Azimah Azmi: Favorites

May 2014 Azimah Azmi

Chloe

Call me a *****,
but we both know you enjoyed it.

Pretend you don't know me,
But I've still seen you naked.

Tell me I'm worthless,
But I was worth it that night.

Say what you wish,
But we still had ***.

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Body

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Poetry by MAN

Body

A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing ******* with my ****** touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding words..be my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there's no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I'll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
Down from your toes..Up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..

M.A.N 3-7-14 One of my favorites I really enjoyed writing this poem..^_* ♏

#m-a-n #body #sensual #****

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

I know.

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Fudz Lana

I know.

Your eyes are telling a tale
Everywhere you go

Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow

Your head was never high
Nor does your voice

Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.

for my lovely friend who had thought for all these years no one has seen the pain in his eyes or the anxiety on his face. I miss you. be strong.

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Nothing

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Kagami

Nothing

I have nothing to give, nothing to say.
My words are frail. My thoughts are stray.

I wonder what will happen to me
When all is said and done.
Though if anything does happen,
It will all go wrong.

I hate to rhyme, but this is how I feel,
Just empty enough to wonder what is real.

I have nothing to give, nothing to say.
But somehow, the lingering words can make me sway.

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Finish

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Charles Bukowski

Finish

We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

fifty words on why it's sometimes important to be selfish

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

b for short

fifty words on why it's sometimes important to be selfish

When you have a second,
I can show you what happens
after you take something meant
to be so deliciously singular
and trick it into becoming
part of a collection.

Just let me see if I can
fit under this microscope.
I'm sure the findings
will be worth writing down.

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

flaws in image

Apr 2014 Azimah Azmi

Georgia Marginson-Swart

flaws in image

He tells me that
My body is a map
And he wants to explore
He tells me I am a lost continent
That is more beautiful than
The rest of the world's wonders
But he doesn't see it all
Not the scars littering
My legs and sides
Or the uneven grotesque lines
On my thighs. They plague me.
He doesn't see all of me
And I wouldn't have it
Any other way.

If he sees me and all my worst flaws
He's gonna leave
They always leave.

Mar 2014 Azimah Azmi

Untitled

Mar 2014 Azimah Azmi

Mohd Arshad

Untitled

Now it is autumn of my hopes.

I had satisfied his lust.
I had recharged his mobile.
I had taken care of his injuries
On the skin and in the mind.
I had dodged my parents too.
I had been treacherous to their trust.

Today I asked him
About the possibility and sureness.

He smiled at my query.
He turned his back
And said in a coarse tone.

Are you fool?
Don't repeat this mistake.
You must be wise.
Moral blunders never get healed.