connection
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Do you understand connection? I have a trillion transmitters and processers, did you know that? You have a billion, steadily growing more than mine, did you know that? Do you understand what connection means?
I know that this sounds crazy, but I just can't seem to let it go.
Everyone around me keeps telling me to stop hanging on, and to just go with the flow.
Sometimes I get so lost in my own thoughts that I don't know what to do,
My brain is telling me that I need to move on, but my heart only has feelings for you.
I wish there was a well where we could gather at the beginning of the day
To greet one another and commit to our desire for holiness.
Even if our eyes are sleepy
We could meet with empty cups and fill ourselves with life.
I am stuck at home finding random things to do,
But all of this time being here just makes me think about you.
I don't know when I will see you again, and it is driving me crazy,
Here is a story
Left often untold.
Of a young lad and his lass,
Unusual to both new and old.
The words are aflight
And the plot is afoot --
There! Do you see him?
Dirty, covered in soot,
Today,
we are more connected
than we ever were before
But just because
reaching each other
is easier,
doesn't mean
we understand each other better,
You’d Think Coffee was Some Kind of Miracle Drug
10 PM
It’s not like I TRY to stay awake at night.
I wonder what she’s doing…
With words that burn and bite and sting,
they creep up on your mind and ring
until you no longer sleep at night.
There are sounds and smells
that remind you of days passed,
I look around and all I see
Is empty promises
False smiles
White lies
It seems as if everything we once knew
Everything we once held to be true
Is replaced with empty space
The sun and I,
Are one.
Both receiving gifts from the other,
Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream.
The sun and I are one,
Let me hold you close,
Keep you safe,
Where nobody knows.
Whisper my thoughts into your ear,
Pull you in tight,
Tell you my worst fear.
You can depsise and shun me,
I felt it a few times as a child, being tickled, laying next to you
whilst you slept - watching your beautiful face, peaceful.
Another time we went picking for daffodils and blueberries.
No matter how distraught we feel
Lost, lonely, and without appeal
Poetry reminds us we’re not alone,
That everyone else is also prone,
Instagram embodies a heart shell but negates to incarnate the beat.Rejecting its blood flow, Projecting its cell count to a matter of likes.
Everybody needs it right?
Or even if they don’t need it, they want it.
They wish for it, usually with full disregard of their setting:
"Where did the connection go?" He asks as he sits on his phone, his body language screams, "Engrossed in a world that's not his own."
The vibrating sound of the machinery rang loudly throughout the room.
I took great pleasure in listening to its penetrating music as I watched
her small statured body wreathe against the blood-stained straps
Oh sweet Love of mine there is something you should know.
Before you came here, you were the ebb and flow.
You knew with all your Being the gift of love and grace.
Dear John,
If you thought the altitude was bad in Colorado, you should feel it up here.
In one breath, I am gone.
Sometimes, my mind goes with it...
Remember dancing, tasting the present,
It as fleeting as our movements and our feet
Remember hugging, each other on days of sorrow,
Freeing feelings caged underneath
Our skin
Verse:
Mist, in my eyes
Ice, heart melts, freeze
Dive, into ocean spacious as skies
Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep
Still profound, unexplored
Wonder, how change will give more
He’s taken the lead
Left me in the dust I raised
But he’s still looking at me, pulling me through instead
The world he’s lived in, explosions of color and haze,
I’m from sunlight shining,
Birds singing in early afternoon.
The fortress beneath sheltering pine trees,
Narrow paths I’ve walked a thousand times.
Trust.
Must be earned!
Must be showed!
Must be given!
Chances are taken.
Trust is Proven.
Trust is Kept.
Connection forms.
Bonds Last!
FOREVER,
Never Broken!
Can the next being in my life,
Be somewhat like a revelation?
Your mouth being the bible,
Preaching me into a trance
Falling into your waters
Sheba vision realizing its truth
So shallow are these shoreswhere I seem to find only shells.Each step should lead me closer,but, alas, I cannot tell.The salty sea fogs the journey,it no longer is clear.How far must I walk
she looks At him
the Cringe
The electricity
the fire
warmth surrounding
she Looks away
connection Lost
I see people come and go,
I see people say goodbye and hello.
You cannot deny the feeling that grows, when
You and the people join paths.
It comes to stay and grow, this feeling.
After every storm ends lo and
Behold the sunshine!
Clouds part
Disappearing into sunlight.
Earth shows you her skin-warming smile again,
Forgiving humans their transgressions.
We've become night owls,
although, seperately, we all have always been.
Now we just share the night together.
At nine, we are quiet, unsure of what to say,
of how to get the conversation going,
"Just be yourself."
I've heard that line a thousand times
Which self? The one that gets me admiration and respect,
or the one who swings between lows and elation,
I can't seem to understand why we aren't connecting.
Your taste still lingers in my mouth.
I still smell you, but on strangers in close proximity
No one sees me because I'm scared. There is hardly anything more pleasant than being like those joyfull people. This isn't me, I want to do without restraint. Its been so long since that has happened. I do it for others since they did it for me.
I am me
You are you
We are different in more ways than seem true
You are not perfect, and neither am I,
You are thin, and I am wide.
But while all of this is true,
The kid only wanted to be understood
by his fellow relatives and friends.
Problem was that everyone else expected
to be understood first and forget about his thoughts.
So he did what he taught himself to do,
Ive hidden from connection for so long, kept my distance from people to supposedly save my soul
But when I look back ive only hurt my self because all of them have moved on I am here still disconnected
Nothing to say
I paused in the presence of sound.
It played like gentle background music
Set within a silent, theatrical film.
Everything melted away so quickly.
I became more than a miniscule thread
Deeper
He presses himself
Into my thoughts
Thighs
Fluttering, blood swirling,
Thump
Thump
Thumping
heart.
He speedily presses his
This generation-we're underestimated.
We sit, watch, take in, tweet, gram, filter, like, endlessly, uselessly!
Endlessly the underestimate us, call us useless.
But are they right? Should we be underestimated?
You are not my parents
Because you layed in bed and had sex.
But because you love me and care for me.
You are not my friend
Because we share laughs and hugs.
Upendo; I miss you
Your not just simple attraction, you know
That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you
Up
I want to rip out my heart to get rid of the pain.
Im not ready for the next lifetime.
Just take this feeling in between my breast away.
Make the time go pass.
When you're out of my mind.
I write this to my father
I hope I make you proud
Across the widest canyons
Can you hear me now?
Don't imprison me with your determined boundaries of fear and unhappiness
My love is real, unwavering
Don't hold me so close, so tight I can't breathe
My breathe is for you, unheedingly
I do not see your physical body
Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure
Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception
Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
The tick tick ticking of time passing by
The climbing numbers of a clock while,
My mother tells me to stop, the minute hand
Whispers to the hairs stretching up
I plant seeds that I never see
I will change how you perceive me
The world is waiting
Clouds clearing
Our eyes finally esteemed to what really may be
I believe the allusion has sewn our seam
The allusion of difficulty
Kiss me nowKeep me closeHug me when you need me most. Say goodbyeSay helloOnly you and I would know. My heart beats
The Sun sets every noon at twelve o’clock in June.
Square shell feathers chirping in their square straw nests,
Hung in the middle of a tree,
Whose grown in line like army rows, missing leaves.
She's broken inside
with nowhere to hide,
yet she has everything in the world.
She's got family and friends
and the spoiling never ends.
But what she wants
is just a connection.
Where is he?
No matter how much I express myself
and people sympathize to understand,
there's still that part of me that's
never really known.
All alone.
It craves to have light shed upon it,
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
I think I could go on hours and hours with you
I needn’t worry because
You get it—the smell of dirt in the night air
Is just the same indeed as a rotting post in a field
In the sunshine with a baseball bat,
This day was coming
We saw it from the horizon
And how akward it is
Now that we can hold it in our hands
But It'll pass us by
This is just a new beginning
Because we know somewhere deep down
AFTER
Hang the head in shame for the days that plague me
Forsake the days that remain
The heaviness of my soul, a bare witness to the sheer pain the earth provides
Unlike raindrops Two people cant be in the same place at the same time They can be next to each other But they cannot be where the other is Unless of course those two people are the same person As one they join Like water falling from the sky, the
I write because
The connection from my brain to my hand
is Stronger
than the one from my brain to my mouth.
And when my hand moves across the blank page
It pours passion right out of the pen.
that bad boy you love so much
hardly anyone you know seems to like him
they don’t seem to understand him
quite like you do.
he’s fun, light, and charming
he’s dark, soulful, and brooding
On the lofty, grassy hill I stand
Facing toward the eastern dawning light
Slowly rising, lighting the damp land
Silence broken by the fowl of no flight
On the lofty, grassy hill I stand
Facing toward the eastern dawning light
Slowly rising, lighting the damp land
Silence broken by the fowl of no flight
My breath releases cosmic realities, dances with our collective senses.
My feet sweep across the skin of Mother Earthas my back is caressed by the songs of Father Sun.
Why do I write poetry, you may ask?
Is it to satisfy a homework task?
To practice rhyming fancy words,
As if I were an English nerd?
But that is not it. You couldn’t be more wrong.
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid.
You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious,"
That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
