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N Mar 2020
Come,
and lay down your sorrow
along with my solitude,
my heart is yours to break  

Come!
let us abate this
intolerable agony
with lavender tea
and beautiful poetry
Eliseatlife Feb 2020
You came as a shooting star in my life
I could make a wish
But the wish never came true
Colours in nursery
Saplings in the nursery
And nursery rhymes

Pink satin ribbons and bow clips
Innocence braided
In plaits

The paper pared
To be paired with white
Origami tiles

Seven and three makes ten
You must learn
To count

Sweet raisin
Crazy crispy nuts
Bursting with energy
Come alive
Ten words  thoughts
Listening to Music
Somewhatdamaged Feb 2020
The urge for what's next
Has blinded you what's already there!
Don't you realize
All the way in you're dead!
This impractical imbecile you've become
Nothing seems right
To what's already been done!

Seems like you've stopped thinking over.
May not be able to put in words
On how you feel,
but all I know is
we cling to memories of what we had
not blindly seeking on everything
to what's about to come!
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
I expect you come
Please me to feel good yourself
Are you a giver?
Some people are givers and some are getters haha
Fayez Jan 2020
At the shore
Life casts
Your boat away

Further you go
Wondering if
Life carries you back

Baby come ashore
To my arms
Baby come home
It can be rough, missing someone, wondering if one day they'll go and just not come back
Nat Lipstadt Feb 2020
bid me follow, unbutton that grimy work shirt,
present me ruby nippled *******, silently commanding
worship, suckling, an invitation to come unto me,
my initiation to the pleasure of getting to know you intime

you will laugh with surprise, as the anointing oil of relief
crowns your head, slicking down to caving cavities,
river running in crevices, that feed the buried places,
replenishing the almost forgotten secret of letting go

your pleasure is my greatest pleasure, for long known
the best taking lies beneath unabashedly giving, gentrifying,
you will full fill me, me eager drinking your noises, releasing
my purposes, coming to take my re-education you remedying

your short fingernails will pierce, new additions to my scars,
my history, your chapter, verse and stanza, all now, a claim upon me, that cannot be refused, for elemental silk threads now bind, each may pull, at either end, for the thread is of our singular commonality,
human tissue
Dream Fisher Jan 2020
How come our political rallies
Could easily look like white supremacist rallies?
Pretending there is no relation,
Didn't we abolish segregation?
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