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 Apr 2021 Imran Islam
Teemers
hi.
 Apr 2021 Imran Islam
Teemers
hi.
tea

to warm every anxiety triggering sparks that are flying within me.
breathe
breathing heavily
what is on my mind
pure bliss and success
wins and trophies
characteristic respect
i felt your aura
and that was enough
i don't trust many
i thought you knew that
assuming with your tongue
stop that ****
i need that
validating my worth
through my light
and that's enough.
She sat there plucking bits out of the long grass in her hand
The wind ruffled her hair, lifting her eyelashes to the majestic view of the sunflower meadow
The sun setting had made a dark scarlet and purple hue in the sky
The birds retreating back to their nests
Over with their daily hunt for food, and singing their melodies
She sang her own song and whistled to the tune of the birds
Her eyes sparkling from the last rays of sun, she closed her eyes
Laying her head on the soft grass, she dozed into the night of stars
Hope this made your day better :)
I can’t help but think
that one day you will
love me unconditionally,
that you will console me
so lovingly, so seductively,
turning up your game,
putting it down,
rubbing me down,
letting the **** in you
tantalize my humanness.

I can’t help but think
that one day you will
feel me so willingly,
knowing that I never
stopped loving you
from way back when,
that kept fire burning
just for your fervid heart,
waiting for you
to come to your senses
and see that it was always me
that you needed in your system.
 Mar 2021 Imran Islam
Raven Blue
You're just a dream.
A dream that I can't even reach.
A dream that I can't have.
A dream that won't come true.
A dream that is impossible.
You're just my saddest dream.
That old familiar pull.
I feel like an old man who’s lost his wife.
He’s still here. Trying to take it one day at a time
But she calls to him
The siren song of an old friend
Wading in the waters of time
But mine isn’t a lost lover
Mine is that dark and eerie feeling of impending doom
That old familiar pull that tugs me away from the present
We live my life together
Watching from just above my body
That horrible horrible feeling is the only thing that’s ever really stayed
Always stepping on my toes when we slow dance in my head
Our silence is harmonious
Forever filling in my empty spots
I drift away in its cold arms  
That old familiar pull
It’s the soft pillow I scream into
The burning in my throat
The ringing in my ears
The sweet reminder that I can be somebody else, by not being anyone at all.
Quote: Stretch out your hand, move through me, write with me  

Hand of light has He who lives inside and all around our girth,
And when he touches us we feel like children of the light  
No greater power on earth exists then the radiant beam of Christ
Deliverer of truth and wisdom He's the power behind our every
Step.  A stretch of the hand and the sea calms down a laying of his

Opus works and the world is ours. Speak softly to him for He is your  
Featherweight friend of old, He's a Father full of radiance and gold    

Lift your eyes to him and ask for a sunbeam from his Holy heart
Invite Him into your home and sup with Him at the font of night
Give Him every chance on earth to be part of your life's journey
He is the sunlit One who never stops to radiate love to everyone
Tell Him all your hopes and fears, I assure you, He's the one...
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