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He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That
Peek a soul-peeking into an unghostly, sacred ghost — in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, until I find myself more flimsy than a goldfish ghost with bulging, story-telling eyes, standing, staring, balancing on the mental-emotional
I watch your broken soul as this consumes your entire world Blaming yourself for a decision completely out of your control Trying to keep the peace, you break your own will to keep happiness in the world of the selfish?
What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war. Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because
You waited too much about thirty years before you can say jack robinson otherwise life like a water under the desert always played tricks on you, pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns where everything drips and leaves a small hole everything
he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages
They will not allow the assisted suicide. The beetles; fiery and drunk. After the betrayal of arithmetic, the spiral staircase. Fireflies set foot on the skies to measure the darkness. The fire between us, of burning fat, of thousand years,
When everything fell apart, The ache grew stronger in my heart. When the earth stopped spinning, The birds stopped chirping, And the flowers stopped blooming, Did you know what they were all saying? The dark, long winter night Took all
You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out
An astonishment and a try.. A tear of smile and a happy cry! Sudden jolts and a turnback.. Smooth steps and a rough track! A hope of beginning when end arrives.. When inside the ground a seed strives! How long
Was it a summer storm of sexuality? Only the chaste statue stood in threads, and then went down the cuticle with nipple rings. The demand of namelessness was rising in the dim shadows of brisk tones. To step down from
Hang it high, hang it low It really doesn’t matter, no Just hang that Mistletoe And kiss me, kiss me With all your heart and Soul You know that’s what I’ve been waiting for Ever since you came Through our
Can I dare to dream again of happy moments left afar those moonlit nights those wonderful days, of unseen, unknown love coming my way Those dreams we Shared each little fear we dared Only to be washed away by just
I won’t apologize I am mesmerized by your violent beauty I am unable to understand the depths of you I cannot see to the bottom Winds create waves that crest and crash Damaging all in the way Salty spray stings
We started the journey together Where it would end Was anyone’s guess A thousand miles we have trodden Betwixt the ups and downs We’ve seen hills turn to mountain And mighty rivers run dry We have encountered many sorrows And
“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.
I am often so attracted, Mesmerized and enchanted, Having watched pretty things, With magic in their wings, Flying at human height, Touching eyes like a light, Getting inside very deep, With a pleasant soul peep, Then my eyes smile, Making
As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me
Standing on a beam, shrine: holding a black dawn, my phoenix roving on dark river. The bell still clangs; I hear the footsteps. A weird thought spreads out on peripherals, makes holes, the undone communiqué of a war between knuckles;
Listen that delicate one at the stream With the touches of rays at the shimmering cheeks That rhythming heart with troughs and the peaks With the waters of eyes and the emotions, cream Quiet is the drop and the orangish
That fugitive dream of shrinkage: a room in a room a door in a door. You were hurting the house affairs at midnight. The space accident starts dismanteling the life. Selective pain comes again. You start distancing from story touch,
the whispering voices laid down the arms on the skull of the leader, father of pain, then asked the guns to fire a last volley towards home targeting the prudence of fingernails who crossed the gap seventy thousand years ago,
Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart; For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch. She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start; I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is
Green, glistening eyes Like beautiful emeralds They must be jewels in disguise Mischeivous, daring smile Laughing at her and looking all the while Sense of humour Never fails to beguile. Accepting her for who she is That is all she
Poem about my wonderful grandfather John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While
Weaving fine fibres of unripe beliefs, from a fire base, a blue bird scrambles, shading the stone valley. There was no thrift for the cadavers. The burnt relics were eating away the greens of tearful eyes. Sun was slugging again.
You were broken down and I was bitter trying to find the answers but I still remained a sinner your pain was my game my mistakes were the chains sticking to your heart tighter than the veins I scream I
Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at
Always forget the things , which makes you sad. But never forget those , which makes you glad . Forget those friends , who were untrue. But never leave those , who were always with you . Learn from those