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The sleep time,
Day-night
That world
Beautiful
Same people
No change
But perfect me.
The sleep time,
My time.
The real,
Their time
Forever
Another me
Wishing to be
They want to see.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
KellzKitty
Alone in the dark with you where we can be ourselves
You put your arms around me and pull me so close that I can feel you breathing on me
I turn toward you and I can't see your smile but I know it's there
You kiss me softly and I realize there's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, right now
I kiss you back, only I kiss you harder
You slowly roll me over and tentatively climb on top
I allow this as my adrenaline starts to race as much as my heart
We are intimate and I'm more than okay with this
We don't do it all for fun
You love me and you show it more and more each day
I let every part of me show when I'm with you
You do the same...
I love you
I saw a goddess amongst humans
At first glance
She gave me a feeling my poetic mind couldn't put in words.
I wondered why she walked this earth—
I wondered why a precious being was amidst human beings.
She stood out from every soul that walked past her—
Her eccentricity only made her more alluring.
Thousands of mysteries were hidden behind her innocent face—
I hoped to unfold them.
Her seductive brown eyes made me inquisitive—
Inquisitive about what went on in that beautiful mind.
I yearn to see what was hidden beneath her clothes
I yearn to explore her unblemished body if she let me,
And kiss those full lips till it became numb.
She was Oh-so distant yet she attracted me
She was Oh-so gentle yet easily recognizable in a crowded room
Why ?
I guess because her skin glowed like the moon in the vastness of space—
The depths of her eyes told a story that will never bore—
Or maybe she was just a goddess amongst humans.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Max Jonas
I am a lonely shepherd
That have no sheep
I am a deranged
That have been never existed.
I am lost with you
Can't find myself
I couldn't see bars,
The prison named life*.
Every morning I wake up with your dream from my sleep.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
S G Arndt
I've been cursed by the memories we made
I need someone to replace
The emptiness you left me with
No matter how much I take
These memories won't fade

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I’d always
sit in your passenger seat
even though I knew
you’d push me to the back
where we’d have more room
I’d always
reach for your hair
even though I knew
you’d push my hand away
as if me tugging on it
would also tug on your heart strings
and emotional attachment
was as unfamiliar to you
as the rain is to California
all the things you’d whisper
to me on the phone
got lost in the receiver when
you'd look at me in person
like I was a language
you didn’t understand
and no matter how long you looked
and squinted
and read over me
you still couldn’t decipher who I was
your incessant rage
was a constant battle
I spoke more to your demons
than I did to you
to you, I was nothing more
than a band-aid
that covered your open wounds
but could never heal them
I let you use me
as your safety blanket
because I knew how it felt
for the bed to be cold
after your lover left the other side
the dream catcher
at the top of my bed
shook so much that
all my dreams fell out
every day you made me feel
like I just found out
my favorite show had been cancelled
over and over again
yet I still suffocated you
with attention
did you ever choke
on all the empty promises
you swore to me?
after I choked on you?
and you tried to
cover your tracks
after you walked
all over me
but I never forgot
those three words
you said to me that night
“Don’t tell anyone.”
when we were done
your silence told me to leave
you had the decency
to take me home
because you knew it’d be littering
if you just threw a piece of trash
out on the side of the road
every lingering look at my cell phone
is a desperate plea for your call
and the ghost of your voice
only exists in my memory
because that’s the only place
I can ever
find you anymore
why do I still crave
something so toxic
something that could **** me
is it because I want to die?
or is it because your fatality
reminds me that
I’m still alive?
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