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  Dec 2016 alma
Maya Angelou
Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
***** of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my *******, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.
  Dec 2016 alma
Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
  Dec 2016 alma
Maya Angelou
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.
  Dec 2016 alma
Emily Dickinson

“Why do I love” You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
I love Thee—
  Dec 2016 alma
Emily Dickinson

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
alma Dec 2016
he is hardly believe in love
at one point he talked to her name
that he never knew how much it means..
he is somewhat
that he didn't know what it takes to feel the love again..
he such a man with twisted mind
he never thought a woman could ever be 'a' woman..
til' he swim his soul to mine looked somehow distinct.
alma Oct 2016
memang aku tak pantas
aku bukan yang bisa dimiliki
memiliki pasangan jiwa yang bisa
yang mampu..

selalu kuingat kamu
malam ini yang penuh dengan hati gegana..
aku sekarang percaya
kamu adalah bisa..

berbohong bukanlah pilihanku
hati ini berteriak seolah berkata
..bahwa memang tidak ada yang layak
setelah setahun berlalu sudah kulihat yang ada..

tidak ada dan tidak ada
aku tak mengerti mengapa hati ini terus berteriak..
seolah tidak ingin tidak ada kamu disini

hati memang membutuhkanmu
hati memang tidak bisa menolak
..karena hanya kamu yang mampu berjalan hingga kiamat nanti

dan hanya dirimu yang mampu menyakiti jiwa dan ragaku
takkan ada yang bisa
takkan pernah.
im trying to improve in (bahasa indonesia) hope you guys likey! **
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