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Nebuleiii Mar 2014
I could never
freely express
my love for
you

all I have
are borrowed
words,
borrowed lines

Furtively conveyed
through the
folds of
my mouth,
the roll of
my tongue.

And yet
they hold
the meaning
of all the things
I should have
but could not
say.
Nebuleiii Mar 2014
Ours is a love
so intense
It burns us
to our cores
Revealing our
naked bodies, our
raw emotions

We succumb to it
engulfed by it
Until we are no more
two  bodies

but one.
Nebuleiii Jan 2014
If love is when reality is finally better than your dreams, then I’m exactly the opposite of it. Reality can’t seem to bend its rules to let me have a good life. Dreams though are different. They are the products of our imagination. Dreams are something that we truly own. We can force it to be whatever we want it to be, whatever would suit or satisfy us. It was given to us because sometimes, we need a temporary escape from the cruel clutches of Life.
Nebuleiii Jan 2014
Poetry &
Music
Should be marketed
As pills
Sold in hospitals
& pharmaceuticals
For free

For
The common man
Needs his daily
Dose of
Sanity.
Nebuleiii Jan 2014
When you
Realize
That life
Is one piece
Of
Shameless
****

You decide
You no
Longer
              care . . .
Nebuleiii Jan 2014
Soothe my soul
                         with the music
                                                of your voice


                                        As you
appease

                                               my carnal hunger,

my wanton thirst.
Nebuleiii Jan 2014
Unfold* me
like the
sky

Touch
my stars
As they
twinkle

Bite
the moon
on my face

The sun
shines down
as you do

Inhale
the clouds
as they
pass you.
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