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My life should be the way
I wan't it to be!!
Not the way others wan't it to be.
It is not because i am egoistical
But i am altruistic.
Compassion of love towards ourself..is the greatest weapon not only in life but also on earth..
 Mar 2016 Sam
grumpy thumb
She skirts a dirge
skimming dregs
of a memory.
Keeping to shallow,
bearable,
remnant depths.
Sapient steps
with vigilance she threads.
She'd drown
if submerged.
 Mar 2016 Sam
Aron
I find it scary
to love someone like this.
You give everything you have
your love, time & attention.
Hoping that
they will do & feel
the same way
like you do.

Missing them every single time,
making sure that they're happy &
remain contented with you,
& your love.
Doing everything that you could
to make sure that
they wouldn't leave you,
alone.

At the same time,
giving them
space & freedom
that they want & deserve.
To make sure
they won't
feel locked, stuck & chained
with you.

Loving someone
so deeply, pure, sincere
& innocent
is not an easy task.
This might sound
narcissistic,
but
I admire
myself & those
who has done it?


It is scary, yes.
No assurances
that all of it wouldn't be wasted.
Maybe that's the beauty of love
Making smart & logical people;
dumb, fearless & illogical.
Driving human beings,
insane &
risking it all,
for the name of
love.
3/5/2016
 Mar 2016 Sam
Xiao - SparKticas
I love you* for giving your heart to me
and trusting me with your pride
I love you for wanting me
and need me by your side
~
I love you for the emotions
I never knew I had
I love you for making me smile
In those times I feel sad
~
I love you for your thoughts of me
where im always on your mind
I love you for finding that part of me
that I never thought I'd find
~
I love you for the way you are
and for how you make me feel
but most of all I LOVE YOU
'cuz I know you're mine for real
Wǒ ài nǐ, wǒ de nǚ péngyǒu
Wǒ huì yǒngyuǎn ài nǐ
 Mar 2016 Sam
Bailey
Our bodies are poetry
from soft to smooth to hard
our bodies are poetry
freckled, shaped and scarred

Our mouths are dancers
unchoreographed, with memory
our fingers are virgins
gentle and trembling

Our eyes, are passerbys
our noses, cuddling cubs
our arms, reconnecting friends
our knees buckle with every touch

Our bodies are poetry
fitting into every groove
our bodies are poetry
from hard to soft to smooth
 Mar 2016 Sam
SG Holter
Losing physical weight as my
Mind expands.
I have been mouth for as long
As I can remember,

Now let me be hands. Hands, so
I may release you and hunger on.
Blessed be all things un-eternal.
I can only sleep in burning houses.

— The End —