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  Mar 2015 Danish Zia
Roxxanna Kurtz
I'm feeling your hands
trickling like sand,
fingertips ticking
across my hour glass hips.
I'm feeling your lips
with its gentle kiss,
tickling my neck
and shoulder bits.
I'm feeling your chest
your heart beating so fast,
a tiny rib cage drum
making its music.
I'm feeling your love
the way it fills me up,
and like a tipping cup
it's too much.

*I'm feeling too much.
  Mar 2015 Danish Zia
Laura Klawiter
You found me
Lying in a corner
Cold and crying
Love etched into my arms

You found me
Broken on the inside
Scared and Scarred
My soul corrupted

You found me
At rock bottom
Waiting for that bus to come
Even though I knew
Whenever I  got close
The bus will drive away

You found me
And you were the glove
I inflated
To float out of rock bottom
And back to my home
Back to the normality
I craved

I found you
When you had stopped caring
For those around you
When you had given up

I found you
When you had become indifferent
Stoic and cold
Hate written on your forehead
With invisible ink that everyone could see

You shouldn’t have cared
When you saw me lying in that alley
You should have kept on walking
Because you shouldn’t have cared
But something in my sick smile
Of pain and sadness
Made your heart twitch
And caused you to walk into
The darkness
And pull me towards the light
You shouldn’t have cared
When you saw the scars
On my arms and chest
But something about me, you said
Made you human again

You found me
Crying in an alley
Ready to die
I found you
Walking around on the street
In a husk of who you used to be
Yet through
Our mutual sadness
Happiness grew
Danish Zia Oct 2014
The day i apologize with a rose,
Rose burn into ashes,
Heart broke as a glass scattered its pieces everywhere,
I apologiz'd .. Oh unkind,
I exclaim'd,
She expose'd.
The day i apologize with a chocolate,
Chocolate melt'd and unshape'd,
Mind struck'd as house fly caught in  web fibric,
I apologize'd .. She asset her goal,
I exclaime'd,
She expose'd.
Danish Zia Oct 2014
Lying unnerve on ottoman,
Talking to the moon,
Brume are lavushing,
Thunder are lightning,

Lying unnerve on ottoman,
Talkin to the moon,
Being a stolid person to a monument,
From a calm situation to predicament,

Lying unnerve on ottoman,
Talking to the moon,
Meh the prat was structed in morass,
She gamed murky and i suffered onerous,
its a poem about uncanny person ..
Danish Zia Oct 2014
If she is dumb enough to walk away
Be the smart enough to let her go ..
If she dumb enough to abuse
Be the smart enough to reply with a smile ..
If she is dumb enough to  atrocious act
Be the smart enough to handgrip it ..
if she is dumb enough to get fresh one
be the smart enough to dismiss her from your mind ..

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