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Timur Shamatov Dec 2018
I couldn’t see the end, yet
We STILL tried like we were true
In unfinished LOVE you let me go
Cause within your heart, YOU felt that I would cheat on you.
Ran into my ex today...

When I finished this poem and was looking for what to name it... my friend pointed out the title, I didn’t even see it.
Timur Shamatov Dec 2018
Dating is fine.
     *** is cool.
          But you’re the one who makes it fun.
Timur Shamatov Dec 2018
Why would I ever hurt you with lies...
    
         When the truth is already killing you.
  Dec 2018 Timur Shamatov
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
Timur Shamatov Nov 2018
Passion of this night is blooming into
What we would only know as love
Naked bodies clutching to each other
Satisfied, resuscitating from unison ******
Never thought that deepness of your eyes
Would convince me otherwise but
**** baby you got me falling
Throwing fear and caution to the wind
Never wanna lose the the rhythm of
Hearts beating as we lay chest to chest
Souls are morphing into one as
I feel your lips on mine
Taste so sweet so right
Never felt more real as I do with you
To you my dear I wish to say “Hello”
Cause in my heart I know that
With you is where my heart
My soul
        And
             My love
                    Belong.
Thought about writing something for a dear friend with whom I got to spend some time with.
Timur Shamatov Nov 2018
It’s been said that I couldn’t do it,
Go without a nut till the end of December.
The whispers growing louder as
The bets are growing higher,
Cause no one trust the line that
Timur has given up the nut,
Ah, let me check... yes
From the mid of November.
Am I crazy to play this game?
Cause I’m as weak as any other man.
And what can be better then a nut on
A cold morning in mid of December?
And oh my god there’s so many nuts,
Of every shape, size and color
But ****** I’m a man and I can
Give up a nut till the end of December.
But you better believe it
That the day after The Cold Sad December,
Your boy is going crazy to celebrate
The End Of No Nut December.
Oh you know, just messing around trying to win this bets.
Timur Shamatov Nov 2018
Everything and more that’s what I’ll be
We have all night yet still to go
So close your eyes and lose control
Bodies twisting, arching at a thought
Cause when I kiss your neck
I touch your soul
Sweat your body covers
Nails digging into flesh
Squeezing me so tightly
Never let me go
Closer still as one we grow
Falling deeper into yen
Minds dreaming of what’s next
Bodies acting in response
Dancing to the rhythm of our hearts
Folding, bending into lust’s decree
Slow and deep our bodies rise and fall
In your eyes I see my word liquefying into bliss
In the way you bite your lip and moan
As lust changing - morphing into
Something so unreal yet so profound...
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