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 Sep 2018 edwill makamu
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Your scars may run deep
Like the water among rivers
Your pain etched deep
Like the deep crevices of stone
Your heart may be failing
But I'm here to revive it.

You said you cannot go on
Yet you've traveled a thousand miles more
You say you're all alone
I can hold your hand, side by side
You think you're nothing
Yet your living, standing, breathing, beautiful

You feel trapped within your mind
Like a dove in a cage
Yearning to be free
From the ribcage confining you
You want to go to the extreme
But that is not the answer

Your life is so confusing
But all trails lead to the highway
Your mind is lost to darker thoughts
Yet there is an edge to the forest
Your mind tells you no
But what does your heart truly believe?

You feel like your floating through life, endlessly
Yet your feet stand on the ground firmly
You think you hear the drums of death
Yet I can only hear the sound of beauty
You think I cannot help you
I don't, I want to support you

I do not know how your life is or the issues it concerns
The twisted roads and dead ends your life has come to
How many times your heart has been staked or your body in pain
How many friends have abandoned you on a single plea for help
I can understand your mistrust, but believe
Believe in a tomorrow, a tomorrow with me

Do not intend to relive yesterday,
What has been said is done
Actions are like leaves drifting away
There is a tomorrow your eyes have not seen
Though it may be rough how else can it be?
If not for you then do it for me

How many people can your mind keep count
Or the many places exquisite with beauty?
How many lovers can your heart keep count
Until you find the one safe and happily?
How many adventures can you go through
Until you find a home content with life?

If not for you then do it for me
What friends love you will surely be sad
What family will weep, cry at your loss
How will their lives be changed
Without your light by their side?
You're not alone, little dove.

This is not the answer so
Please step away
Put the hurt down and walk away
Run into my arms and feel safe
I won't tell a soul if you
Promise to be safe

You only live once
So why throw it away?
For something you don't know
If it'll be better
So please stop drinking
And be sober with me

Put the gun down and
Surrender to me
If not for you then do it for me
Relive all the good memories
And come with me
Don't let go of what you know

Please, don't go..
And never know of what you don't
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 Sep 2018 edwill makamu
Jaida
Maybe
 Sep 2018 edwill makamu
Jaida
It’s the basic brown eyes that have me hypnotized
The slightest thought of you suddenly makes me weak inside
Not knowing if it’s the fact that i know you or don’t know part of you at all that makes me want more
But i sure can’t wait to see what’s in store
And though i can’t quite put my finger on it something about you gets me going everyday
Sometimes i feel as if I’m not good enough for you but then it just makes me want to better myself for you in every way
And as all the thoughts run to my mind about you i start to smile then blush because I’m in love with that little smirk you do without even noticing it especially with certain words you say
All i know is if someone were to ask if this is the Love I’ve been wishing for then my answer is yeah.
It just may, be.
Loneliness is when
you're surrounded by people
who don't care at all.
 Jun 2018 edwill makamu
Jack
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
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