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 Dec 2015 Any present moment
Roo
You turn me on sometimes.
My heart beats fast, I'm already off the tracks but your hand is there to guide me
As it crawls up my thighs, up my sides, I'm not faking those cries
because you turn me on sometimes.

The way you hold my waist as you press me into your face,
it makes me tremble prematurely.
It makes me shiver in delight for the rest of the night.
You turn me on sometimes.

At 7am, when you wake me up
with an elbow to the face and my pulse starts to race.
Then it's whispered nothings about how hard you want to **** makes my hips start to Buck and just when I think I'm out of luck, you reply to my text:
"do you want to meet up?"
And my fingers will twitch because
you turn me on sometimes.

Feeling safe with you turns me on sometimes.
Your face against mine, checking if I'm fine even if just dropping me a line turns me on sometimes.
Sitting in class hoping for time to pass whilst all I think about is your hands on my *** whilst I'm
Biting my lip, clasping the water that I sip, try not to blush, your words do not rush,
I think to myself as you sit silently beside me.
You turn me on sometimes.
A slam poem.
The knock on the door was the last thing,
And the door was never ever opened again.

The very new chapter had begun,
And now the old was closed forever.
The fantasy,
Wild dreams,
Laughter,
Was it there to be?

Taking a deep breath,
She opened the door,
This time it was a new one,
Smiling she stood,
With Kohl in her eyes,
Hairs perfectly a mess,
With smile to make the world still.

Holding on to her dreams,
With some new beginnings,
A happy heart,
And maybe a new start.

She was strong enough to go on,
To move on with it.

Her wild dreams had a new destination,
Destination which was unknown,
And the road which took her there,
Was a mystery on it's own.

She was a world in herself,
The world which had no boundaries,
Where there was archaic,
Where she was the queen of her very own dreams,
Where the gestures were the best way to interact,
Where happiness was the key to love,
Where being you was important.

So she took her first step forward,
And she was ready to rise high,
And to fall,
And still smile,
Because this time it was she who had decided,
By looking back to the time,
She must smile upon her flaws,
And still rise above all.

And the knock on the door was never heard again,
And now the door was open once and for all.
Let it go, because you never know when its time.
Enjoy every bit and laugh till you drop.
 Oct 2015 Any present moment
ryn
Allow me to step into your space.
Let us be close,
standing face to face.
So close...
Where our hands could meet,
and our hearts could greet...
The one chance
to finally indulge this long awaited dance.

Cradling one another...
In open arms.
Surendering...
Submitting...
To careless caresses,
bashful gazes and charms.

Our feet would mirror,
the gaits
of each other.
Our eyes ensnared
with senses all bared...
To the rise and fall
of the nectarous melody.
Playing for what seemed like eternity
in silence.

That eternity is now here.
Seizing this dance,
we gambol and frolic
without reservations and fear...
For the hours have frozen
and the seconds have ceased to tick.

This is our song.
Seemingly refined,
cultured and well versed.
This is our dance.
Enchanting,
perfect,
albeit unrehearsed.
he still doesn't realize
that beauty has a price

he plucks roses and
wonders why they wither
when he's never learnt
to check their roots.

with thorns between his lips,
he speaks softly about
the way love has eluded
him over the years.

his palms like written verse,
scarred and coarse, petals
falling delicately out of
time from his fingertips.

he sees beauty but he
does not see underneath

he has always been
one to see the flames
but never feel the heat.
© copyright
I sometimes wonder if I have a problem.
From drinking in bars, to ***** basements.
To late night crashes with beings.
I couldn't care about even if I wanted to.
Because all I ever wanted was you.
And every time my lip touches that cold glass.
I think of your cold skin.
Because you chose to stop being.
You let your demon's take you from within.
In that moment you were no longer being.
You stopped being.
And I stopped being.
Who I wanted to be
And now I am just one of those troubled souls.
Replacing the taste of you
With something new.
The burn of whisky.
The smell of the alcohol on my breath.
My body screams, "STOP!"
But my mind says,"what for...?"
So here I am.
Stuck in this cold cell.
Dealing with this burning hell.
Remind me of the things we were.
And the love you took away.
So this drink is for you, my love.
Let it burn my throat.
So no one can hear my screams.
And let it warm my insides.
So I can pretend I'm me.
Individual perception creates alternate realities. Infinite views.
Some shared among many,
Some among few,
Some are created and confined within one.
Objectively, everything is real.
Because nothing is real.
some doors shouldn't be opened, but humans have such a violent need to be loved,
so we break the locks and let the demons in
©rainecooper
I just adore how you feel upon my skin, October.
I went outside to sit beneath an autumn tree
With its beautiful, colorful assortment of leaves
Crunching beneath me
And I asked,
If I looked as beautiful dying.

The passerby stare,
Analyzing the earthbound woman with a mossy soul
And never fail
To tell others
Of
The girl with golden leaves in her hair, in love with a boy who held autumn within the palms of his hands.

Blood spiller, blood drinker, heart of flame.
The days come and go, but in autumn, she cannot be tamed.
                                                                                                             -Shauna
This one is dedicated to my lovely boyfriend who truly is the greatest.
"A lil crazy", he says
I guess I do look a bit crazy sometimes
I love with all of me
I only give up when I've exhausted every resource and every avenue.
I surrender only when it's my only option left for self preservation.
I have two speeds:
Stopped and full throttle.
I do not do half-assed or just a little.
To someone who doesn't understand that
I might seem crazy.
To someone who sees it for what it is
Maybe it's beautiful
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