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The fear of you noticing me
Noticing you
The fear of you leaving
The fear of you merely passing by
The fear of you disappearing so suddenly
After coming by so often
Catching me by its anticipated yet still tragic
Surprise
The fear of you being annoyed by my uncontrollable infatuation
The fear of your smile fading little by little
The more you see me
The fear of you evading me altogether
The fear of never knowing you

The fear of my regrets
The fear of my loneliness
The fear of my hollowness
The fear of my fear
The fear of living so empty
When once I was so unbearably fulfilled
Though even those happier days were spent with a fear of
Losing
Still I have to live with this fear of bareness
Of a soul
That once adorned a jewel
That was so wonderful
All it did
Was to incite fear of its loss
And in my foolishly tight
Protective grips
It has shattered completely
Leaving only a naked melancholy
reminder
Of a fear of love that once were.
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Muneer
Give me a moment,
And I will give you an eternity
Give me a breath,
And I will dedicate every breath in my lungs for you.
Give me a secret,
And I will confide in you all my secrets
Give me a bit of your love,
And I will give you all of mine
Give me a smile,
And I will always give you a reason to smile
Give me a reason to come back,
And I will keep coming back for you
Give my heart a life,
And I will live for you.
Give me just a tiny piece of yourself,
And I will give you all of me.
-© M
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Mongi
I’m just a dreamer

Sometimes, deep in the dead of the quiet nights
I have laid down my deep old plans quietly like the dead
Visions of that which is ought to be creep in, sneakily
Like a thief in the night they sneak into my quiet sleep
I’m clueless I’m just a thief stealing from beyond the steep
As I realize I’m already at the crack of dawn
I realize I cannot let my night’s vision down
I battle between pulling my visions to this time
Or dragging my being to the time of my vision
One way or another, the visual becomes clearer
I kick yesterday’s old, aching and tired corpse out of me
And I breathe in a new determination into me
I begin to make that which is ought to be, be
People begin to call me a genius
O, dear you people, I’m just a dreamer!
A visionary who sees visions
I’m not even sure if my visions will wake me to reality
Any day now
And any night, for now,
I’m just a dreamer!


Mongi C. Nkabindze
Having one huge dream in your life, that you keep chasing. You're direly eager to see it transform into reality. But you end up thinking, maybe it's literally supposed to remain a dream
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Pagan Paul
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Links in the chemist chain
laced in a double helix
defy the laws of the universe,
and the atavistic resurgence
creates isotopes of dream passion.
     Elements conspire in panic
     with a symmetry of casual chaos
     that mimics an atomic bomb,
     destroying its own creator
     in a cruel parody of birth paradox.
          Arresting the Iris of Dissolution
          with cuffed anxiety drowning
          in a pond of helium ore,
          carelessly drifting on acid flesh,
          coagulating in a soup of memory.


And the paradigm shifts again,
reality unfocussed clears, strains,
revealing your shuddering form,
next to me, keeping me warm.
Lids flicker and you open your eyes,
shining, smiling in cute surprise.
Moving my finger up to my lips
whilst I gently untangle our hips.

     Do you remember this night?
     Last night, tonight, tomorrow night?
     Time begins to slowly rewind,
     on the night you blew my mind.


My essence is filled with your heart,
a love I have yet to discover.
Whilst you wander between the stars,
my universe starts to recover.

So please don't break this silence now.
Please don't shatter this moment long,
I want this post ****** memory to remain
in the morning when you have gone.

© Pagan Paul (04/11/17)
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Dr Peter Lim
Life revolves around
either attachment or detachment
( the in-between is indifference)
what is your sentiment?
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Dr Peter Lim
Truth got up one morning
and in astonishment it did ask:
'How do I know whether
I'm real or a bluff'?
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