#twcpoetryhijack

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

when did you start to abandon your strength...your might

when did you let him seize your essence, your grace leaving wounds that scar

when did fear grip you tight underneath a pendulum’s sway robbing your inner love

when did you forget every piece every part of your true whole self?

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when days drift to tomorrows and memories finally fade when every corner doesn’t become a chance to run into you…again after a lifetime of days longing for just that one day i’ll be free to be me once more if only i could remember what for

forgetting you  is what i fail at the most

and the years roll by

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Mixed Realities

her skin absorbs all color eats it and all i can do is stare

i am the absence of all color i lack so...i want crave lust knead need her

we are the grey the storm the future

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scars are never straight they are crooked and jagged and red and purple they are created from bent knives dull and rusted they heal wrong and require constant care if they are to heal at all scars are ugly until they are understood then… and only then… can be beautiful

…and they can be beautiful this i know

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her reflection was the universe the matter  the dark all the stars and moons  she was 14 billion years and moving faster than light travels expanding forever

i am small in the mirror a distant…

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you need not speak of your demise to echo in the air or sense the bitterness of ruin do not fade drift distant  or sink beneath river's floor

woman…

strength pulses through your veins borne upon your words those words elevate and you SHALL speak of life of flames unscathed you can thrive and feed imbibing pure waters

woman…

reject the beasts' falsehoods without you, all is for nothing

woman…

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passion alights my veins...like wildfire eager to ignite the night with every glance aching for delivery, i tremble with desire each breath a scandal...a silent caper in the quiet, our bodies speak in magnitudes words unspoken but known in every touch tranquil, the vessel for our love's blooms where every pause is a promise, a clutch

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in the hush of night's tender kiss there walks a vision of pure lust a lithe grace in every stride an allure that cannot be ignored

her eyes...like pools of moonlight hue drawing you in, as even the stars stare the tantalizing curve of her hips inviting desire in a seductive earthquake

her laughter dances on the breeze a song that softly sways each movement...a graceful chassé awakens my heart from slumber

her chiseled form...a sculpted masterpiece a canvas to allow passion's release with every pirouette, she ignites a Picasso leaving us all charred in her flames

oh...she's a temptress and a muse a ballet of lust and want in her presence i lose all senses lost in the ecstasy of her design

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i no longer reflect the man I once was the words I penned ...fueled by hate anger my only muse pain tainted my attempts at beauty inauthenticity...glaringly evident then, you entered my world us together...transforming me no longer the fool behind unread words i now reflect the poetry within us both

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words danced through my days she pleasured my nights

in sunlight...life scripted in candles glow, it was impassioned

words are my oxygen she is my existance

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i sense her curves revealing where she starts where she ends melting seamlessly i caress her boundaries where she unravels and i...

intervene untying slivers fraying fragments at their seams threads torn leaving traces and scattering constellations across her... …our cosmos that forever... …never ceases

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some days...i'm okay others i'm exhausted

i need a break i want to rest loving everyone...but losing myself am i making sense? i hope so

waiting for a break then i'll feel better need to clear my mind

sorry for disappearing losing track of myself on my way back to me

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...and not only that,

you killed all the love in me as well

you are the worst sort of love

...my love

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the night air is cool once more and I find solace in your ghost touch some nights it feels as though you understand my longing each night your warmth follows me intimately speaking volumes without words engaging in playful dances peeking through curtains of shadows a silhouette only you could recognize i do not understand how you do it but you always do…you always do

i shall join you shortly, my beloved very soon

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

time erodes all

there is no avoiding it

maybe prolonging it

but one day it will come

so let’s not talk of a love that lasts forever

let’s talk of a love that lasts the night

and consider ourselves lucky

some never get even that