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 Feb 2016
lluvia de abril
I don’t know if you know
I carry you
in an involuntary sigh
in a constant exodus of yearning
and in the frantic deepness of all
nostalgic thought, shaking time and distance
to place me near you
in the closeness of your warmth
remembered

I carry you in sorrow
precipitated
in the absence of your voice
and in the memory of your rib cage molded
in the shape of ardent weakness
my embrace

I carry you, the braille at the tip of my fingers
life drawn in lines on my left palm
and in the carcass of calm interrupted
by the pounding of a heart’s ill-time

I don't know if you know, but
I carry you in the crown of memories consoled
and in the spine of excess
where I fall, between involuntary sighs
defeated
in your skin remembered
from the confines
of the heart
On a night...just a night.
 Jul 2015
Nathan Pival
The innocence in your eyes
Freedom in your laugh
Your smile makes me forget
The troubles
The pain
The sorrow
You feel like one of my oldest friends
Yet you're probably the youngest
I know we rock to the same beat
And when I'm with you
Our jam is always playing
Two old souls met again
On this plane of existence
Across time and space
Through the ages
Against colossal odds
Against societal norms
A connection that cannot be broken
Forever
Always
You, I love innocently
 Jul 2015
Ocean Blue
Dreaming of you throughout the day,
Meeting your smile in every rainbow,
Looking at pics of you last May,
Catching your voice in each echo,
Watching the news of where you live,
Searching for you after you leave,
Behind each word, each poem,
Was it you ? And the message you chose,
Where I read Je t'aime
Maybe you mean someone close?
Counting in years,
Before our paths meet again,
Because you know
Against time I never complain.
And of course, my heart,
Oh for you never stops to beat and hurt.
So, Darling, please
You tell me... if this is not Love,
What it is.*

<3
Definitely somewhere between longing and slavery...
 Jul 2015
Rel Jade Saladaga
It Gives me a clear sky the first time I saw you,
Eagerness to meet you.

And its like magic the moment that I am now with you
Your smile fills my paradise.

But in the days of two, why does blue sky turns to gray?
Your voice turns into a roar of a lion.

Your silence gives me a sound of pain.

I'm sorry if I think like dumb and acts like a gun.
I'm sorry if I always want to hug you.
I'm sorry if I always want to see you.
I JUST MISS YOU

I'm sorry for the jokes I told you that teases you
And glitches your mood.
I'm sorry if it annoys you.
I'M JUST COMFORTABLE BEING WITH YOU

I'm sorry for forgetting things
Cause all I think is you.
I'm sorry if I'm not Handsome for you
Nor a perfect man for you.
I just want to show you how much I LOVE YOU.

But can I ask you?
WHO AM I TO YOU??
 Jul 2015
Mahdiya Patel
I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can hear you in my head
As loud as a babies cry in the earliest morning

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I see you in my thoughts
Like a musician creating composures that cause ones ears to bleed of euphoria

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can't shake you from my bones
You are now ingraved in me

I can feel you within me
Feeding off my sadness

Within my veins
******* me dry

Leaving me with nothing to flow

I can't feel...
.
.
.
.
I am numb
 Jun 2014
Sharina Saad
Love is...
as soft as the white clouds in the sky
as tender as a mother's touch on your skin

Love is..
as flaming hot as the orange sun
that shines so bright
burning your feet till your brain is baked
love cookies in your heart...

Love...
shelters your heart
at night it gives you shade
when the shy moon appears

when the stars start to twinkle
all you can witness is the words of love...
the night sky sparkling with love

Love is...
always as sweet as honey
sometimes can be as bitter as your black coffee

Love is ...
as sharp as the white roses thorns
as cruel as the life in a metropolitan city

Love is just simple you see...
It just has too many meanings...
 Apr 2014
Kurt Kanawa
this bed feels so cold
with only
one body
sleeping,

this body feels so old
with only
one heart
beating,

this heart feels sick,
so ill
with emptiness
and regret

a thousand thoughts
falling like
shards of glass,

falling in a place
where time
does not pass,

how long
does it take a man
to die of loneliness?

to die of longing
to be truly loved
even just once

even if it be
just for a second
or two,

just to hold on
to something
precious
and true,

to hold on
to a heart
other than
my own,

to melt a heart
made of
winter
and stone.

how long
does it take a man
to die of loneliness?

a lifetime,
it seems.
 Mar 2014
K Balachandran
Flower, passion filled lover,
remember ever, the very first moment
we forgot our separate existences
became one, melting in a fragrance.
 Dec 2013
Craig Harrison
I don't care about your age
or the fact you earn a higher wage
I love you because

Because when I see you I like how I feel
I love you because when I'm with you everything is real

I love your blond hair
and how much you love and care
I love your smile and your big hazel eyes
I love you because you're wise

I love you because you are smart
I love you because you remind me of art
so beautiful, the world must see
I love you because for some reason you love me

I love everything about you
and I'm happy you love me too

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 Oct 2013
Jane Clark
Now, safe within these walls
I can forget
the press of things undone,
days of regret.

Tonight new dreams are mine
with just a touch.
Enclosed within your arms
and loved so much.

As treasure in your eyes
I feel no fear.
We dance, we spin and float,
then, resting near -

Your warm hand holding mine
in sweet repose.
Your breathing stirs my hair,
your eyelids close.

Tonight, new dreams are yours
with just a touch.
Enclosed within my arms
and loved so much.
 Jul 2013
K Balachandran
A honeybee he is,
but how does he know
it's his brief to make honey;
never once it was  articulated anywhere,
following a faint tune of fragrance
he flies, crossing barriers, forgetting everything else.

This is a divine madness, his blood sings,
he is just an instrument in the creation of sweetness,
but when,
the rain clouds pour down in torrents
the flowers are laden with water
his honey tastes different.
In summer he hums a different tune,
in resonance with many fragrances that invite him,
as flowers vie with each other,
to let him have their taste.
Honeybee's tune now changes to a love song,
always remembered by the inebriated pairs of lovers
roaming in the gardens.
A honeybee he is, he is unaware what it means,
he is prompted by nature in all he does.
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