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anita Mar 2018
and there we were
for one second rushing through millions, time felt like it had just...stopped
and it was just us
it was your lips on my neck
and your fingers pressed on my skin
it was our clothes strewn on the floor and my legs brushing up against you
it was the feeling of being desperately needed that filled the air around us
and engulfed our bodies

...you had me, then. you had all of me.
a page from my book, haunted (available on amazon)
Druzzayne Rika Mar 2018
alone, bringing my story two steps ahead
not bothered with what others have to say
moving away from things I like and dislike
not thinking anymore about wrong and right
becoming at once distant
knowing nothing will remain constant
not for a longer stretch

Staying away from all the noise
trying to hear my inner voice
tapping into my inner conscience
listening to the beats and melodies
of a huge universe without us

There is a place still somewhere
where no one cares
a peaceful shaded shed
where no thoughts take over
the fake happiness soon comes clear
and so do the inane sadness
they do not matter, much.

The equal forces
tied at the both ends of our soul
untying all the strings
breathing the beats of bliss
the end of the life as we cease to be
from what we had to be
.
Vaniexe Kafka Mar 2018
A peck on my shoulder,
so light like a feather---
still brings tingles
as our scents mingle
--- the mint and coffee
and a little bit of berry.

Our breaths ragged
No other words was said;
Just our bodies
Clashing like chaos and peace
Like heaven and hell
It's all too well
And no words will ever rhyme
To describe how close enough
We are to touch
how your fingertips clutch
the curve of my waist
pulling me in haste
craving my taste
While I just heave a sigh,
Your hands brushing my thigh.
Then your eyes darken,
Like a beast was awoken
Clinging to me tightly,
Your lips suddenly,
Capturing mine---
So sweet like red wine.

I hear the warning bells rang
But my God, your tongue!
Such an explorer
Tasting every corner
of my mouth,
Making my heart shout
While I fail to suppress a moan
turning you on
rewarding me with your groan.

Then your hands start to roam
under my shirt
under my skirt
As my hands took off your coat
Your fingertips wrote
the very words
I want to blurt

Then you stopped
looked straight in my eyes
as I try to look up
Avoiding your eyes
So blue as the sky
As you try to be sly
Holding my chin,
Wearing your grin
Like you win.

And all the while---
I'm wondering
What's going
On in that head of yours
and of course,
you answered this
with another kiss;
Putting me out of blue,
You said, "I love you".
Maverick Mar 2018
Playing Russian roulette
With my playlist
Waiting for a song
That triggers
Memories of you
And kills
My temporary bliss.
solfang Mar 2018
who says
ignorance is bliss?
well, I'll be ******.
imagine ignorant *****,
surrounding situations
that are in dire attention.

an example of ignorance
is when truth wipes itself
in the face of stupidity,
stupidity can still question,
what is the truth,
in those truths.

imagine being trapped
in a locked glass case,
and having someone
holding the key to it;
but chose to turn heads
and walk away.

reflecting,
maybe ignorance isn't bliss,
maybe ignorance is just
a mask of idiocracy;
and I've been to a ball–
full of masquerades.
No words. Met too much ignorant people in my life to the point I don't have any more words to put for it.
Now
Do you ever think about me?
Because I think about you.
If I'm honest,
Too much for my own good.
I miss hating the situation I was in
Because I would just get lost in the good times with you.
Life is harder now and you were my escape.
Now I'm losing my mind, losing my heart. I'm losing love.
It was never the same after you.
Now everything is cold and brisk
You kept me warm.
An inferno of bliss
I feel stupid writing this because we've both gone our separate ways.
I'm probably only going to keep dreaming
I might as well just quit
Mama earth Feb 2018
Filled with such
                             sorrow
    No longer need time to
                                             Borrow
Just waiting on
                           Tomorrow
Stealing my work is not worth your life
Mama earth Feb 2018
Fyd
Frequently I find myself            
Feeling sad
They assume I'm    
Completely mad                        
Fail to see        
What's really bad      
Used to perfect times had        
Ignorant people I hope you're all glad
Copying my work is not worth your life
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