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Ocean Eyes

Ocean Eyes

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His eyes

A dark, deep ocean,
As lightning flashed against his own internal stormy sea,
They battered and battled against the arctic ice blizzards,
Raging against some icy goddess, rebellious,
She commanding glaciers and winds, with icicles in her hair,
Breaking all before her, all that stood against her.
Except for the watery expanse, which, in turn,
Closed it's source of sun by breathing in the thunder;
In what, in whom, did this saltwater land depend on?
It criss crossed and moved sporadically,
Crashing and clamoring against;
A constant, conspiring.

None could cross it.

I was no different.
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Ocean Eyes March 15, 2010 25 comments 15 favourites

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i refuse to be an ostrich buried to my neck
i want to eat the earth,
and learn the way its lava-blood flows
as i digest its energy,
i stroke and swallow the voluptuous
bones brushed in soft dirt,
and it delightfully devours my soul;
a back-and-forth consume-ation.

skin encapsulated
and ruled by our flesh,
the earth vomits its ocean saltwater
into my veins;
they twitched and slithered and pulsated down my body like desert snakes,
dancing and descending the sand that is my skin.

finally the planet
underneath a vacuum of empty and black and stars
spins its snowy-eyed mountains
into my own
making them shine with aurora lights;
and yet when i search the streets
with sani refuse to be an ostrich buried to my neck by *Felka-wolf
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to those with slow heartbeats
i am the sound of
stamping feet through a dark forest; i'm

addicted

to fear.
don't ask why.
the feeling of smoking

adrenaline

coursing through my fingertips
begging my heart to pound
and causing me to think that
hell housed hounds were

snapping

at my heels. an icy
explosion of almost-pain,
the desperate feeling of almost-there,
a swirling mesh tight as fiberglass rope
shakes and chokes me while i

drown

in the sensation of death,
the exhale of
my last breath. to those with slow heartbeats by *Felka-wolf
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no title. just needed to get this out. he drinks me in like a creamy mocha--
double shot chocolate,
making love to sugar.
his eyes on my thighs,
& lips on my hips:
my heart dancing & pounding in
iambic pentameter.
a smile,
full
of devilish love,
the picture perfect poet's dream:
a soft, swirled, murmuring blend of
sweet & spicy & bitter & sour.
every breath of his
a windfall of words go off in my head
that i don't even understand.
beautiful eyes that in me
surmise no surprise
--green like unfallen snow--
each whisper of a feeling in them
like a caressing fingertip up your spine,
i shiver and laugh
'cause
he's all mine.no title. just needed to get this out. by *Felka-wolf
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contrast pain is what love
is, in too-close proximity;
when the pulsation
is just in front
of your eyes, but
instead of an
embrace--as you
stretch your fingers
close--it coils like
a yellow-eyed black
snake, and snaps
harshly, fangs
embedded deeply,
redly, into your
skin. leaving scars.

i wish my life
was a black and
white silent film:
everyone would
shut up, the guy
would always get
the girl--in the
most romantic way--
and we'd be forced to
get. shit. done.contrast by *Felka-wolf
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Mother's Day poem dear mother--

the light in your eyes is like that of stars;
all consuming, far-off points blanketed in space--
we stare in wonder.

they hide the same passion in their distance;
stars are not white lights, they are fire,
and you withhold that same flame deep in yourself.

a strength incomparable to that of others,
a shouldered burden, a released blessing,  
and with each passing day the tension lessens.

like a candle-wick, all you need is a spark
to weave a dancing flame; the scent rolls around the room
joyously, like twisting breezes in spring.

you are the warmth that trembles in december,
underneath the shivering snow, and singiMother's Day poem by *Felka-wolf
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A Collaboration: A Conversation For Two Poets What of it?

It? It begins in all it's entirety.

The implications surrounding the entirety is something I'm not prepared nor do I think adequate enough to face in it's entirety

Perform it by yourself

Let me watch

Watching the performance of an entire implication of it,

That forces you to question the question

Not the answer

That is not determination but examination

If one was to do as you say and not as you do

We would have gotten nowhere but past

Monkey see, monkey do;

Leader say, follower do;

Therefore by human society we are failures

For in war, we're trapped in a paradox of improving technology and past reasoning

AdvancementA Collaboration: A Conversation For Two Poets by *Felka-wolf
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singing souls my heart has a hole in it:
you didn't patch it, nor did you attempt to stitch
or fill it,
but instead, you rounded the edges
and blew into the red, organic bottle
making blissful music.singing souls by *Felka-wolf
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one of the truest treasures she curled into herself like a flamingo
on the day the music
died down to a hush,
and the silence smothered her inner fire
slowly.

it was a gift, not a right,
and she knew this quickly
as the black notes quit waltzing in the air;
she murmured tearful sorrows to the wind.

oceanic currents beat the shores
with a heavy rhythm, and a breeze
whistled through the trees softly.

she stood on her balcony alone,
listening to nature's heart pound,

and the music trembled and grew, like a flower.one of the truest treasures by *Felka-wolf
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If your eyes are constantly shrouded in light, then you will never see the beauty in the shadows.

"It's not the end that I fear with each breath, It's life that scares me to death." -Rise Against, "Rumors of my Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated."

Listen not to what people say about others, but form your own opinions, and pray you are not mistaken.

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Thank you for adding my poem, Bird Song to your favorites! :D

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~atlantic-lungs May 15, 2012  Student Writer
thank you ever so much for the faveeeee!!!!! muwahaha!

btw! your very berry pretty!

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Mood: Adoration ~Sonicfan170 May 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You seem really cool :D We should talk sometime ;)

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*enigmaticsmile May 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave on "it was her year"

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