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[marcelwrites]

touch starved and

hungry for

a love

that only

souls understand

‘hungry’ poetry by matthew marcel

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[mattydemise]

Would u wrote poems for me

Earn it.

Plus I have no idea who you are lmao

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[natures-uprise]

#RT @marcelwrites: I suggest you to have 1000 followers yourself before offering people to get 1000 followers in x days. Or do you pay a fat #IFTTT #Twitter #uprise_s

[marcelwrites]

Plot Twist: You're my person and I'm yours and we spoil one another recklessly and with such abandon and love that others look at what we have and they too share some small, glowing joy for what we have.

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[marcelwrites]

I’m not touch starved, what I’m starved of is someone worthy of commitment and effort. I’m not starved of sexuality, but of something deeper and more fundamental; the sharing of and access to my mortal clock. If you are not worthy of that then I will mercilessly sever our intimate links.

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[marcelwrites]

there’s no bravery shown in bitter heartache

but there is in owning our mistakes

and we arrogantly ponder on heaven’s riches

as though they were always ours

‘rich’ poetry by matthew marcel

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[marcelwrites]

We romanticised one another to the point of complete and utter delusion, but it was bliss being loved. Loved and worshipped like mortal gods wrapped in sweat dappled skin, rosy with lust.

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[marcelwrites]

I've got so much love to give, all you've got to do is take it.

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[marcelwrites]

it is a loathsome agony for our skin to be unbruised by overzealous passion

'light' a poem by matthew marcel

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[marcelwrites]

Sometimes you crave being understood, other times you crave the feeling of being above someone with your hand around their throat. I believe the membrane between the two of those is awfully thin and there's an intricate and impossible to understand link between the craving of someone on an emotional level and also on the most primal of levels, where it's just skin, friction, and body heat. I see poetry in the early mornings when the moonlight shines through the window and illuminates the condensation from the steam heat of the bedroom. Pinpointing the droplets, as we calm and cool down, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of a loved heartbeat.

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[marcelwrites]

Let them talk about you. It doesn't matter. Go out and love someone and let yourself be loved in return. Even if it takes some adjusting. The most we can do is be true to ourselves, but not just that, be authentic with yourself and the world. Stand up for what you're passionate about. If something's keeping you up at night, do something about it! Sleep is such an unselfish pleasure and you don't deserve to lose it over something that doesn't sit well with you. Also, don't ever be afraid to say something nice to someone? Sometimes a kind word is enough to show someone they're on the right side of the dirt.

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[marcelwrites]

The desire to hold and be held, to fuck and be fucked, to love and with ultimate clarity and purpose, be loved in return.

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[marcelwrites]

and in my dreams you're right there, your hands are just as i remember them, on mine and it's so goddamn right.

Pop Punk Poetry #3

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[marcelwrites]

the shame burns you down to cinders

a weight much too heavy to bear

with fingers tracing patterns on your skin

leaving fire in their wake

‘shame’ poetry by matthew marcel

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[marcelwrites]

It's hot and heavy and we're close, too fucking close, but it's everything we need, everything we crave. Dark night, moon lights, hot skin. Sweat dappled and exhausted but hungry for round two.

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[marcelwrites]

Destroy that which binds and weakens you.

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