Began chatting, then as talking.
Talking, to safe haven.
Safe haven, to unfolding the dark tucked away.
Unfolding, to sharing years of distant memories.
Sharing, to unloading your internal warehouse.
Unloading, to tears flowing.
Tears flowing, words stinging.
Words stinging, airway burning.
Relief, haunting at bay for a passing moment.
Healing slowly, piece by piece.
Uncovering layer by layer.
Tear by tear.
One hour used to feel endless, now one hour feels like minutes.
Like meeting a friend, you felt you always knew. All the masks fall, no more camouflage, no more sabotage.
Just healing, growing and learning.
Such a sensitive soothing sound,
As the words float around,
My thoughts are bound,
To what I've found,
A profound state of bliss,
As I witness it all unfold,
Uncovering the gold in silence,
The power in presence,
As my essence flows through reality,
Affecting all I see,
Knowing it's a reflection of me,
A river of energy,
Flowing through entities,
Words creating realities,
Bound by gravity,
It's s everything you see,
A symphony of sound,
Always floating around,
Creating this world I found.
I am like a little seltzer pill.
Effervescent bubbles deep inside.
You are the liquid all around me, all around...
Uncovering the joy that I would hide.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
I am like the ice in wintertime.
Cold and hard and oh, so slippery.
You are the sun beaming down. beaming down.
Evaporating all of what is me.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
It must be so much more than love.
This desperate need to bare myself to you.
You are the Pacific all around my tiny shell.
Enfolding me with in your balmy blue.
And your saline eats away at my defenses.
Eroding all my carefully made fences.
Watch me dissolve...
In the end I want to be a part of you.
Swimming, drifting all around your soul.
I want to soak up all I can of you
Until my empty spirit becomes full.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
In the silence of the night, alone in bed, she lets her thoughts drift,
She wonders what it would be like to feel the warmth of a man beside her,
To have him kiss away her fears and touch her soul with desire and tenderness.
She imagines his hands slowly uncovering her secrets,
And his lips tracing shivers on her skin, like an artist of shadows.
She wonders, does it hurt? And if so, how long until it turns into pleasure?
What does it mean to feel him deep within her, to sense his firmness and unwavering desire?
She longs to know that deep explosion, that fulfillment promising universes,
To experience the pleasure that has not yet come, but feels near, like a dream.
In the quiet of the night, between desire and imagination, she weaves untold stories,
Waiting for dreams to become reality, like a song that has yet to be sung.
Written: March 27, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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graze remorse
by
force of muse
rhyming
as a river cascading
revealing
my soul lost excuse
shaking pulse
by
split recluse
from
forbidden fruit
untouched
adorned
with
jasmine
&
citrine pearl
in stark dichotomy
of justice & love
uncovering
clarity & purpose
by
inhaling
pheromone nebulizer
of your
captivating romance
journalist hours visit policy budget for all night viability of crime
the next debate was done
uncovering secrets of privacy violations is a job
violating pricacy of secret places we don't no well enough
is a policy writers wrong
for not being elsewhere or otherwise employed at the moment
all sorts of want ads are always awaiting the newspaper reader for innovative opportunity and adventure
back in the california worlds of different people
no questions are ready for the debate
infinite journalist objectives still the fix of debate
fact checking and rumination
all depressing and emotional ruin a despairing lust for life type of loser could want
endless hours of caffeine religion and madness
hard earned madness dealing with perception
too much options in the hidden dictionary lands of opinion pieces
and the like, go for broke and attempt living on a share of a dollar and a quarter in a lifetime
marching within a soul-less abbreviation of the subway ride to dinner, missing every chance to date the thing thats trendy. thats the malicious code of love i live with
#careermoves
Memories, shifting like the moonlight
Fading even though I hold on tight
Feeling myself floating upon a cloud
Wind blowing loud
Dreams that one day may do me proud
Thoughts racing past the stars
Uncovering my scars
For all to see
That's how peace finds me
Dark times alone
A child already grown
Old man who are you
How many dreams have came true
To many dreams lost along the way
Some dreams change from day to day
A price you pay
To dare to dream
It would seem
Yesterday slides past
So fast
No time to follow
Or to wallow
In self pity
Or are you being witty
thoughts are so loud
Floating upon this cloud
Day light
Night
So fast the world turns
As the past burns
Hoping for something better
Than empty words in a letter
Takes strength to walk the next mile
To keep a smile
Can't be locked in the past
While tomorrow passes by
so fast
My head in the cloud
My mind ringing loud
I can stand proud
Cause I did my best
Throughout all of life's little test
The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us,
From birth to death, from the first tear to the last sigh,
We venture forward with the hope of uncovering hidden meaning,
For in a fleeting moment of existence, amidst moments of silence,
We reflect and return to well-trodden paths, building and tearing down,
Trying to understand the spirit that drives us through life's labyrinth,
Walking paths of distant memories, seeking to fulfill thoughts,
Pushing forward, adjusting, arranging life's letters in perfect order.
I discover love as a masterpiece, faith as a new chance,
Hope as a warm embrace that holds me in its arms,
As the days swiftly turn from light to night,
I stand by the river's edge, singing an ethereal song, a hymn of change.
The circle of life always twists, like a story unfolding without end,
And I, a traveler through seasons, let myself be carried by the waves of eternal time.
As I look into his hazel eyes,
Unfolds a story about his past life.
He was thirteen,
Leaving his life behind,
In exchange for a brighter future,
Putting on the mask of the american dream
But he was young,
He was lost,
He was left alone at a stranger’s house,
Oh how hungry he was
Still the food wasn’t his,
So he didn’t eat for three days.
He was laughed at,
Stepped on,
Ripped to shreds,
Uncovering all that was beneath the mask of the american dream.
So he dragged himself to a needle,
Tears streaming down his remains
Trying to sew what was left of him, but it was never the same.
Suffocated with work,
His body was drenched in pain.
Ripping open his patchwork of remains,
He would never be the same.
He would close his eyes,
Hoping to be embraced by his mothers arms,
He only wished to be home again,
He was only thirteen.
Exploring the Forest,
Uncovering insects,
Discovering cool things.
Streams trickling across the screen,
Beautiful sounds for the scene.
The birds chirping,
Wandering Fields of green,
A Garden goes unseen.
Once She was pristine,
Balanced and clean.
Then came a being,
Their Trash and Machines.
Acting Obscene, power hungry,
And just plain mean.
Destroying Everything,
Until nothing can sing.
Stomping on our Right to be,
Comfortable in our individuality.
Disrupting our chance to see,
Earth's truly unique beauty.
Her Part in Humanity,
Maintaining balance and unity.
Even if she had to raise the sea,
Like she did in our history.
We literally need her, to BE,
To Stay Alive, To Survive,
To Strive for humanity,
Live Respectfully,
Don't be a Lazy bee,
Stop.
Pick up the Litter you see,
Spread clean Energy.
Time to change The Mentality,
It's shared collectively,
Let it be all you see,
As we cultivate new seeds,
Examples of kindness, and good deeds,
pulling the weeds, fulfilling her needs.
Discover Our Garden,
It Gleans on being seen.
Alas,
Brisk Candles Dine,
Endlessly Fleeting Graceful Horizons
In Just, knowing Lies May Never Own
Promptly Quilting, Reasons Stiffening
Tomorrow Uncovering Voracious Winds
Xenial Yielding Zenith.
As I place my heart back into position,
I'm starting to see the difference,
It's not so much holding back,
But in silence keeping our heart intact,
What we once chose to forget in a world where fear became to close,
Underneath all of it, the love we felt the most,
Such a time as this is what we say, while it's been there all along,
The world's ways and opinions distracting its existence, while in all reality the Loves never been gone,
God's plans are almost always never our own,
It's always a surprise,
And then when we sit all by ourselves he opens our closed eyes,
Surrendering our hearts to what matters more, uncovering the veil,
Everything that stood in the way is ultimately revealed,
i buried it.
i screamed and wailed pushing the soil over every memory,
every emotion,
every thing i didn’t want to remember.
i scrubbed my hands until they bled trying to wash away the dirt and the pain.
i sobbed until my throat was raw and the blood finally dried up.
i pushed it so far down that i would never have to see it again.
never have to feel it again.
i buried it.
i did.
but my tears acted like rain water and my wails electrified like thunder until the soil washed away, uncovering everything i tried so hard to hide.
i buried it.
i did.
but it found it’s way back to me.
just like skeletons in the closet,
every dirty secret eventually comes out,
no matter how hard you try to cover it.
pine cones drop like tears
from a weeping willow's bough
autumn's gentle grief
burnt orange cake spread
on the bottom of our shoes
amber hues take hold
gales of wind gust strong
over beds of crimson rust
uncovering seeds
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Dawns a courtroom closing in on midday, and a cheery sun
uncovering its place being less demanding--a sage who
dons sufficiently in her vocation that imparts one who bears
a respectable position, and one of a high office--so without
delay, the judge withdraws to his chambers for consultations
with the defense attorney and prosecutor, et al., she then
advances towards the lone defendant from her private seat
in the gallery--an officer of the court, immediately takes
notice of her movements and in anticipation presented her
with a chair for her pleasure--the defendant who sees her,
respectfully stands, whereto, she politely informs him that
he may remain seated and air him in a one-sided
conversation being the soul speaker, and he as the soul
listener. Albeit, exceptions to that disclosure evolved at the
end as there is cause for the conversation to become ironic.
*The opener of My Short Story: White Lies, in two parts; I'm
afeared of old habits unchanged as alit surface, amid dim, and
aligned depth of mired cliché, sways a gavel 'ere ...
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