What’s this feeling
that beats deep within
waiting for a chance to breathe
Waiting to see
Waiting to hear
eyes gone blurry
Blind to only the pain
And the time between
Words rip out
Leaving jagged wounds
Forced to the surface
Poems
Touch bloom
Touch bloom
Black and blue
Fading yellow
Old lines
Trust shattered
Sitting alone
Lost
Eyes pleading
But truth dies
Undiscovered
This is a poem I wrote for Twitter.
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Song of the Day
https://youtu.be/5ug3TnTX7d8
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Those that see
That which is dream is more than dream
That which is hope is more than hope
These words are the only touch I have
And the passing time begins to break me
Those that are loved are more than loved
Those that are seen are never hidden
These thoughts keep me seeking
And the thought that I’m missing something begins to break me
Those that speak are more than words
Those that desire are more than hoped
These thoughts physically hurt me
And the pain of speaking is only exceeded by the endless silence
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I’m
Shattered thoughts
Scattered rhymes
Waiting to touch, to hold
Waiting for the migraine to fade
Slipping into echoing silence
Wanting to share more than these words upon page
Longing to hear your voice
Wondering, in the grip of the possible
Stuck, not knowing where to go from here
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Lethe’s deliverance
Sleep is refuge
One borne of necessity
Dream takes me
But I’d much prefer
the warmth of you
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Photonic entropy
Last rays of light
Devoured by the ravenous
The night wakes
Some demons are worth the price
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Small breaks
Sleep with me in the dream
breathe break
Shattered reminisces
Wiped away
Sour laughter
Waits lurks
Pain beyond endurance
Step to the edge
Jump
The only regret
The last unstolen kiss
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Fahrenheit vs Celsius
This flow
This flawless drift
A musicless melody
Notes straining at the edge of their tethers
A glance that speaks the world
A touch set quake
Foundation laid bare
This edifice
This flawless failure
A baseless memory
Images flicker past dissolving into pigment
A hope that knows better
A taste forbidden, yearning
Words that drift and find no ear to hear
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Goals for the New Year
The smell of you in my throat
The taste of your orgasm on my tongue
The wet slickness of you slowly drying on my face
The clenched fist of desire in my pelvis
The shaft of me grown stiff and throbbing
The ache of your lips wrapped around me
The pressure and heat of your tongue
The scent of winter rain
The thrumm of us moving in concert
The pain of handcuffs suspended
The ecstatic breathe that slips past the constriction of my hands
The feel of your leash in my pocket
The weight of you in my lap and arms
The sight of you kneeling at my feet
The sound of leather striking skin
All packaged up, running through my head and nerves
When you say
Sir
Pelgris 