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Let me ******* with my soul
In places **** can't reach
Standing at the confluence our souls I am ready

Ready for extremities and places beyond limits

To awaken emotions unknown to Enrique Iglesian's verse and prose

To make love to you than the wildest Pornographic script in Hollywood

To praise your vibe with all my lungs than any Roman in the Colosseum.

I am ready...

Ready to freeze heaven's supper for angels to look down and whisper, "Wow! That's an artistic ****" before asking for a slip of the tongue forgiveness from the Holy One.

Psychopathic phrases like "choke me" to be the sweetest of our communication systems

I am ready...

Are you?
Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
 May 2022 Hooria Iftikhar
Emma P
Sun
 May 2022 Hooria Iftikhar
Emma P
Sun
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting
 May 2022 Hooria Iftikhar
birdy
Eyes a deep brown like earth
a certain haze of stability
that I wish to erode
to find the truth
I guess I’ll never understand
      Why you cry yourself to sleep

Why you look in the mirror
      To see one missing piece

What must I do to help you
      Sleep sound
            When I’m not around...

You are complex, hard to read

But,

You are

perfect

to me.
I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..
 May 2022 Hooria Iftikhar
blank
without language
poems would all be sensations
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