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my first poe

You are the beach I am the sea

We belong together you and me

There are moments my desires exceed what’s allowed

But the laws of the universe repel my over reach

It bids me go so far and no more

A forbidden love is a hidden love

Though limited , it’s very much enjoyed

The restraints we have are nice and only adds to the wonder between you and I

Everything is so classy by design

The perfect gentleman

The most gracious lady

Just the way attraction was always meant to be

You remind me of the old romantic movies

The lady is the one really in control

As she gets to determine how far it goes

The waves lash

The waters run up the shore as far as they can go

Only to be repelled and sent back again

Just like our desire.

To repeat the process over and over

tonight we made love twice in the 5D. i touched myself alone twice in the 3D. used my hands because i don’t even have 1D. the Os felt flat.

If I could make it back to you,

I would forget my trembling

voice and hands.

I would forget my insecurities,

you would take me as I am.

I would fall into you helplessly

and not care who was around.

I wouldn't care if I fell to the ground.

I would show you everything,

even the tears I was afraid

for you to see.

I would forget my weaknesses

and give you all the strength

I had possibly left in me.

I love you.

I just wish that i was honest from the beginning,
For the things that i was and did not want you to uncover
Your eyes crafted of the purest jade
Pure as the virtue within your eyes
I wonder if i am good enough for you baby
Because all I think about is the times of self doubt about my love
Of how undeserving I have been of your love
Love as beautiful as origami
But as strong as titanium
I yearn for you as the stars above our night sky
Explored by no living person
Thinking about what lies within them
And I hope you feel the same…

I am unraveled, quietly,
by the shape of your
eyes.
They hold some tired
constellation.
some midnight language
I cannot translate
without shivering.

Your brows curve like
careful pencil strokes,
as though they were
drawn with intention.
And your hair rest
beautifully,
like it belongs only to you
And no one else could
wear it the same.

You sketch worlds with
soft hands.
Even your drawings
seem alive with a pulse.
I watch you create things
the way storms create
oceans.

Your voice arrives soft as
paper,
Yet leaves fractures in
me like glass.
And still your eyes
continue,
fighting to confess
what your lips conceal.

(This poem is about my current crush I made after an awkward phone call. We both have a thing for each other, sadly we’re only 2 days in. So I got a bit high and this is my 3rd time doing a poem, but my first time doing it on free will. And I hope it’s mediocre.

I’ve survived things

that came at me loud,

things that didn’t hide

what they were,

that showed teeth early

and made it clear

I wasn’t meant to walk away untouched,

and I learned how to stand in front of that

without folding,

learned how to read danger

like a second language,

how to feel the shift in a room

before it turned on me,

how to brace

without being told to brace,

and there’s something easier

about that kind of pain,

because it tells you what it is,

it gives you edges

you can cut your hands on

and still understand

where it came from,

even when it breaks you

it makes sense after,

you can point to it,

name it,

say that’s where it happened,

but I never learned

how to exist in something soft,

something that didn’t raise alarms,

something that didn’t ask me

to protect myself

before I even stepped into it,

you felt like that,

not something I had to survive,

something I could rest in,

and I’ve never been good at resting,

so when I did

I didn’t just sit down,

I laid everything down,

every wall,

every instinct that ever told me

to hold something back,

I took everything that kept me safe

and set it aside

like I wouldn’t need it anymore,

because you didn’t feel

like something that would hurt me,

you felt like something

that would hold me,

and I gave you everything

like that was true,

not carefully,

not measured,

fully,

the way you give

when you finally believe

you don’t have to survive

the thing you’re standing in,

and for a while

it felt right,

not perfect

but real enough

for me to stay,

real enough

for me to keep pouring

without asking

if anything was being held

on the other side,

and you didn’t stop me,

and that’s what breaks it open,

you didn’t say

this isn’t something

you should be giving like that,

you didn’t say

I can’t hold this,

you just stood there

letting me give

without ever deciding

to take it the same way,

and I felt it,

in the way I had to reach further

to feel the same thing,

in the way I started stretching moments

so they felt like more

than they were,

in the way I convinced myself

this is just time,

this is just space,

this is just something

that will eventually

meet me where I am,

because the truth

would’ve made me step back,

and I didn’t want

to step back from you,

so I stayed,

and I kept giving

to something

that never once asked me to

but also

never once stopped me,

and that’s where it really hurts,

not that you took anything,

you didn’t,

you just never held it,

and I kept pouring

like something in me believed

if I gave enough

it would become something

that could keep me,

until it didn’t,

and nothing broke,

nothing shattered,

nothing ended in a way

I could point at

and say that’s where it stopped,

it just… wasn’t there anymore,

and I was left

with everything I had given

still in my hands

with nowhere to put it,

and that kind of pain

doesn’t scream,

it stays,

it sits in your chest

like something unfinished

you don’t know

how to let go of

because it was never taken from you,

and I survived everything

that tried to break me,

everything that showed itself

before it struck,

everything that made sense

even when it hurt,

I knew how to live through that,

I just didn’t know

how to survive

something that felt gentle

and still

didn’t keep me,

I survived all the snakes

but a butterfly

is what killed me.

It's easier to hate the adult than to save the child who will become them

We despise the monster, but refuse to save the child who becomes one

It's easier to punish the wound than to break the blade

We despise the damage, but won't prevent the trauma

It's easier to hate the patient than to cure the disease

We punish symptoms, ignore causes, and watch the cycle repeat 

It's easier to condemn the broken than to prevent the breaking

We punish people for surviving what we allowed to happen to them

You are the only sin I could call holy.

The poison in my blood.

My one and only.

The serpent in my Eden,

Yet I still taste the fruit.

Everything is freedom,

Yet my mind remains in chains,

Boundless yet in your grace.

You are my prison,

Yet this floor isn't cold.

The line between danger and desire

Forever occupied by you my dear.

You are my eighth deadly sin,

The one felt on your lips.

My forever set aflame,

And my heart is yours to burn.

My raw desire,

Consumed beneath your gaze.

If this is hell,

Let your arms be my eternity.

Let me rest here,

Upon this prison floor.

Let me be the sin you never name.

No more flashes, no more frames,

No more whispers calling names.

The phone stays closed, the screen goes black,

I’m done with pictures that come back.

Your body’s yours, not a file to keep,

Not a secret I’ll store while you sleep.

Love isn’t captured in pixels or light,

It’s in the quiet, in the hold at night.

Bury me alive and let my skin crawl from inside out,
If that is what it takes to feel you close to me,
fall me from grace and send me to the darkest corners of the
Earth, if it is there, I can find you. I will go.
If I say, stay and you need me to beg on my knees
naked underneath a red moon.
I will bargain with the gods to make the conditions
So I can do as you say.
Don't you see I will do anything for you,
just to be yours. Isn't this what you want,
undying love, someone to die for you?
I'm willing, I offer everything I am, to you.
Even after this, you are not sure. 
I had to ask you what do you want from me? If not this.

Words interwoven

Connected like an inseparable fabric .

Our words becoming one

Our thoughts united

The beauty of conversation where your words become mine and my words become yours

I know you can feel it and I feel it too .

Those moments when kindred spirits become connected

You speak my language and I speak yours

Our words meld

Our minds meld

Our wills meld

It is good to make a sweet connection .

I have to make a confession 

You are my biggest obsession

Not to say that I want you as a possession

(Unless we're talking within a session)

Your absence leaves me in a great depression

With maybe even a hint of regression

Whatever choice you make it is at your own discretion

I am not the type of person to lead with oppression

All I really desire is some form of progression

Without causing some inexcusable transgression 

How to accomplish that…is the ultimate question

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Thoughts grow like grass

And I chew them,

And chew them...

And I draw the wet cud

Through cavernous rumen.

I can never seem

To let a thought be.

Once I think,

The think keeps on getting thunk,

And, eventually, caught

In the reticulum.

A web that catches,

And with every snag snatches

Back my attention.

A long

Winding road

To mental digestion.

I draw it back through,

This final stomach supposedly "true."

If only clandestine

To think itself again

Through the small intestine.

Ruminant thoughts

Over fights

No one fought.

Grief stood outside my door, her presence growing harder to ignore.
For I had seen her out there before, unsure of what I was waiting for.
Eventually, I let her in.
She softly said, "darling, where do I begin?"
Not sure how long this meeting would last,
we sat and talked about the past.
And with that being said,
tears were surely shed.
But she gently held my hand,
and suddenly, each feeling became easier to understand.
While time no longer seemed to exist,
"will you stay longer?" I insist.
Silly me, not to have invited you in before-
now I place a "welcome, grief" mat at my door.
❤️‍🩹

L.J.A

Hi, I’m just here to share 2 poems that I wrote. I have no experience in writing poems but I hope people appreciate this. I wrote them when I was on a low.
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Souls unveiling,
warm blanket of the day-star
encased our fleshy-prison.
Further sailing, drifting,
out on the whale-path.
The feeling of earth’s breath
tickling my fingers.
The beat of drums building,
thunders and echoes.

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Dark eyes, starry-eyed.
my phone, a source of light.
If eyes are windows to the soul,
Souls are like stars.
Pure, gleaming with light.
Phone so bright yet a void.
A void deep and dark,
A black hole eating stars.

i love you. i’m not agreeing, nor responding, my love has just as much meaning.

“too” sounds like a mirror of your words in my mouth. but this love? this is mine.

i want my words to stand tall and bold, saying it first even if you already have.

i love you— and not because you do, not as a reply, but as a full sentence of my own.

I’ll find someone else

And you will too

But she won’t be me

And he won’t be you

You’ll always miss us

I kept you on your toes

You kept me laughing

But nobody knows

I’m too good to be hidden

You’ve locked me away

But you can’t commit

So I can’t stay.

I wish I was the book
Pulled often from the shelf
In eagerness to read
To be held, in soft hands
Fingering the spine, familiar
In gentleness
To crack and fall open
With a sigh
And a lick of your finger
To lightly caress
Each fine page
Encouraging them to turn
And reveal themselves to you
The words inside, to be consumed
I wish I was
A story you loved
You wrote your name inside
Laying claim
To keep as yours
Forever