You have to stay with me.
Don't ever dare to leave.*
She looks at me with
Little-girl-eyes

That beg rather than threaten.
I have everything I've ever
Wanted, in you. I'll cling to you
With tooth and nail

If I have to. Something like real
Fear in her voice. Real fear,
And I wonder if there's a single
Look, or a string of

Right words I can present
That will hold the flag of my
Intentions through the storm of
Her concerns.

Are you ever going to trust me?
I hum against the warmth of her
Forehead. Ask me in a year,
She replies. I will.

There are places within a woman's
Heart that hurt only slightly less
When touched by a man's hands,  
Than when not.

The river of consciousness
Flows tranquil, in me
From the mind it starts the journey
Navigating everyday obstacles
Washing away everyday doubts
Keeping the heart replenished
Along the course of the soul
Enhancing all the senses
Awareness knows no bounds
Beyond the realm of seen
At the end of the day
When I am tired
Of the routine
I dive into the river of consciousness
Washing away the today
To start a new day
With new questions
To search for new answers
Every day I am empty
Ready to drink
From the river of consciousness
New realization
Of greater prospects
New consciousness
Emanates from the core
No limitations
In the source of consciousness

Progressive, she says about the music
The red wine has made her
Put on the stereo,

And I'm glad I have no neighbours, but
At the same time I wouldn't care
If I did; the way her

Hair smells when she headbangs
Is worth more than summer lilac
And lakeside pine in air. Or silence.

I have surrendered to you day after
Day, tonight I put my sword to the ground
And kick dirt upon it

So it will not awaken. I am without
Arms, touching your face with
My unreachabilities.

Rhythm is the only God we have.
Tone is our Saviour, Melody the Holiest
Of Ghosts . *How can we live

Like this? I ask, then shut my mouth
And do as she says: Just listen to
How it climbs; moves; is.

I have no more fight in me. So I
Won't. I'll just let her decide the volume
And music, and when I need it, Dream

Theatre gives in to Enya, and all my
Needs for rest finally make sense as I
Try not to close my eyes and leave my

Head somewhere between her shoulder
And chest, and ask anything that might
Listen not to, for the sake of ****,

Take me to anywhere that isn't where
She decides that we're listening to music
That is anything but us.

I was sitting at the top of the Ferris wheel
Alone in gondola, swaying at the top
The lights flickered below, and a breeze blew
And I hit an all time low,
When I reached for a hand, any hand
But there was not one there

///
You are wandering in an endless loop
not yet escaped, though there is a centrifugal force
your heart has grown solid and blood crystalline
the known earth is becoming rearrange,
who loved whom and where everybody has gone!

The little gray spot has grown black
devouring the heart and stone!
a foot print exists on a black shale,
what has it meant that you count or not!
the soul is whispering in the life and rock

But the attraction of gravity is growing
and who has made this life and love?
how the river flows toward the sea!
and how your face has grown shrink that I see!
how the days sleep within the nights!

The loop is too tight to break
the season changes over and being
the red roses, the red roses have grown wither
your summer is now my winter,
though both we have seen that the dry leaves have flown away
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

When am on hello poetry
I feel different
like am in space,floating around

This is my comfort zone
I get to be me without worrying
i know I have a family here
they want me in the Ark
far from waves and storms

What I write is just my world
My unwritten story
A diary that I share with everyone
i voice my souls long sufferings
and my triumphs

Am not a good poet
you already know that
but there people here with magnificent talents
Joe Cole being the father of words
musfiq the guy with delicious words
Patty m one of my favorites
Pamela Rae is definitely a highborn, can't ever be on her level

I write down my emotions
things ive kept in for centuries
this is how i get to express myself
in real world
believe me when i tell you in real world am like a rock
you'll never see this side of me

*am a very quite person and I definitely keep everything to myself