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I used to cry myself to sleep every night,
While you were only God knows where,
I grasped the sheets,
Cried into my pillow,
And one of the things that hurt the most,
Was knowing,
You weren't thinking about me.
I thought maybe,
Just maybe,
One day I'd be good enough of you,
But you expect perfection,
And that was something I couldn't reach.
I've been the wandering sort lately,
Waiting for the day I'll just wander right into you,
Maybe I'm just wishful thinking,
Or maybe I'm a glutton for punishment,
But I think it comes down to,
Wanting what you can't have,
And you slip through my fingers every time.
Being lonely
He beats the gong again
The guard of kabiya.

        * kabiya: cabin in which kabi (fire to frighten noxious animals like stags and wild boars) is made in autumn.
 Nov 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon
DK
I want to be crazy in love,
I want only one person on my mind,
Day and night,
to long to be in his arms,
only his lips will I want to devour,
I want to have crazy emotions for him overflow my brain,
so that I write all of these emotions on everything,
to have spontaneous moments with him,
Like kissing in the rain,
to find little love letters from him on occasion,
I want to stargazer all night with him in the yard,
and be cozy by the fire with him on a cool night,
just to sit with him and talk for hours,
about anything and everything,
I would love him,
And he would love me,
so much so that we wouldn't know what to do,
we would just be crazy...
crazy in love
I want to be crazy in love...
I know he is out there, I can feel him. Now I just have to find him...
Constantly reminded
why i don't trust you
It was september and
you said I'll just try it

I'll just try it
(c) Brooke Otto
You are everywhere, Eros
Everywhere but here
holding my hand,
looking deeply into my eyes
and beating within.
You can't hide from me, Eros,
I see you on her lips.
I see you in his gaze.

Eros, I dream of you
I cry for you
I wish for you
and I pray for you.
Eros, grasping you
is like trying to catch smoke
within my hands.
Eros, you like are smoke.
because you cause me to suffocate.  

Eros, you are hiding in his heart.
A heart that is not in range
to hear my rhythm.
Look for me. Listen to my song.
I'm the dreamer, dreaming out loud
sleeping under the tree.
Wake me up, Eros,
so together we may climb.

Eros,
I miss you.
Cut open my flesh

What will you find?

Strength that is stained

With wine that is sweet.

Filled with life and love

Which is confined in tiny tubes

But when you open my flesh

its all let

free
I feel this undying need
to bring myself to a higher plane
my mind a run away train
that managed to veer off track
only to be redirected
and brought back to center

Peace is the moment we
find our way back
to the path that suits us
and I am sprinting breathlessly
in a desperate attempt to salvage

Once again regaining the strength
to repair and purify
with nothing other than growth in mind
our internal battles are most brutal
but fighting them is surely time well spent
The only war I believe in
Nature, my goddess;
I stand in the plague of custom and of nations -
I am fourteen moon-shines.

Dimensions of nature
take fierce, dull, stale, tired land:
Our Father's love is the ******* word,
my legitimate invention.

I grow; I prosper now.
Found in King Lear, Act I Scene ii
(If found poetry isn't accepted on Hello Poetry, let me know and I'll delete it right away)
I have words to say
I want to speak,
to tell you that I--.

Did you catch that?

My muted voice
is screaming through
the pattern of my footsteps and--.

Listen; a poem of gaits.

My heart moves my tongue and
my soul pushes the air
out my lungs to formulate these words: --.

The sound carries to the eyes of the listener
who hears my body move and
sees my mouth speak but not--.

I want my words touched, my movement read, my dance heard, my voice seen.

I--.
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