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Anonymous Apr 2013
I want naked people on the moon
I want dancing flowers around the sun
I saw you in the crowd smilin baby
I couldn’t ask for more
I saw a child dreaming today
And I saw a mother cry
I see new things everyday
None is erased from the mind
I’d rather see a face darling
With no worries of tomorrow
Because what is life? A joke anyways
And all we need is some comfort
Let’s be comfortable together
Naked, all eachothers
Free from each other but free together
Let’s make a world from each other
Lets make a world from each other
Let’s make fun of this joke
Recreate the meaning, put some unicorns too
Oh how I low the fountain below
Anonymous Apr 2013
If I was Addicted to ******
It would be the same feeling
But you keep me away
from what I should belong to.

So many people pass me by
Asking for my heart
I can’t give them something tied to you

How many faces
How many bodies should pass me by?

All they do is
bring me closer to you...

Don’t say no,
I know we’re not the
Relationship kind of people
But I can’t be with anybody else
And I can’t stop seeing of your lips and not kiss them

What a shame, what a loss
******, its perfect dose
Enough to knock me down but don’t **** me
It’s painful to think of

When I let him kiss me tonight
All I thought of was you
Anonymous Apr 2013
The silence is a blank.
Nothingness.
Only he can fill the space
That strange, curious being.

My heart heaves, beckoning to him.
that man.
that girl.
that wonder.

I am so lonely- lone, lonesome, unaccompanied.
But there is a key for every lock.
A silence for every cry.
Hope.
It's a patient thing.
Hope.

That human, who i crave, is full of life.
Laughs, smiles, in spite of my quirky mind.

In cold, rainy days
she dances/he dances in poetry,
with an unnamed beauty.

his warmth fills
a thousand bitter caverns,
a thousand ice wastes.

and My eyes closes at night,
comforted by love itself.
Because his love has a tomorrow.
Her love guarantees another day.

No-one is made of stone,
least of all me,
with my queer little ways,
and my fantastical mind.
but he accepts that,
welcomes that, a
s a completion to a set.

A rebel,
a stallion within a field of ponies.
Red, fiery red,
not afraid to be free.
does what he wants,
when she wants,
despite the obstacles.
A perfect imperfection.

But I'm dreaming.
She is impossible.
He is impossible...
The curious and lonesome search of a man and a woman...
Anonymous Mar 2013
Waiting...
Waiting.
Waiting for him to think of you.
Waiting to be woken up
From the deepest dream
By a heavy knock.
Excited, nervous,
Pure, gentle.
Longing...
Longing to welcome him
Longing to feel,
To touch,
To kiss,
To fall.
Pretending
it's only for awhile
Wishing
it's forever.
Lost lover #999
Anonymous Mar 2013
He said "thank you"
I don't know why.
Didn't ask, just stayed still
And quiet
As he moved afar
Then I moved afar
I looked behind,
the distance was long
But I will always wonder
Why he thanked me and then went on...
Anonymous Mar 2013
Here I am, lover lost before falling
Lust taking over.
Left with nothing but
imagination of hopes, dreams.
Of falling softly and slowly.

I'm walking away from you.
Walking away.
Because I believe you are no good.
But hell, how would I know?
I'm just afraid of you not feeling anything.
So I'm walking away, silently,
unexplained.
But Baby, I wish i can have you around.
Keep you in my palms, play around,
then let you go when I want.
Always twinkle your interest,
without losing my sense of self,
My own strength.
But human are not to be controlled…
**** i wish there was a way.
You seem so perfect with your body around me.
You, me where we fit.
And I love your little ways,
and your warm face, and your kind of beard…
AND...
I love that you are a silent rock,
only sometimes unravels
but even then, not really.
& I love your little ways.
Your quick, non-lasting smiles.
Your stubborn heart.
Your stubborn hands, arms, body…
Your stubborn words.
Your shy words.
Your quick ways,
your changing moods.
Your silent mysteries,
your loud and goofy mysteries… I love it all.
I love it all.
I love it all.
But I must leave you to my mind.
A book,
a poem,
a song.
I must leave you for
other women to enjoy.
I hate the thought.
I hate the thought.
I fear it all.
That one perfect being, you must leave.
Anonymous Mar 2013
And I will finish what we had started
with someone else.
Another body
Another soul
A stranger.
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