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Jo Barber Jul 2019
Bodies seeking bodies.
Flesh longing always,
always,
for more flesh.
Kisses and touches,
once so sweet,
feel empty now.
Keep looking.
Maybe you'll find
something you didn't expect.

Maybe you'll even find yourself.
Colm Jul 2019
And then suddenly
With tremendous presence born
New territories
Open up to your old self
To be shared excitedly
Where Bodies Meet
They said
By their tongues
No, by their souls
They answered by hearts
The message shines
With the bright eyes
Threatens all bones

All castles were downed
All armies are sharp less
All fortress expose
To any attack or small force
No walls, weapons even soldiers

What makes their hearts tided?
What makes their eyes shined?
What makes their souls danced?
Above the earth, air and clouds
What makes their hearts pumped?
Only by their names and souls?
What makes the red color covered their checks?
As they were thrown by the strawberries

What makes their eyes opened?
Even they were tired or wish to sleep
And wanted to be opened all times
To fill its self with the smart face

What makes the birds danced?
What makes them sung at harmonies?
What makes the bloom gotten colors?
Attracting the eyes, dragging with happiness
Reflecting their wishes to live endless

Diving at happiness, sinking at honey
Asking every fly
To imitate their love as their way

The love of bodies has one end
Die
The love of souls stays without any end
eternity
they love each other, the souls get happy
Anastasia Jun 2019
You pulled the trigger
I held the gun
Watching then fall
Is so much fun
Bodies dropping
One by one
You pulled the trigger
I held the gun
Darling can't you
Taste the blood
All these bullets
Just one is enough
c.b.❤
Anastasia Jun 2019
Dragging bodies
Against the concrete ground
Is not nearly as much fun
Without you
To lick the blood
From your fingers
And smile
Your crooked grin
c.b.❤
Aseh Jun 2019
stumbling bowlegged through the last subway car,
loose-fit black rags bandaging frail limbs,
face twisted in a permanent scowl,
matted grey hair jutting from a flaky scalp,
she jangles her paper cup of coins
each flail of the arm a sharp crescendo;
I flinch.

She extends her hand with a gaze that says: pity me;
I cannot look. I don’t want anything to stir in me,
my own pain is already too heavy,

but --

here they are: spoiled thoughts wafting over me like the waves
of her robust stench: warmth
between my thighs,
tattoos
bounding up thick muscular arms that aim at me in such earnest that my disillusionment melts away, and I am paralyzed
by the lure of pheromones and the smell of skin
which doesn’t quite leave you after you leave him.

And then truth clangs hard in my chest:

but her bones are made of steel!
So who am I to look away?
Maybe if something were to crash into me,
I’d pulverize
into
dust.
jessica oder Jun 2019
A place where all of your feelings are peaceful
And a place where you feel most free
From all of the thoughts that haunt me
But being in the light makes them all disappear
And all I can think about is you
Your light makes earth feel like heaven

Being with you feels like heaven on earth
Even if it feels like hell sometimes
But this moment will last forever
Feeling of being blessed everyday
Being above the clouds with you
Leaving all the hurt on the clouds
But going on the ground is reality for us

How does this feeling of love go away on earth
Wishing we could stay up there forever and pray
And never having to worry about being apart from you
But it cannot change our fate on the ground
Making it so impossible to escape
Leaving my heart above my body
So when i return the love will be the same again

Leaving my body on the ground and heart in the clouds
My heart wont get hurt on the hard ground
But lightened in the clouds
While my body takes all of the darkness
Its worth my body getting hurt instead of my heart
Because once my heart gets hurt its all gone

All of our hearts makes the rest of our bodies
Because our bodies wouldn't work without our hearts
So why does it matter if our bodies get hurt
Our bodies are just a perception of beauty
Heart and soul will make us feel our real beauty
Your soul will only make it to heaven
getting back in the habit of writing poems :)
Maria Etre Jun 2019
Beyond your reflection
lies a wonderland
of psyche
....
here come closer
want a peek?
*locks eyes
Anastasia Jun 2019
she ran
from non-existent footsteps
paranoia
kicking in
from a lack of meds.

a white
metal
locked
shack.
with the stench
of bodies.

a stuffy nose
at the worst time
promised her demise.

a peek
in the window
peaked
her curiosity.
with only a splash of red.

another window
left open
to air out the stench
led to
no-longer-****** bodies

and she screamed
but not for very long
because the knife
peirced her neck
and the scream
turned into silence.
blackbiird Jun 2019

I wanna know you inside and out.
I wanna crawl beneath your skin and
get into the depths of your soul
but you only want to see me naked.

I want to be your silver lining
in the middle of your messy life
I want to be the first thing on your mind
when you wake up and the last thing when
you rest your head on your pillow at night.

I'd give anything to crawl beneath your skin
and get into the depths of your soul.
but all I can do is stay up up wondering why you won't
love me the way I love you.

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