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My lonely mind will not let me forget
All the details that make up who you are
The marks left on your surface and within
Down to every last blemish and scar

I'm reminded of your gentle hands
The patterns they traced on my skin
A single touch is all it took
For your sweet poison to seep in

I still taste your kiss on my lips
The pressure from yours in the dark
Friction unlike any before or since
Only your caress ignites that spark

Every morning when I wake
From another tortured dream
I stare into my coffee mug
And feel your hot breath rise with the steam

I look to the sky and see your eyes
Gazing back into my own
The identical shade of blue
As your irises is what I'm shown

The sunshine softly lands on my cheeks
I can't help but recall the heat
From the blood rushing under your flesh
Through your veins, the glow is bittersweet

The wind whispers your name to me
A wispy echo in my ears
I weakly attempt to stop the sound
Yet nothing can tame these shameful fears

When I drive I turn up the music
Hoping to drown out thoughts of you
To no avail, the bass thumps the
Exact rhythm your heartbeat used to

Raindrops collect on the window
Like the tears that formed on your lashes
Fragments of our past keep coming
Back to me in sporadic flashes

My bed has grown to twice the size
It was before this tired dispute
I wrap myself in blankets but
For your arms there is no substitute

I have replaced your chest with my pillow
It lies there stoic, seeming too still
The absence of your exhaling lungs
Keeps me awake against my will

I remember every inch of you
Lost in what was, I'm losing control
Your memory is a phantom
Clinging to my heart, haunting my soul
This came straight from the heart ya'll
 Mar 2018 Nazanin
Renae
Fighter
 Mar 2018 Nazanin
Renae
What does it mean
To always be ready
Offense
Defensive
I am always
On this
One way street
Fists is position
Steady
Pivoting
I am a fighter
It is all I know now
Concussions
Bruised
what is left of me
Bleeds on the inside
where none can see
 Mar 2018 Nazanin
Lucy
What I Feel
 Mar 2018 Nazanin
Lucy
Give up, don't fight
**** myself tonight
It's not what I want
It is how I feel
I don't like to tell ya
But I somehow gotta deal

But maybe
It's the other way around
Cause at this point
I don't really know
What I truly Feel
If I feel at all
What I really think consciously
Conjure up at will

Put a pen to the paper
A keyboard to the screen
Post my poems online so I can finally be seen

I crave connection
Like all humans do
But as someone like me
I crave solitude

Get up, no spite
Safe myself tonight
It is what I want
Kinda how I feel
I really need to tell ya
To finally make the deal
I adore wolves in front of some people
I know the one who's able to see the moon behind the foggy sky.
 Mar 2018 Nazanin
Carina
Raw Passion
 Mar 2018 Nazanin
Carina
When you were a young child,
you wore your naive head in the clouds.
The vastness of space was your limit,
there were no social norms to worry about.

Growing up they told you,
you should pretend that you don't care,
so when your hopes would get devastated,
disappointment could give you a spare.

And now you find yourself wondering:
when did I stop following my ambition?
The thing you regret most when you die,
is your passion's creeping omission.

Besides, how can you ever win a game,
that out of fear you did not participate in?
Without your dreams you're a soulless ghost,
like a concaved snake's skin.

If only you're bold enough to walk your own path,
alienated and without an established map.
You will soon realize that your passion's just waiting,
for your courage to close the gap.
I came to realize that in our society less people are brave enough to dream and follow their passions. No one should be judged by his ability to dream of what he/she can be. No one should have to feel ashamed to openly express what you are passionate about. It is courageous and commendable to pursue your goals.
Never forget you can be whatever you want if only you believe in yourself!
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