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 Jul 2014 Sameer Denzi
Poetic T
I was a flower ready
To bloom,
But then you crushed
My petals,
With each one that fell on that
Cold floor,
So did my love die with
Each petal,
A shattered truth now lying
Broken, crushed,
My love was to blossom, now it is
*Upon the floor...
Last night wasn’t like any other night
I was like a tower of strength
I took hold of the rein
mastered a very difficult task

I sigh
as I watch you snore
I took a sip of red wine
felt satisfy while the lion sleep  
however,
the pleasure was all mine


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Language is what successful poets are good with, whenever, we want to speak vividly, or imaginatively, we have a special way of doing it
 Jul 2014 Sameer Denzi
Poetic T
The smallest stone
Thrown in to a river
Many times,
Can change the course
Of its mighty flow,
It takes but one
To do something,
That will bring on
A change,
With out the first
Others would not follow..
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let me exist invisibly
i want to feel the exhale of any breath from any human
willing to accept the contrast between my purity and sin
roll over, sigh against my skin, get up in the morning
dress yourself, lock your door on your way out
i don't exist in your mind or on your bed
i will be completely transparent
a mirror without a reflection
an empty house to haunt
an flowerless vase
a void of a girl
 Jul 2014 Sameer Denzi
Xienab
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 Jul 2014 Sameer Denzi
Xienab
He was midas
And she was just tin.

He ran his finger tips along her sharp edges.
He embraced her rugged structure.
He filled her hollowness with glitter, turned her into gold.

She only became petty gold.
Like a cheap wedding band.
A symbol of love, but never to be loved.

-Z.H.
unlike the sound of falling rain
please don’t put me to sleep.
Dream delivers us to dream
you summoned me and I became
and instant *** ***

Followed me with your bedroom eyes
The boy is now a man
So what ***** men do?
they don't make love like a rooster
deflower me like a teenager

Dreams deliver us to dream
Follow my lead my young cougar
****** me or move over

from miles across the ocean I can feel your presence
your emerald eyes piercing hard... deep into my heart
your hands felt warmer than my duvet
my sad day is forgotten

I need you here my dark night,
along with that old familiar musk

Those sweet, sweet tears form in your eyes
which weaken me to the point of no return:

I watch as you blast your biceps:
while you whispered
“I love you, baby I need you,

here I am making peak upon peak
As you seduces me,
loving you is so easy
stimulation is good for my heart
I do not love you as Romeo loved Juliet, tragic misunderstanding, spurned by society's blind perception.

You are no angel sent from heaven above, God's promise made flesh just for me.

We are not soul mates separated by time yet brought back together by Cupid's arrow.  

I am not a frog prince whose kiss will wake you from your long aimless sleep.

Your dragons are you own, good luck slaying them.

I will not build you a tower to look down upon me from above,
Nor will I climb it in some idiotic feat to win your passing fancy.

My love for you is not some tale told by faeries to orphans to give hope of a better life, of a love for each and every one of us, tragic as it may be.

I love you, simply.
I
I
I
I am.
Human.
Intelligent.
Selfish,
Yet selfless.
Contradictory.
I am.

I
I fear.
Love.
Sacrifice.
Death.
But I,
I believe.
In love,
sacrifice,
and death.

I
I want.
I lust.
I crave.
I have.
I need.
I feel...

I am.

I.
A poem that focuses on the individuality. A generalization of the way we use, "I" and how I can use it to define what it means to be human, in my perspective.
See, if you could bring back the people you love  into your life again using magic spells , would you have done it?
Yes, you are going to get everything, their body and their soul but ask yourself ; 'Do I deserve it?"
No, you don't deserve them, you're betraying them, they are forced to love you and they don't even know it.
That is the most self-centered decision that a person could have done.
You're seeking love from a walking dead.
So I'm asking you again.
If you could bring back the people you love  into your life again using magic spells, would you?
Would you have done it for your own good and be selfish?
No, I wont', because I'd rather be miserable my whole life, feeling empty ,rather than making a deal
with the  devil.
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