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Premium Member Blind

Hot as hell and bloated to burst,
I’m filled with this desire to tame.
You’re wild but I have such a thirst
as your shape fills my doorframe.

Overstimulated and underdressed? 
Proceed to the pernicious playroom.
I knew before your whisper confessed
that such intensity was not a costume.

Sweet is more than it seems my dear,
a dash of mouthwatering strawberries.
Mix in the heat of a Carolina Reaper,
I tend to become loud, my voice carries.

Have I raised a bit of interest yet,
do you possess a gambler’s mind?
Are you willing to place a small bet,
put on a scarf and enter my room blind?
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member two such separate worlds

I love summers
going with whim,
being with him.

What can compare
to no schedule, no plans,
the cool of martinis
or beachside bikinis?

an underdressed me,
outright hedonism,
shapeless Freedom.

I love Fall
The hustle of classes
their immediate demands
the need for fierce focus,
and the challenge of exams.

The overprepared me,
intense, mental involvement,
a future, academically solvent.

two such separate worlds
that can never collide
which is actually better?
I can't decide.

Both are simply systems with costs
the texture of one, depends on the other
and neither state is fully sustainable.
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Songs for this:
Wake Me Up When September Ends by First to Eleven
Another brick in the wall by Pink Floyd

In Bloom

The sparrows praised the morning sun,
He hugged the forest in his warm- outreached arms
The sun cascaded and grazed his fingers through every crisp leaf,
Over every sleepy tenant- illuminating their curiosity for each other

And the breeze laughed- happy to be alive
She laughed as she ruffed every tree,
All now fully dressed
She cackled down from the clouds and into every burrow

The family of trees just stood by watching the neighborhood awaken
Cousins rubbing elbows- Fathers shading their sproutlings
Creaking in quiet protest to the construction worker woodpeckers
Just happy at the turn of the weather

And the early blooming lilies gossiped to themselves
About the underdressed daisies
And the breeze disturbing their groomed leaves
And how the sun was too hot so early

The sky watching them all rejoicing,
For she wasn't alone anymore,
Left with bleeding ears from the squirrels complaints of the cold
Landlord to to all she welcomed them back to her care
In bloom was it all, and all was in bloom


March 1, 2023
In bloom poetry contest
Joseph May

Premium Member Oil And Water

At first glance, time had stopped.
The air felt light, a sweet scent followed the current.
A solar flare, there she stood.

Weeks of dreading, months of pondering.
Years of emotional tournament.
Was it all worth it?

Sleepless nights, mental starvation.
Loathing for that bright light,
always a little out of reach.

Freezing forests,
traces of growth exterminated.
Black skies weep droplets of sorrow.

Always too early, and always too late.
A path that splits in two, 
yet I’m always walking a familiar road.

An uninspired rhythm,
a melody lacking any hint of beauty.
It's nothing more than noise. 

Born to follow my heart, 
I can’t endure the harsh tune of hers.

It was always bad timing.
Underdressed and bold, overdressed and vulnerable.
There has always been an unspoken truth.

With wings clipped, unable to fly away.
Blood embedded in the snow, bones pierced.
Break through this barrier and reclaim the sky.

Soar as high as you want, my friend.
A galaxy heart, free to explore the universe.
Go, be at peace.
© Seth Pina  Create an image from this poem.

Waking Up In a Stranger’s Flat

I open my eyes.
All around me,
everything is unfamiliar:
unfamiliar wallpaper,
unfamiliar white leather sofa,
unfamiliar country.
I moved here to teach,
and here I am learning
that I’m underprepared,
underqualified,
underdressed,
and hungover.
 
He wouldn’t let me leave last night,
you see.
As the party was dying,
I coloured his bathroom
with oversweet Georgian wine
and washed down chicken wings
that came back up.
He decided:
I could miss the last metro,
sleep on this atrocious sofa,
recover.
 
Of course,
now it’s 7am,
and I have to teach a class
of engineers,
bridge builders,
about ing phrasal verbs
in less than two hours.
And I have to do it
with a hangover and a smile.
 
I think to myself
as I struggle with front door locks and keys
before climbing out of a downstairs window,
what a strange story this will be.
And yet waking up here,
it could be a whole lot worse
than this beautiful Baku sunrise.


10 Years In State Underdressed Wearing 50 Shades of Purple

To much information

For over 10 Year's now

Not unlike a Handmaids Tale

But not in Snow White Hat & Scarlett Cape 

My Uniform i regail in is rather that
Top 2 Toe in frustrated Solid Purple

The only touch that i have felt
over these said Baron Year's

Are in my Dreams have felt

And substitute they may be
I miss what i have dreamed
more and more each morning i awake

I realize this fact when i wake
so to my dreams disappear and the
only thing real left is me poorer and more lonely than 1 night before

In reality my Cup doth not runeth over
It is neither empty 
nor half full

It simply has only come to represent
Was what i took for granted
Was i would fall in love again
And once again feel sexual intimacy

But no dream over these past 10 + Year's

Can substitute 1 single smile upon your face

Nor galaxies i seen explode and dialate behind the pupils in your eye's when you writhed and screamed you were about to come

Nor can it replicate your sweet scented smell and feminine taste you radiate when your on heat

And the way you used to thank me for going down on you like somehow it was a chore nibbling and licking on your 2 pink lips the left ever so bigger than the right

Nor can a dream ever in a billion lifetimes compare with 1
memory of you in state of undress heaving breast, pert errect hard nipples telling me that you love me

No on off button
No reset
No restart
No 2nd chances
No Glitch
No Matrix
No Red or Blue Pill
No De Ja Vue
No life lessons
No advice

Mistakes are for Life

Played out in Dreams

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