#smittenbypoetry
origami bones
Opening a dance of folded grace
crawling out from under the paper weight
these origami bones can’t stay
creased too long in one place
pressed precisely into position
but the scuffs and bruises of indecision
still mar complex arrangement of limbs
and so I collapse and start over again
n.a.
Last night I was swimming in the sunset, the way it bled into the ocean was like a hug and a kiss together.
n.a.
* tattooed ache *
I feel your heart
inside my own
pulsing
consistently breathing me back
to life
peace fills me
as I melt into your calm
bare
naked, exposed
I am before you
my layers and skin unravel
in ribbons at your feet
unknown worlds cradled in hands
your song tattooed upon my soul
tasting tears, swallowing laughter
loving in ache
you,
you, my love
you are everything
© ScriptedSilence. All rights reserved
* a poet *
loving a poet can bring forth
moments of ultimate euphoria,
as well as pain that you feel
into the depths of your core
poet is the religion and the muse the deity
for the muse,
you ache, you please, you desire
while on bended knee
you break
passion consumes
thoughts overflow into words
beauty and pain are seen deeply through the
mind’s eye,and even more potent
in the depths of the soul
when a poet loves,
every pulse of the heart will cascade
that love will be made immortal
by the power of words
flesh touched by ink stained hands
making love by the song in which your love created
the melody of words imprinted upon the heart
the lyrics tattooed upon
every inch, every crevasse of the skin
your love becomes a poem
etched under the layers
the memory lingering
long after both hearts depart
your poem is forever aching
under that fine lining burning through
your veins
a poet has a restless heart
say nothing for hours
and never at complete peace
a continuous search within
never completely satisfied
words overflow onto paper
yet there is never a full understanding settled
the mind races, the heart aches
the soul longs
many emotions are never spoken
yet every truth of thought
flows with fluidity through the ink
loving a poet
is to live constantly on the edge of darkness
but forever, in the light
of beauty
© ScriptedSilence. All rights reserved
i was seven years young
the first time i dreamed
of the papillon,
dancing through the garden.
and even now,
i sense the nostalgia those wings bring;
a reminder of a kind of magic
found only there,
amongst the flowers of my mind.
there is no more to do
but sit
wrapped in wool & a good read
palmful of soft blanket,
pulled up to my chin
restful, in the wake of the day
peaceful, in the very best way
magnify the magic you manifest in your mind…
expand your examples so they soar…
let whimsy take you on a whirlwind romance…
and may the shock of it all leave you in awe.
i have a new addiction
to the vices i call ‘medicine’ -
but i promise it’s prescribed
chocolate, for the tears
coffee, for the head
oxytocin, for the heart
and when in need,
take all combined.
Polish my pearl
Deep sea diver
Wet your whistle
Whilst whetting
Synced appetites
Gild the lily
Plucking petals prettily
I’ve taken a shine to you
Making me feel all shimmery
Aglow with the flow
From you to me seamlessly
You see, eye to eye
Mind to mind we connect
My heart thumps faster
At the mere thought of you
My body can’t help but react…
And I’m beyond pleased by that
im so srs humans were made for art and friend and food and beddy bye. i mean this
and help each other. humans were made for help each other
What if there existed no other language on earth except something deeply symbolic: a handshake, a hug, a kiss. The sheer capacity of the human body to express by itself, be it through the eyes or by the hands is simply amazing. A touch could be more healing than any other medicine discovered till date. And don’t ask me what wonders those lips could do if they were to just widen a bit with a hearty smile, enough to bring all the heavenly bliss. Get your body involved, tongue is not the crown of expression, it’s merely a medium resorted in the last phase. Otherwise, your entire being is more than enough to express beautifully by itself - this body, in which you reside, is the perfect symbolic epitome of what your soul is truly made of…
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Leave reproductive decisions up to individuals.
Weed should be free in fact you should get paid for smoking it