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I try to keep my face in the sun,
but the darkness claws at the back of my head,
it whispers sweet lies of how you will change,
my roots are new like tiny veins they cling to the ground,
but like whisps of hair there is not enough strength to anchor me to the path of freedom,
freedom from thoughts of you
Matthew Feb 7
It's funny how how the wind with words so eloquently spoken
Speaks only of how you are malevolently broken...
This is a description.
Salmabanu Hatim Aug 2018
I was besotted  with your mother,
In life,I wanted no other,
Then we were blessed with you my love,
Our treasure trove.
Our life became sweeter,
With you adding that extra glitter.
The first moment I saw the sparkle in your eyes,
You brought me to my knees,
I see you grow hour by hour,
Bloom like an exotic flower,
Colourful petals of love and happiness on us you shower.
You are a jar of jellies,
Full of fun,holding delightful memories,
Your antics are hilarious,
Your laughter contagious.
When you wrapped your tiny fingers around my hand,
You had me bewitched like a magic wand.
You and I share a special bond,
That will never break,now and beyond.
In our life no one can compare your worth,
From the day you were born to eternity on this earth.
You are our little girl,
Around you our life twirls.
Brent Kincaid Nov 2017
Some people say I’m crazy,
They call me a total nut.
They say I’ve lost my mind
That I don’t know what’s what.
That I am beyond cuckoo.
They say I’ve gone insane,
That I am in a very bad way,
That I’ve got you on the brain.

I’m just in love
It’s a kind of lovely madness.
It is insanity
In a very lovely kind of dress.
It affects everything
Makes me lose my train of thought.
And I do it gladly
Whether or not I really ought.

Other people don’t see
That I hear you in every sound.
Those people have their rules
On the feeling I have found.
They are understanding
If it’s a round of golf or a car,
But this is how I really feel
No matter what their feelings are.

Some love their money,
The massive expensive houses
And some like to cheat on
Their unsuspecting loving spouses.
Some like to belong to
The most exclusive memberships.
I must prefer to listen
To the sound from your lips.

I’m just in love
It’s a kind of lovely madness.
It is insanity
In a very lovely kind of dress.
I affects everything
Makes me lose my train of thought.
And I do it gladly
Whether or not I really ought.
Avneesh Saini Nov 2017
Tumhe pane ki koshish me, na jane kitna mai jaga hu
Bas Yahii soochta tha har vaqt, aisa kya karu ki tum meri ** jao

Jab aankhe mili to khud pe khud jhuk gayi, or Mujhe laga ki yeh to bat bante bante fisal gayi

Par Tera uh dekh Kar najre jhuka lena
Or Mujhe sharmakar dikhana
Iske bad Mujhe laga ki Kuch to gunjais hai is anjaane se rishtey me

Or Kuch Samay bad Meri bat ban gayi

Tumhe pane ki koshish me..........
Brent Kincaid Sep 2015
You’re turning me on, now.
I don’t know what to do with it
If you’re not going through with it.
Now that I am burning up
You know that I’m really not
Confused about you being hot.

I am burning here inside
There is nothing I can do
The cure for my condition
Is completely up to you.
I’m burning, I’m turning
Into a shivering being.
And you are the reason
For visions I am seeing.

I’m smoking and I’m choking
From the smoke you are emitting.
A night I won’t soon be forgetting.
My ego is getting a stroking.
It’s like an internal bell is sounding
It’s only my heart that is pounding.

I am burning here inside
There is nothing I can do
The cure for my condition
Is completely up to you.
I’m burning, I’m turning
Into a shivering being.
And you are the reason
For visions I am seeing.

No doctor can ever help me
The cause for it all is you.
You are the only thing possible
To fix what I’m going through.
I’m stumbling and mumbling
I’m stammering and stuttering.
I am experiencing the feeling
Of an ecstatic kind of suffering.

I am burning here inside
There is nothing I can do
The cure for my condition
Is completely up to you.
I’m burning, I’m turning
Into a shivering being.
And you are the reason
For visions I am seeing.
turbul-sense Jul 2015
meet me where our souls do
where the breath you've held is freed
where your old soul finds
peace.

where me and you become 'we'.

meet me
so i can tell you how i love the dance your hair does,
how i adore the curve of your shoulders,
how i hold on to every word you speak.

meet the way you make me explode into tiny pieces of colourful glass
meet the way i am constantly overwhelmed with the art that is you

meet this.
bonjour. enchantée.

-s.c
for sarah
Snigdha Banerjee May 2015
I am from the seasons
That never ends
They repeat their memories
Repeating them selves
Dead branches white snow
Blue sky the sun’s glow
Red leaves the winds blow
Green grass the river’s flow
These bewitching seasons enamor me no end
Memories tug at my soul
In their depth I blend
Besotted by seasons I am
They leave me in jam
Clocks turn, Seasons change
Memories and moments one can’t exchange
Accepting each season
Approaching each moment
I breathe in cold frigid air
And exhale warm clouds
Seasons are happy
Seasons are sad
Seasons are beautifully mad
I am from the seasons
That never ends
They repeat their memories
Repeating themselves.
Well had to write something for school online magazine !

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