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Maria Mitea Jan 2021
What are you doing darling?  I'm thinking of you today,
I think of you as a human,
(you buy milk,  take out the garbage, - clean the house)
then I repeat "stop thinking" I listen to you, believe me, I listen to you,

Let's not pretend today we don't wait for each other,
we don't see each other in the corner of the eye,

You know very well that I didn't leave and I didn't come,
(do not make me cry)
I have not forgotten, nor can I remember,
(do not make me cry)
even if I try, I can't forget you,
untamed immortality what have I done to you?
why do you bury yourself in oblivion,
come tell me what I did to you (do not make me cry)

Why did you call me?- then hide in words wrapped in lead,
That's why you call me? untamed divine thrill,
to ask my helplessness, if I ask you the same,
Come, and listen, see those sad poems marching on the streets
at the Rio Carnival,  decorated in sun feathers,
come, don't be silly, come, -
Lets at last, for one day, be lost in the rays of the sun
and the shadows of the sweet grass,

Stay with me where there is no breath of man and woman,
there is no reason to speak, no greedy words burned in incense,
no parting in death or touching whispers,
echo of mercy, play in the breath of the deaf depth,
Come, play, bathe in the light of me, let me pamper you,
you'll be the earth, I - thin grassroots,
We will admire the lovers bathing in kisses

Believe me, please, believe me, I can't afford to forget  you,
I don't know your face (forgive me for that too)
do not make me cry,
I can not afford to forget you, I have no way of forgetting,
(although today I tried to think of you as a human)



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AE Jan 2021
You look down at the cracks in your hand
brushing them through hairs of silver moonlight
in your eyes, time has made its abode
and your gentle speech now informed
by a thousand spoken words

yet your smile is an emblem
of your eternal youth
Jeremie Jan 2021
Our love is wrapped in the glowing wings of a rising Phoenix. The pain that once burned us will become the womb through which our joy is born from
Rising from the ashes of our past wounds to meet in valley of our love
i never did die
we never did part
i exist eternally inside your heart
💙
our existence is eternal
ghost Jan 2021
Eternal sleep

Questions why

Answers keep

Reasons die

Darker still

Winter's night

Emotions ****

Souls' contrite

Time suspended

Final breath

As intended

Promises death...
rhyme...
hxzin Dec 2020
i wanted to love
like we were gods
at the beginning of the world

but there was something in our
sweet mortality.
i wanted to kiss his temples
and pulse points.
there was something about that
vulnerability,
so human and fragile.
i want to bask in just how
fleeting and temporary
we are because,
it makes our love so sacred

hr.
based on some thoughts i had earlier on my walk
Samir Mohammed Dec 2020
A shell, an armour of stone
Cold as the touch of ice
Eternal darkness left alone
Left to my devices, in a prison of spite
Warning to be harkened
Eternal darkness left in this place called home
Nickolas J McKee Dec 2020
I would like to go there -
This place,
This somewhere anew.
It would be here,
My love,
My dear love with you.
O’, cherish me there home,
Our place,
For us young to rest.
Forever pure,
Heavened,
Laid upon God’s vest.
For I love you dearly,
My love...
"WHAT I'M FEELING"


She's somewhat
freaky and
desirable.
She's a
gem like
and extra-
ordinarily
gorgeous
and amiable.  

I really
appreciate
and admire
what she were
made like.
Somethang
laudable quite
admirable.

I must confess
what I'm
feeling, wonder
if anyone else
feels what I'm
feeling.

I been
charmed,
stuck in
the pool of
emotions,
baby deliver
me I'm weary.

And obviously
she got me
sinking in
the river of
love, and only
she could
save me, heal
me baby.

Only she
could satisfy
my heart desire.
I love
Her
because I
know she's
going to
make great
babies and
be a  good
lovely mama.

Our love hove
on the peak
of the sky,
so fly,  

She drew
stars around
my scars.
My heart
burst into
flowers, with
her I find  
roses.

Our love will
never dies
but eternal.
Loved her
outside of time.
#c9_fm
Dave Robertson Dec 2020
8th
The ouroboros of eight,
mouth full, speaks forever
of doors and portals cautiously opened
from times past when scared eyes
scoured woodlands for sacred evergreen
and feasted to last the dark,
through the missionary rewording of the same,
to now, the snaking trucks
of the cola company
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