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Art: Two forms.. One TouchBathed in gentle light are Bodies entangled on olive greenArt: Two forms.. One Touch
Softness. Peaceful aura Relinquished to sundry sounds of Unhindered taboos. Art is wrought
as heated scent of sweat. Familiar cousin to
Milieu adorning likeness, Shaped among the very same touch that brings to me such
Enthralling ecstasy.
by ~toophysical
And I WaitAnd I wait.And I Wait
We leave you at your door, and as we pull away from the driveway I slowly sink into my seat, already lonely and lost.
And I wait to feel your presence once again.
Just as we reach our destination I feel I must escape… the pressure simply too much to bear inside this place called home. I set my desert on the countertop to melt away, grab my shoes and phone, then quickly head out the door as my lungs call for fresh air.
Rings vibrate through to night from my ear, yet I receive no answer. And I shed tears as the fresh evening air my lungs just called for, now fills my chest with glo
by ~toophysical
Single Precious MomentAs I see into your eyes I fall to my knees And I cry deep inside.Single Precious Moment
I witness all of the anger All of the pain.. And I plead for the power To pry it away.
Fallen to my knees, Clutching at the Earth, I scream into the Heavens, For a single precious moment.
Merely one moment for you To see within my heart... To truly see How much you mean to me.
by ~toophysical
Mistaken MomentsMistaken MomentsMistaken Moments
She briefly walks by, and with just barely a glance, You’ve already set your conjecture, Your judgments, your prejudice. Always the critic, never the inquirer. Never knowing what’s actually inside. Not wanting to know, not caring. Your bias opinions and bigotry are enough. Though merely a distorted, one sided view.
And as she passes by… She deems the same of you.
by ~toophysical
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Crayon Bearby ~madelief
i always leave things outFive nights ago I saidi always leave things out
'do not tell me when you pack up your life-suit into an overnight bag and aim your knees at runways',
those words came farther
than from the bottom of a wine glass,
sometimes I ache in places I cannot name,
so I'd rather not try and say what my swelling organs should.
I promised myself I would not hold suction cups to your front door or paint stop signs on your wallpaper, or send out SOS messages in Morse code when I should really be saying goodbye
with smiles and a good luck wink. But I was told not to make pro
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