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I shouldn’t be saying these words to you.
I shouldn’t be having these thoughts of you.
I shouldn’t be kissing your metaphorical neck,
Because I hate you.
My god, do I ******* hate you.
Actually, you disgust me.
But I can’t get past you.
I can’t get the smell of your hair out of my nose,
I can never wipe all of your kisses away,
I can never forget how warm your stomach was,
Or how soft your ear is,
Or the outline of your fingers,
Your bony, irritating, adorable fingers.
I hate you so much, I think I’m insane to love you.
 Feb 2015 The Demons Within
PS
Know.
 Feb 2015 The Demons Within
PS
If I write it down
Maybe I'll stop thinking about you
And all the things
I wish I knew.

The names I would've called you
The nicknames you called me
Our talks of foreign films and ghosts
And your love of 1960s.

It's too far now
It's been a month since we spoke
And we could've had what we wanted
If I didn't need to know.
First poem. Hope you like it. It's love, isn't it?
Look up above your head and you will see
A swirl of stars, all shimmering across the sky.
Countless specks of sand on a seemingly endless beach.

Beyond your sight the universe expands
At a frightening rate.
Faster and Faster
Quicker than light.
Thousands of galaxy clusters
Teeming with stars.

So many planets await us.
Many billions they say.
But it would take many thousands of years
To reach the nearest star
By rocket.

Unpack those telescopes I declare.
If we can’t get there
We can stand and stare.

Who knows what’s out there in our Milky Way?
We must keep searching
Come what may.
A Modern topic.
They expect me to be as smart as Einstein

To have the body of an Olympic athlete

Show kindness to everyone even if they have hurt me

Deal with my own problems

To shut the hell up when I curse

They say THEIR world doesn't revolve around me

But they don't understand that right now MY world revolves around them
 Feb 2015 The Demons Within
aeb
He observed me
nodding his head
and smiling

With every nod
my nervousness became
even worse

My eyes widened
when he walked
closer to me

Still observing
still staring into
my eyes

As he came closer
my walls came up
and I wouldn't let
them down

He stood in front of
me, smiling the brightest
smile I ever saw

But then, his smiling eyes
disappeared and they
got worry in return

He asked me
when are you going to
put those walls down?

I answered
until the world doesn't
hurt me anymore

a.e.b
Brick by brick
I've built my castle
These stones as cold
as my poor heart

These walls as tall
as my hopes once were
Now they dwell
deep in the trenches

On scarce occasions
when trespassers roam
The gates are locked
and I'm safe (and lonely) inside
 Feb 2015 The Demons Within
Mr X
Her face isn't the best
But her smile is great.
Her nose isn't that perfect
But her voice is like velvet.

No one tries to find her heart
And so she reveals her heart to papers.

She writes about love
And about all the people she loves.
She writes about all their feelings
And about all their joys and miseries.

And the people she writes about,
Are the ones whom she'll never see or know perhaps.

And still in this brilliant way,
She captures their stories and
Her own heart in her soulful music
And gives it to the world to discover.

And that's why perhaps,
She's called a star.
No one tries to find her heart
Coz' she has already given it to all of us.
 Feb 2015 The Demons Within
Mr X
A poet's philosophy
Is what makes him immune
To the widespread disease
Of suffering and pain.

A man's philosophy
Is what makes him detach
From all attachments
To think only of gain.

A woman's philosophy
Is what makes her accept
And live with all
The ***** truths of men.

A child's philosophy
Is what makes it realise
That there's so much left to realise
Over and over again.
It alway's starts with an ending.
A death. An explosion. A whimper.
Sending those into the sense of Impending
doom, as the fear of the future looms.
Descending further from understanding
We unravel as we are tangling
Up in the spinning world- to fast
to to just stay standing. We run
Knowing that it ended as it begun.
Handling our own- Two hands, one gun.

You see I'd rather bite the bullet.
than loose it or fire blindly. Aiming
neither at the mother or the egg- but the pullet.  
Standing behind me is my shadow-
He holds the gun steady- his aim narrows
And foolish he fires inside me.  
He's devilish in nature
But his intentions are pure and holy.
A strikingly dark creature
Who insists the world persists slowly.

He told me we all run fast when we're scared.
It's those who can keep the pace,
Even when the are not dared, that deserve honour,
recognition and maybe even fame.
But it' those same people who- when it ends-
Will take the blame.
Sometimes you're mind wanders off when you think about the earth spinning.
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