of the peace and over whelming erge just to go crazy out one's mind.
It's there true love exsist in my heart as I hold her near.
Feeling that of her naked skin lye next to mine.
That of her sensurious curves I feel as my hands run wild.
That of the softness of her voice I hear even with eyes close she speaks no words.
Its just the impact she has left that I know she is there.
It was the words I love you in return I heard.
That to which touch so deeply my soul bleeds in tears.
It was there I knew love was as she shared her heart and passion in them
moments of intimatecy.
It was there I knew I had found my true love I long search for.
That of sweet kisses and a pure touch of a womans hand.
It was there I knew she care because them three words arent easy to say.
But there it lays!
I love you even through hard times with all my heart.
Because it's you that makes me feel free as my mind wonders in amaze.
Just that of having you struck me hard.
That it just took little while to grasp.
That everyday is non changing in my feelings for you.
Because everyday I feel like I love you even more.
As you and I swim the same ocean
I swim the vastness of it in search of you
There are no boundaries to what we can do
If I love you and you love me
The hidden shores are awaiting us
let us go then to paradise
You bring me in like a love struck dove
sitting on her perch
You have put a light in my heart that I
never thought was possible
Your love unwinds me like a ball of yarn
as we lay together as one soul
The love I have inside is just for you alone
as I feel the softness of your words
Your warmth fills my aching soul
I dream of your lips on mine
I had a dream that we shared a kiss once
It was a kiss that lasted forever
the rose is a beauty to behold
it is loved by most women on this earth
is it because the rose is like a woman?
when it opens up and spreads its petals
it shows the beauty within and the softness to the touch.
yet just like a woman it has its thorns to protect its beauty.
so is the woman who has been betrayed-she will never be the same
she will protect the beauty like a spider protects its web.
so this is what i see.
the beauty of a woman which is locked up inside
will bloom like a rose with nothing to hide.
her beauty will be admired by men of all nations
they'll try to get to her to feel the sensation.
the sensation of knowing she is the one
who could raise the setting sun.
so as men we have to take care
for once we get into their hair
they'll be no way of turning back
until she combs her hair and loosens up the slack.
she will have us like a spider has its web
and suck us dry until we're dead.
but! what a wonderful death it will be
as long as we live in harmony.
Your color is heart-break
Blue.
One could never get over
Loving on you.
There is something in
The way you move.
No barriers, you have
Nothing to prove.
You're radiant infectious
Smile.
You have a unique and
Mysterious style.
There is a warm softness
In your eyes.
Looking into them takes
You by surprise.
The refined glow of
Your energy.
You are forever etched
In my memory.
You forgot all about
Loving me.
This tainted love won't
Let me be.
You are one in ten million,
Hard to find.
You’re rare, A special
Design.
I could search this
World through.
Never find another
Like you.
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I celebrate my beloved and that which made her
The impassioned supercharged tenderness of her heart
The inexhaustible treasures of warmth and compassion
The strength that in horror retains beauty and clarity
I celebrate her heart. I celebrate her heart.
I celebrate my beloved and her spiritual masters
Leonardo Da Vinci, Monet, Michelangelo, Jesus
Her gentle wisdom, heavenly softness and ethereal majesty
Her mind focused on the exhalted and beautiful
Her unrelenting passion for the eternal
I celebrate her soul. I celebrate her soul.
I celebrate the sun and the earth, the rain and the trees
The cold perfect magnificence of the universe
The enlightened ecosystemic wisdom of nature
The warm luscious gentleness of woman's body
I celebrate the world. I celebrate the world.
I celebrate human will and individuality
The glorious co-creator within the universe
The seeker of justice and knowledge
The craftsman and fountainhead of progress
I celebrate mankind. I celebrate mankind.
I celebrate my beloved, for she contains all that is beautiful
And in her nature, God and civilization produce the most glorious consummation known to man
That reconciles pieces and gives a unified paradise.
Awaken, my soul, to the majesty of the universe.
Awaken, my soul, to the greatness of human spirit.
Awaken, my soul, to the glory of God.
Awaken, my soul, to the beauty of my beloved.
I wait upon the threshold, bare,
A hollow silence chills the air,
I call your name, but none reply,
Only my echoes, and they die.
Yet I linger, lost, sorrow on,
Yearning for a voice, long gone.
Hearing phantom calls everywhere,
You’re not there.
I remember when I held you near,
Your presence lingers, ghostly, clear,
I reach into the empty sphere,
As if you will embrace me here.
I hug and hold you tight with care,
But I only feel the cold air,
You’re not there.
A part of me believes you breathe,
Your milky scent drifts underneath.
I feel your softness, warm, distilled.
I see your eyes, blessing me still.
Though what's unreal is your stare,
You’re not there.
I dream, I weave our lives as one,
Together still, though it’s done,
In my mind, it’s you, always fair,
But none of this survival, I am aware,
You’re not there.
My future, past, vast, unfurled,
My everything, really, my entire world.
In the end, though all I could care,
You’re not there.
Even the brightest dreams descend
And you, perfection, came to an end.
You’re not there.
Nothing can compensate despair.
You’re not there.
You’re gone.
Rest in peace, baby. Whenever I look into the sky, I see you, the brightest star. I miss you, and I’ll always love you.