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Sometimes I like to press my palms against my chest,
And forced all the oxygen out.
I'm still not sure if it's because I don't want to live anymore,
Or because I feel that all my pain will attach itself to the air,
And someone else will breath in my depression.
one day
all the petals will
fall off
and you will pick another flower
and you will wait
and for some reason the
petals will continue to fall off
again you pick a flower
one after one
trying to make each flower
last longer than the other
and all you noticed was
you had to buy
a fake flower
because the petals
wont fall
*~l.r.p
Twists and turns
Describe the spaces and races
Body processes, yearns
To learn how you tie your laces
Stars group in a constellation
Pointing the way
And through the devastation
I see them like wounds, say
Did I ever tell you
I love the blue
In your eyes.
I wake up with your smell braided through my hair
                            Saturating my senses from the night before

Starlight and moonshine lit rings of soft fire in our eyes

                            Falling asleep in your arms
                            World stops, fog settles in
                            No one here but our body heat
                            Syncopation at it's most natural speed
                            Cold fibers seek solace in lip kissed goose bumps

You push me deeper than ever before

                            Our hands parting but pried apart
                            Occupying the spaces between hello and goodbye
                            It is never that easy though, is it?

Straight lines curve when wrapped around your tongue

                           Making the most out of deep sighs and slow, easy smiles  
                           The subtle shifts in your geography have my mouth watering
                           Causing a wild flutter to awaken the dead ache
                           In flesh once thought to be silent

It beats only for you

                           Ink and I have been forged since birth
                           Soul seared and thirsty for it's satiny black quench
                           With it I paint you immortal
                           Dancing through veins and sacred neuron firing
                           you are held
                           Where I can always keep you safe
                           Where in memory you are eternal
The breeze is kissing my skin
while twirling around the autumn leaves
The fresh rain is cascading all over the park
and now gliding away
it stops.

Sparkling drops are laying softly on the grass
while they're gentley tickling my fingers
With lightly leg movements
I walk through a narrow path.

Yet a flower to see

The petals of a brightly red rose
are beautifully spread out to each side
My fluffy cheecks are blushing by
the smell of the heavenly flower

I feel alive

My coffee-brown eyes are glancing at my love
but he does not notice my existence
I crave for his affection,
yet he does not see me.*

The rain comes pouring down *again...
© Iman A. Kole 2014
The more you drink
The more I despise.
Never consume it
Because once you do it
you will never go back.
Poison is the definition of alcohol.
I'm so tired
I'm tired of chasing after you
I'm tired of guys leaving me
For my best friend
I'm tired of trying to keep you in my life
I'm just tried of you
I wanna tell you off and tell you to leave me alone
But I can't
I'm tired of trying to be there for you
When your never there for me anymore
I'm tired of crying
And I'm so tired of hurting everyday because of you
Ah vastness of pines, murmur of waves breaking,
slow play of lights, solitary bell,
twilight falling in your eyes, toy doll,
earth-shell, in whom the earth sings!

In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them
as you desire, and you send it where you will.
Aim my road on your bow of hope
and in a frenzy I will flee my flock of arrows.

On all sides I see your waist of fog,
and your silence hunts down my afflicted hours;
my kisses anchor, and my moist desire nests
in your arms of transparent stone.

Ah your mysterious voice that love tolls and darkens
in the resonant and dying evening!
Thus in the deep hours I have seen, over the fields,
the ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the wind
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