all of a sudden passion suddenly

[ZfrkS62]

I can hear the song playing,
But the words are all mumbled,
I just can't think of the name.

You're still in my head,
And yet you can't hear it.
I'm sure you could sing along.

It calls us out so well,
Fits like a glove,
As if we wrote it ourselves.

 

[4degrees]

For years and years
It went so quiet
On the outside
I carry you
Like a heart where
A sleeve would be
I’m out there
I’m right here
My parent is my child
A dog loves me
With her huge heart
And that’s all there is anymore

 

[4degrees]

My niche was always lyrics

 

[ZfrkS62]

My niche was always lyrics

I've had Slipknot's "Til We Die" stuck in my head so I've been thinking in waltz cadence.

 

[4degrees]

It’s not what you think
Muddled and lost within
Shadows, a great desire
Will arise,
Headspace
Another place
I knew you
So soon, so quick
Your charm worked
Like poison, crippling
It’s victim to later
Consume
Until you were satisfied
My habits don’t die
Functional, available
I keep shoving it inside
Trying to change everything
I keep forgetting
I don’t have to try

 

[MagicFlute]

I don't know why
But I thought I could fly
Through the air,
When I jumped off the roof as a kid.
Reality hit hard
When I was flat out in the yard,
Having realised the stupid thing that I did.

 

[ZfrkS62]

The gravity of reality
The bill for your friendship
The price wasn't right
Was this the expectation all along?

You were real to me
I wasn't to you
Just a fulcrum disguised as a friend.

 

[4degrees]

you were a tattoo
a passive aggressive placebo
you drank me in your coffee
i smoked you in my cigarettes
oh the imagined sheets
we tore at in our torrid
words were delivered
to one another's machines
you still stick in my mind
like a layer of honey
on the roof of my mouth
and i go on recalling that
dated, dead dream.

 

[Tzara]

Terzanelle of the Hopeful Lover

It's not a date, at least not yet.
It's just a Tinder coffee thing,
This meeting with a tall brunette.

Her photo, though, had quite some zing.
I almost frantically swiped right
In hopes some Tinder coffee thing

Would turn into an overnight
Of slow-paced love and morning too,
Or so I wished when I swiped right.

We'd wake to bedsheets all askew
And start again, but not with haste,
For slow-paced love in morning, two

Can take their time, encicrcle waists,
And touch where touch most satisfies.
Then start again, but not with haste,

The knot and twines that love implies
And touch where touch most satisfies.
It's not a date, at least not yet,
Dreamed meeting with a tall brunette.

 

[Tzara]

my hands are nervous around you
because they want to capture
your elegant body

and hold you close, as if somehow
that would fix the misery
of my life

which, of course, it would not
still, i do love to hold you
because your body, though not perfect,

edges me towards a perfection
that coupling with another offers,
or at least satisfies, which

will have to, i suppose, do

 

[4degrees]

this year
twenty years
here
weird.

 

[4degrees]

But never present
Just a flash here and there
Drudging the past
Digging at it
man, we dug at it
The old dog that I am
Sniffs around and then
Recedes into the
Gray static chaos
Of the world.

 

[4degrees]

The passion and the Pain
Are churned into one
Lump that festers
Making choice so difficult
I wake sometimes
From a dream
Where I cut my own head off
And let red wash over
My eyes, my ears
Then the red turns
To a tarry black sludge
Still pumping out
Of my headless neck
And I remember why
I must be alone

 

[XShadynzX]

It was your eyes you know
That drew me in
So deep that I cannot escape
Gladly I put on those chains
And now I ache to be free

Those eyes of chocolate brown
In which I lost my heart and soul
I fell into them and gave up myself
Deeper than ever before

Your eyes and that half smile
Which seemed to say everything
And nothing all at the same time

I asked you once who you thought about
When you took those selfies
Evading the question you never answered

Those eyes follow me in my dreams
Even now after all this time
You knew exactly how to use them
How to draw someone in
And enslave them for a lifetime

 

[EllenMore]

In/dependence

Do not think that I need your body.
Never think that, not even when
my hands wander along your thigh
as if searching for, what, comfort?
Validation? Do not suppose I need
to have your body lie upon mine,
to have you move above me, to have
my wits stripped to mere nerves
that jerk and spasm as if shocked
into reluctant motion, moving
mindlessly, entranced, unaware
of anything but your selfish thrust
that somehow I need, somehow crave.
It will not always be this way.
It will not. It will not. Yet
I cannot stop myself right now.

 

[EllenMore]

Dress for Success

I decided not to wear the stockings
or to strain my calves
balancing on those dark stilettos
with the arrowhead toe and blood-red sole.

Nor did I make myself clamber
into the black lace brassière from La Perla,
that one you paid way too much for,
saying you wanted to see just the hint
of my nipples when I removed my blouse.

No, instead I wore that old, soft tee
from your days at university, the one
that does not quite cover my cunt
when I walk toward you or my ass
when I walk away. Still,

I could see you were not disappointed,
even in the low bedroom light.