I'm a collection of solitudes
A silence derived from
the summation of all languages

Everywhere everybody is facing hard situations but still everybody keeps moving its because they have focus ... No I think it doesn't mean that ?? They don't want to quit and this is fate and we should take and move as much we can ... This is the reality that I found .. If that's the case what's the role of a God ?? In what way His presence is shown ?? Does that can be measured through the way He supports us by giving us a situations or by giving worse situations to make ourselves a strongest ?? ..  If this is the case then what is actually happiness ??? And for whom it is meant for ??

Poetry is a constant nagging at my soul,
the instant tears that flow upwards,
a drifting fence in my mind,
treasure in my blood,
a coercion in my veins.
Poetry is a surprising flight,
just straight from the inner heart....

© Sylvia Frances Chan

Did I touch you as I left?
That night of beer and music
Almost tipsy,
laughing good-byes

Backing into blindly
I felt an arm... a moment
guide me
before I all but fall
against you
Knew that warmth
of mass was male

You exhale
I sense your being--
behind
Amused
By accidental intimacy
I come unglued
By your flirtatious
catch of eyes
in lowered light
By faint fragrance
of whatever it is
you've drunk or used
to put yourself together

Turning
guarded
Apologize
glancing down


Women always look, though
however briefly

If, by some boundary, I am not able to act on your physical shape, then I will make love to you still, using words, I will describe a carnival on the edge of your lips!
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