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There's nothing more humbling
Than a good ***** up, right?
A ceremony in disguise,
Protective animus inside.
Twist gold on fingers crucified,
Next in a line for sacrifice.

Please don't panic,
Its under control.

The spirit forcing its way out,
Selective hearing, angry mouth.
We hear it whispering the doubts.
Drowning love in times of drought.

Please don't panic,
Its under control.

Experimented on in dreams.
Through walls and sleep they carried me.
Offer the fish but no one chases.
Somebody's been here,
Someone faceless.

Please don't panic
Its under control.
Its about a dream where i got married and abducted by aliens. Hadn't written one that rhymed in a while.
a mind is a treacherous thing to baste
but shes havin too much fun
runnin and gunning in the wild west of city streets
shes the star of her own reality show
but its never so real
she would have to think about consequence
never so real she would have to look you in the eye

she was a delicate beauty
now grown thin
stretched too far on the hard line
in the company of cold faces with dollar sings for eyes
she was a warm hand holding mine
when i needed it
never got a chance to return the favor
fore the streets swallowed her whole
a mind is a treacherous thing to baste
and she has slow roasted hers
The dog chasing its tail
The cat who thinks it found a friend in the reflection in the glass
Deluded
Nothing but pity
(And maybe a little disgust)
For those who who believe they know so much
Gemeni boy
Both happy and sad
He mourns while dance
He chooses to be slow but can still be fast

He's a serious joke
A sad laugh
His future is in his past
Breaks easily but somehow last

When hes quite he speaks the loudest
He's self centered but modest
He tends to forget but has a good memory
His too many friends are his too many enemies.
Think not of it, sweet one, so;---
      Give it not a tear;
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
      Any---anywhere.

Do not lool so sad, sweet one,---
      Sad and fadingly;
Shed one drop then,---it is gone---
      O 'twas born to die!

Still so pale? then, dearest, weep;
      Weep, I'll count the tears,
And each one shall be a bliss
      For thee in after years.

Brighter has it left thine eyes
      Than a sunny rill;
And thy whispering melodies
      Are tenderer still.

Yet---as all things mourn awhile
      At fleeting blisses,
E'en let us too! but be our dirge
      A dirge of kisses.
Some people are special naturally
Neither by endeavor nor by wishing
Their lord makes them that way
For another person and for him, solely
It could be that the Lord has made every mortal unique
But kept the beauty in the eye of the beholder
Only the two who are meant for one another
Can see and feel the difference in their love
Like all exemplary relations this bond needs much patience
Sacrifices have to be made and courage displayed
But once the Lord wills, he needs say only 'Be'
And the destined souls can feel themselves being elated
Once their love blossoms it means they have been blessed
With a relationship none like any other they have ever had
There are no barriers of age or gender; status or physical beauty
It can simply be called destiny
Those special to each other no longer know the meaning of being selfish
Their hearts now contain nothing but pure feelings
It’s a connection between two souls made from the Great light
Intricate and simple side by side
It’s just too hard to describe
Only those who have felt it
Can possibly know what the real deal is
The happiness of being with that special person
The tenderness of his warm feelings
The agony of missing him
Fear of losing him, side by side
The loving words
The magical hugs
The fun chit chats
Messing with others
Those little fights
And the big scary ones too
The emotional scene once the quarrel is over
And soon after which there is uncontrollable laughter
For each moment with that special person
You thank Allah almighty with all you can
In the end you hope that you will be able to stay with that person forever
Both in this world and in the paradise of hereafter
For that’s how special the person really is
It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of it
However, one important thing is to not lose sight of the real truth
You’d better not love that mortal more than the one truly worthy of it
Your creator is the one you ought to love the most
For he’s the one who blessed you with these feeling in the first place
Keep this in mind and all shall be well
Both for you and that special one
A poem about true love :)
Its a blessing from Allah almighty.
I am beyond what I see and am what I feel.
Flowing to the sea,
bring me back to you.
Under the stars, dreaming of the shore
The way he looked
as he walked across the bare cement floor,
basement near done, but that was close enough,
his footsteps become my ****** pulse
Tobacco between his teeth,
No look to me, none at all, but we all knew we were there
Someone lit the fire
I know who,
we all knew we were there,
though
when I think of the one with the rolled affection,
everyone else melts into a painting on the wall
Shadow puppets gaily riot
trapped by the blank stare
a dance of their own

his dark curls are his most obscuring feature, but they lit up the basement that night
He lit me up
Like a cigarette that would burn at both ends
taking life away twice as fast
giving thrice the reason to live
making me fall infinitely more into him
all while knowing
I can never have him
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