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Zywa Nov 2018
Just let me dance
and throw me off the mountain
away from the boring life
of the molluscs at the table

I prefer to go through the gate
of the gods and enter the world
tired of toil and reverse
dancing in the evenings

callouses under my feet
burning my intestines
if only I live, dancing
for myself and the neighbours

Just throw me out of the castle
off the stage in the dining hall
where the nobles feast
in clouds of perfume and beer

against the stench in the niches
where they urinate and defecate
for a kiss on my hand they come
to ***** me, unnoticed
Terpsichore entered the world through the Gate of the Gods (Bab-Ilim, Babylon)

Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
lovelywildflower Oct 2018
i never got to meet one of my grandpas, my dad's dad.
he died a year before i was born
i wish i could have met him
every time i think of him
i think of a love song he wrote for my grandma
i can still hear him singing even now
the recording my grandma showed me on repeat in my head
"The Stars Up Above"
that's what it is called
i only listened to it once
but i remember it word for word
my dad plays it on the guitar sometimes
and it brings tears to my eyes
can you even miss something you've never had?
i think so
because i miss him so much
my heart aches
and tears flow out of my eyes
longing for that relationship with him i never had
the stories i hear about him are great
and i know i would have loved him
East Wind Oct 2018
For a cough,
Breathe in the Sea air.
For a headache,
Breathe in the Ocean.
For life,
Breathe in Oxygen.
forestfaith Sep 2018
But i Iove you.
your heart its been shattered before,
its been rooted down to the floor.

your eyes have been through galaxies of oceans and tears.
you hate the voices and shadows, they make you fear, they want you to hear
them.

i can tell you, my love, that i don't deserve anything, except the cursed things and objects. Don't everyone? We dance to music that sells our souls, and talk the talk that kills the heart, and widens the hole.

I love you.
And i don't care if you are "mean", or bad, or a nightmare living in your own mirror.
Because, doesn't true love see all the mess, and scars, and yet, love the same?
I don't want to drive you insane, but I love you.
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Thank you God for her :) Annndd of course I love you too LORD!!! My first love. My King.

ahh, true love from above, that you Father..my heavenly Father...
Karisa Brown Aug 2018
What common forms
Do you flow from

Down stairs or from above
Or in your own galaxies
Do you run?

What's on your lips
Cotton candy
Or sour gumdrops

Do you savor each flavor
Or simply let them drop
Like acid on paper
Like rain from above

Where is your gravity
Where do you run?
Julie Grenness Aug 2018
We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......
A fantasy of inspiration.
Julie Grenness Aug 2018
We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......
A fantasy, of inspiration.
Khoisan Aug 2018
Deep rivers run slow
Eyes met and tears flow
Calm unspoken passion
Loves unconditional ration
On top of the rainbow red
Petals of rose and incense in bed
Bridges built on labour and pain
Safe from trouble
Two lovers cuddle
Over and above the falling rain
Joyfull tears from loves endurance during life's
Tougher seasons
Poetic T Aug 2018
Beyond the throws of gravities
                     memories swinging.

Collecting  views of
                           sorrowful glances.

Swinging, a hangman
                          regretful essences.

But never once feeling the noose
                   tighten, tears hang here.
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