Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS

When you love something,
You risk your sanity
You lose your ability to reason with a sound mind
Love takes over and is unyielding when it comes to the head and heart.
The path of logic is a clear road with hardly any obstacles
The path of love is unknown to the outside eye
It's unpredictable in every way
You could go down that path and never make it to the other side
Is it worth, to pick love over logic?
You have to decide for yourself.
If you choose the path of logic,
You are almost guaranteed a safe and clear cut journey
But oh, what an adventure love is
If you choose the path of love, you could find your worst fear;
Experience the worst pain you've ever felt in your life
Or you could stumble upon everything you've ever wanted
Is it worth it?

        m.h.

While there's no ink on any paper,
No clicking of keys to satisfy
the hunger of a page
My mind holds the ink and the clacking
Typing up inaccuracies
Drawing conclusions

Writing a fearful poem
Drenched in black ink and woe.

Hey you,
I've been thinking a lot recently
Wondering how this could have happened.
Five months and I'm still not over it.
But at least now I'm somewhat functional.

Did you know I used to feel the same way you did?
Wanting to end my life
By some self-inflicted act
The rush of a knife,
The avalanche of pills
Anything to make me feel okay
To run away.

Can I tell you the truth?
Sometimes I still do.
But I owe it to you
To get better.
And I know you would say
I owe it to myself as well.

So yes, I've written about you before.
About the sacredness of your memories
About how it breaks my heart to miss you.
But today, I just wanted to say thank you.
You've had a weighted hand in
Saving my life.
And you probably don't even know it.

So, in conclusion, sincerely and, as always, love
Me.

Long days toil over.
A swarm of moans of groans.
As the 17:44 was cancelled abruptly.
The sky was crying yet again.
Transport ground to a halt.
Train ran over a broken heart.
Attached to greatly ruptured being.
Fragments of fractured bone, ground into powder.
Evening commuters trek, ground to a halt.
Transport held to ransom by suicidal jurisdiction.
As the train ground the bones of the deliberate victim.
(C) LIVVI

I’m that girl no one knows. I’m friends with the kids no one understands. I love the music no one likes. I write the story no one wants to read. I live the life no one wants to lead. We are the kids no one wants to know. We play the music no one wants to hear. We write the poems no one wants to read. We live the lives no one wants to live. You are the kid no one knows. You love the music no one likes. You write the story no one wants to write. You live the life no one wants to lead. How’s it feel? I hide from the world. We hide from the world. You hide from the world. Now you know what it’s like to be like me. To be the kid that no one sees.