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AE Aug 2019
Dear future,

Time and I aren’t friends
We aren’t lovers
Yet I can’t live without it
I’m always falling off an edge
I’m sure you are too
The clock ticks louder
Every time I look for you
You, the future.
You wait at every corner
I chase you
But can never catch up
I’m always stuck in the present
As I dream of you
Sometimes you keep me up at night
Because I’m thinking,
Tirelessly exhausted.
I let time break me piece by piece
As I chase after the stars
And stand under the shadow
Of your relentless timing
Waiting for you
Anticipating...
Anastasia Jul 2019
Anticipation
To see you
Excitement
Overflows
My heart
It swells
At the thought of you
9:31 a.m.
lenore Jul 2019
my insides may curl up like sails in a storm
but my heart is the flag, unafraid to be torn.
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2019
And if it hurts
It worth
That’s all

Survive
And learn
Being too real
That's the way

All you have is
Hold on the hope
Breathing deeply
Believing the universe
Waiting for return
Before the world end
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Just do it
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2019
Waiting for you is like
Being the passenger on a bus next to the window seat.
No matter how crowed it gets.
No matter the amount of stops the driver makes.
Being next to the window is the best seat.
Viewing the world inside out.
The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely seen.
Being the passenger
Lost in thought.
Waiting for you gives a certain sensation.
The sensation that there is something to be had,
building great anticipation.
Giving a chance to sit back & reflect.
Thinking the thought of maybe if not this stop.
Maybe it's the next when the driver finally hits the air brakes.
Being the passenger next to the window.
Viewing the world inside out.
The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely
seen.
But eventually every bus has to make it's last stop.
No matter how long the ride
GrayeB Jun 2019
Have you ever been so excited for something before that it’s the only thing you can think about

You have to play it cool but inside you really want to scream and shout

Counting down the days until you go

Why does time sometimes have to go so slow

Meeting the people and seeing the sights

Just to think about it brings me great delight

Wine tasting by day themed parties by night

Oh, this is going to feel so right
A poem about SchittCon 2019, a gathering of Schittheads (fans of the show Schitt’s Creek
Aa Harvey Mar 2019
My mental ******


My mental ****** sends shivers down my spine.
Don’t speak that word again…It will send me blind.
You are still speaking to me, after saying that word.
I can’t hear you right now.  I’m in Heaven and it’s all a blur.


My body is tingling in anticipation.
Will she speak another word as seductively attractive?
Or will she just leave me in peace, so I can enjoy this?
This pure contentment.  This pure bliss.


This feeling of unadulterated ecstasy,
To be found in her word.
She is still talking and looking,
As I drift through my Heavenly mind field.


Thinking of a context, in which this word would work best.
I shall not think of it again…yet.
I shall simply put it to the back of my mind.
It is filed under ‘******’ and its secrets are mine.


For she clearly doesn’t see the effect she has on me.
Please do not say that word again, yet.  I have had my release.
My jaw dropped open and I let out a sigh.
She spoke.  I gasped.  I messed up my best line.


I was going to tell her, she is so beautiful;
But the words didn’t get past the nerves.  
It’s a little uncomfortable.
Being so close to a Goddess;
But not being able to touch.
So I shall leave now and hope another word,
Can add such fire to my lust.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस, मगर, रहेते हे उल्झनोमे —२
वक्तने थामली, एक वार, फिर घडी —२
क्यू होता, हे एसा, हरदम मे बेखबर
समरनेको कास, नही लग्ता, कोइ देर पल
तस्विरमे, रंग समानेको ,बाकिहे देर अभी
मे यहाँ हँु ,पर साँसहे कही थमी

सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम् खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस, मगर रहेते हे उल्झनोमे
सगँ किया जोगीका, दुनीया, कहे मुझे पागल
उठ्कर फिर गीर्नेका, आया, फिर बालापन
रंग नही गेरुँका लेकिन, चाहतँे मेरी जोगी —२
साथ नही साँयोका पर रहु मुस्कुराते जही —२

उम्मिद मरी , आशाए नही लो देखो खुस हु अभी
वक्तने थामली,  एक वार, फिर घडी
क्यू होता, हे एसा हरदम मे बेखबर
सच एक जानलो, जितेँ हे हम खाब मे
उठ्नेका लाख कोशिस,  मगर, रहेते हे उल्झनोमे —३
Genre: Gazal
Theme: Longings
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