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Amara Numen Dec 6
Did I ever cross the line after this?
All the sirens break the silence
The memories will fade after the rain, right?
Sing an aubade to my last poem,
as the silence of its verses turns to sorrow
To the bullet that I swallow and never escape
One call away, and happiness disappears like a mist
To clutch this dear, mindless life
To lose in madness of pain, no gain, in vain
Suffer like nightmare of a thousand years
Sweetheart, will you stay longer
Before the dawn explodes and the sun burns me?
Glimmering light that hides from the darkness
To the ambitions that turned me to the ashes
The fire that lights me, deadly, into despair
Here I lay my body, not to be the phoenix
Nothing but the heart that beats in hurricane
If I cross line
Will you save me?
By the end of this 2024, hello. Long time no see. Hope you all have a good day.
showyoulove Nov 1
Come Oh Savior Light of the World
Come and make Your presence known
Prepare our hearts as we make ready
For the coming of your kingdom

Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come

Blessed Jesus great King of Glory
How wonderful your Holy Name
Sing to Him the Lord Almighty
With upraised hands we now acclaim

Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come

Prepare for the Lord a pathway
Make straight the valleys and hills
Prepare your hearts with fasting and prayer
As we ready the way of the Lord

Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come

God is with us God be praised
He is Emmanuel Hallelujah
God is our help, and He is our strength
God is our life and salvation

Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come

There is a day fast drawing near
A time of great jubilation
When Heaven shall come to Earth
Behold the light to the nations

Come Lord Jesus into our lives
Come and dwell in our hearts and our homes
Come Lord Jesus enter in
Come Lord Jesus Come
I love the way you come crawling back

Sing false promises

How birds chirp meaningless melody

Turn white morning air to grey diluted clouds

I appreciate how nature is always concrete

Honking goodbyes are fowl flying above our foolish heads

In dark black pupils stories rooted so deep they will never be told

Against skies of blue-black and pink pose in continuous grace

I adore the way you hunt me like a wild predator prowling for it's next meal

I keep track of the number of times you plunge on me
Teeth puncturing prey
Tearing into shreds

And dreams we shared shatter before my empty eyes

You'll come back
You always do

Attracted due to an invisible natural force
Too dynamic to resist
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Astonishingly beautiful world spins around sun
Good and bad souls balance out
To come play with angels
Demons emerge
One needs the other
Cannot survive without
Good cannot exist without evil
Àŧùl May 2
My word is good, it's also true,
I promise to you all my life,
For you will be my wife,
Touch me & you'll see,
How I turn to gold soon,
You'll be my intense magic,
Our families will be our glue.

When the time is ripe,
For me & even you,
It will be alright,
Because you will be my wife,
To indulge in romance,
Engage in this dance,
To create new life.

Don't worry dear, I won't stifle you,
You I won't send in a swoon,
I know you can achieve,
The greater glory.
That will be the day,
For us to unite as one body,
Come dancing to me, my dear lady.

Now, don't procrastinate much,
I'm yours and you're mine too,
And both of us are alike each,
Both me & you were let down,
By the ones we took to be ours,
But we don't need such friends,
Oh, such fake faces around us.

I know that me you'll not disappoint,
You I'll never let feel disheartened,
Babe, I will be patient with you,
And I will let my poems now,
Trust me & you'll see the peak,
Not of any other mountain now,
But of the friendly hillock of love.

You must trust me in this skydive,
I'll take care of you when you need,
When it's time, your dough I'll knead,
Feel my deep love as you dared to jump,
You're the most beautiful of them all,
Now feel confident about yourself,
You're cautious and that's good.

Just don't hold back fearing me,
I'll be gentle and kind with you,
And I expect you to be receptive,
Also, you be ready for new love,
Come, let's look after this dove,
Be receptive to my love, don't fear,
Be intimate when I pull you near.
My HP Poem #1966
©Atul Kaushal
I S A A C Nov 2023
I’ll enjoy the sunset while you’re gone
I’ll enjoy my evenings humming alone
I’ll cherish the buzzing bees and the butterflies in my lawn
I don’t need to yearn
I don’t need to worry
I am in stasis not determined
I am freedom not burden
so I write the song that we sing along
I’ll enjoy your company when you come
I’ll cherish every fingerprint that you left on my heart
I don’t need to strive
I don’t need to worry
I am in stasis not determined
Lindsay Hardesty Oct 2023
What would you do if I knocked on your door tonight? You used to say I was always welcome anytime. Does that offer still stand, or has it expired? If my name popped up on your phone, would you answer it or let it ring? You said I could call you if I needed you, but that’s the thing—I never needed you, and I still don’t need you, but God, I want you so badly. It’s been 20 days and I can’t get you out of my head, and lord knows I’ve tried.
 I just want to be in your bed with our bodies entangled as close as we can get to one another, our lips getting chapped from kissing for hours. 
I hate feeling like we are unfinished business, a half-finished house, that's waiting for the tiles to come in. I just got the call letting me know the tiles came in, baby. So come back and let’s finish building this house so I can come home.
Nickolas J McKee Aug 2023
I want you to shine…
Will be last sight,
I can no longer live to hurt you…

You were simply mine…
Will be last sight,
My spirit left of you all to find…

What I know is true…
Will be last sight,
So the sacrifice of dear lost time…

I hope I die…
So you’ll know why…
Viewer discretion is advised. This is part of the 13th series to come…
Sadie Grace Oct 2021
i came back to the dance
of a pen
on a paper
of fingers on keys
of a mind
in a moment

at first i stumbled
it had been so long
and then i started to dance again
and out came all the feelings and the moments and the memories that i won't talk about
and out came everything that won't ever come out of my mouth

i came back to the dance
so i don't have to come back to the same crippling feelings anymore

i came back

so i can move on
some thoughts on beginning to write again after a while
Ken Pepiton Jul 2021
Okeh, three ways, in the opening pitch,
the plan is novel, in itself. Okay, ok, si yes da ja.
We know, we do this part,
as words in mind, nada mas, a thought caught
as a poesy fallen star,
from Lawrence Kansas, not too far from
Shawnee Mission,
now that the meme and its meaning meet once
more, realizing a time kept hidden, for fear
of believing more than a Marvel Mind,
straight from first edition, Boom, era, of fully
Disneyfied American Mind, sponsored by
Mattel its swell
and Mars Candy Company and other child aimed ads,
though there was this unaffiliated

- channel, I was about to say, of course
- groove, rut, a grave - with its ends kicked out,
Can you
Imagine, he said that
amen?
and we all agreed at once, and what do you know,
there is a mind in the grand linkage system,
forged from ice by iron plows,
balance demands, optimum life on earth calls
the call to us all, be the thorny issue ye be
ye nanifestations of Romans 8, taken in minds
conjoining to attain, peace made
for temperature equilibrium,
just right…
think of it from an angelic anthro-myth-ledged being,
see the book of life talk to you, and say,
look, man, we made it, and we made it back.

But unless the temperature is going up, we failed.
Try again,
but no war this time. That's proven too self willed
a thing to give children premade.

My stick men were all Audie Murphy, when I was six.
The last page of some plan.
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