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This is a discussion on INFJ Poetry Thread within the INFJ Forum - The Protectors forums, part of the NF's Temperament Forum- The Dreamers category; I succumb to your stretched arms of longing To your wistful sighs of escaping And to the dullness of your ...
I succumb to your stretched arms of longing
To your wistful sighs of escaping
And to the dullness of your heartbeats
That cry out for more blood
But it’s cannibalistic in nature
To want to devour what lies at your very core
And it echoes an unsought seduction when
I’m uncontrollably screaming out for more.
I think the way I wrote this was influenced a little by an xxFP.
Oblivious Reality
I wake to the mist every morning,
greeting such a beautiful veil,
full of moisture from the early morning cry.
The soft breeze leave tingling touches upon my bare arms,
gently waking me to another day.
The mist had become the other me,
visible just slightly,
yet full of tears ready to be shed.
Like a veil,
I cloaked myself in a mask,
that showed no wrong,
no vulnerability.
It was a fake me,
that I had no choice but to put on.
To disguise myself,
had become an everyday thing.
Since those two years ago,
when life as I knew it,
had been thrown into reality's arms.
I tried to struggle out of it,
not wanting to believe what was happening.
I instinctively closed my eyes,
hoping it was just a damn nightmare,
but it wasn't.
I started to blame everyone else but me.
I was selfish,
I was hurt then.
I didn't know any better,
even now.
The play between the bittersweet memories,
and the cruel twist of fate,
haunts every fiber of my being.
The lingering emotions I once felt,
have disappeared since then,
or so I hoped to believe.
But the reflection in the ocean,
and the beautiful, clear blue sky,
reminds me of my hidden self,
the person that used to believe,
that everything was all right in the world.
In an hour and 50 minutes of sports psychology today, this is what I accomplished lol
Beams of sun
Blossom between concrete clouds
This act, Hope's warm caress
Squeezing through the cracks
Thawing a frozen disposition
Painting it a pretty color
The Prestige
Two men wearing one guise
I love you he says
Yet she knows this
To not be true
Not today
His words
Not projected in his voice
Not reflected in his eye
Not today
Summer provoked the Winter
Autumn brought forth the Summer
Tom's seasons visibly in disarray
Mr. Bluebird on his shoulder
An August frostbite caressing his spine
I know too well
How love does that to a man
Can Spring all kinds of chaos
Within his fragile anatomy
Feel good do good
Do good feel good
The road goes both ways
When you've traveled
Too far in one direction
Sometime's it's best
To turn around
Go the other way
The sun rose and she fell
She rose and she fell
She rose and she fell
Chaotic behavior
Consistent too
Winter
Like the snow, she falls from the sky
Onto my body to where she sits
With a certain, tranquil touch
And never should I question why
Like the trees, she surrounds me
Dressed in white
Speaking whispers of the wind
Brisk is she with her loving repartee
Like the breeze, she carries me from here
Gentle with her hands
But chill with her inspirations
I subside coyly in her silken veneer
Like the frost, she chills me slow
Embracing me in the ice
Wherein I should feel but her warmth
I submit myself to an ardent woe
Like the winter, she recedes aside
If only for a while, should I wait
Encased in this glacier of intimacy
My teardrops freeze inside
Like the snow, I fall from the sky
Onto the ground to be trodden upon
Forgotten amongst footsteps
Where I now ask the question why
nice poem, i especially like the first and last stanza =)Originally Posted by Lost in Oblivion
Time
the past a surreal wet dream
the present a diamond encrusted rat
the future looks for its face
What ho, old chap
color me surprised
what ho, old chap
we face our demise
Against my will I stand before my own reflection
what scars by self-mutilations have been held underneath.
Concealed from the light, purely mended by my inner soul..
These wounds fragile ache as if they were still fresh.
I've burned from the inside out, yet coldness has not returned.
Against my will I endure this self-conscious character puppeteer my every thought.
Bringing up questions at every turn, self-disguising in my actions, in my words.
I can't seem to find myself within, my emotions pull apart from me leaving a gap.
Confusing words circling intuition, turning pleasure against my wishes and me.
Who can I trust if I can’t come across to trust myself with feelings of love and creed?
Faiths leaping away from my every expression like jumping beans from a can.
Dawn rises from within giving light to all inside, against my will I see who I am.
Fainting glimmers of whom I used to be, still finding their way in the back of my mind.
Such avid smiles and burning desires resided to emotionless expressions with uncertainty.
Even with such feelings your smiles set ablaze to the pits of my soul, sprouting life in my caves of uncertainty and withered flowers. Love that you touch me with, releasing the bind of vines that encase my heart. I break down reviving from my dormant state.
Echo’s of love sheath my fears; for once I feel these rays of warmth beside this soul, I feel alive.. I remember who I am, remember the resilience that passively keeps me alive.
The significance of words, the gift of accomplishments I’ve seen risen from nothing.
The world is a beautiful ever-changing landscape where souls can blossom with ease.
If we may only conquer ourselves first, we’ll find that love is in all of our desires, and that love will always find us. I guess we’re never really alone, inside or out.
Far away across the landscape, is a dream i held close to my heart for so long; a dream i meet very few times, a dream where you and i are happy along side each other, no whispers no sounds. with only time as our chorus we march forward.. forward to the unknown.. we search for where our hearts might surface; we search for ourselves in a distant future.we search to a place where our love can flourish.
With the stars and the night as our watchers there is no limit as to where we can lay ourselves down.
Only adventures to discover.
In the end it is what it is.
I can't change my position from it all.
I wont sugarcoat the falls like shooting stars.
Instead I’ll bear them whole, foolishly smiling..
In the end the perfect symphony is but a brief moment.
You can hear the rhythms flow with each memory that passes.
Each phrase sinking further down then the last one, like pebbles in a pond.
Such enthusiasm is a crime against myself, choices we all make for the greater love.
Bonds we all carry along to keep the motivation burning in our veins ever strongly.
If but another pound my fragile heart could carry along, I’d save you and myself.
I’d gladly take your sorrow in blood, I’d do anything to keep you from that hole..
In the end, I know it all has its own turns with pathways set out to be explored.
In the end, I’ll still love you as a brother. Yet the choice is never mine, although I wish It was.
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