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Harry Roberts Sep 2020
Body to body I breath him in
Tasting like home I can't begin
Hands in my hair his lips against mine
Dancing to the music of the divine.

I just wanted him to hold me for a second more
His arms around me like armour I'm shielded
Wrapped in his scent for a moment more
Before reality sets in and this wild idea has yielded.

I remember the first touch as clearly as our last time
Lips bruised eachother when we touched it was sublime
But the vehemence behind the passion was nothing short of wanting
I just wanted him forever now my memories are taunting.

Have we been entangled since the start of time
Spirit to spirit making a soul with two spines
Theres something about you it's like déjà vu
Compliment we complicate in everything we do.

Body to body I breath him in
Tasting like home I can't begin
Hands in my hair his lips against mine
Dancing to the music of the divine.
Harry Roberts
Harry Roberts Sep 2020
I couldn't bear to see it sink and fade into the black
Thinking back to brighter things but nothing seems to distract
I love you like I loath you and I can't get over that.

I left my cares on the counter when I picked up my keys
Slammed the door shut because I couldn't believe
People portray purity when their minds are diseased
Just expect to get not a thanks or a please.

Disenchanted by the dirt
Emboldened by the lies
Should this **** still hurt
When I want to say goodbye.

It's the personality leaving bodies like casualties you hurt all you touch and cause fatalities
Reared on a downward ***** so you can't help the decline
Calamity feels safer then balance when structure is maligned.

I left my feelings in a box weighed down with rocks by our spot on the docks
I couldn't chuck it in but I wouldn't take it back
I couldn't bear to see it sink and fade into the black
Thinking back to brighter things but nothing seems to distract.

I love you like I loath you and I can't get over that.
Harry Roberts
Ruheen Sep 2020
Sometimes a black dot in the middle of a page is
Just a black dot in the middle of a white page.
It's just that.
It doesn't have to be more than that.
Why do we have to complicate it?
Not everything needs a story.
We don't have to complicate everything.
We're just making it harder for ourselves.

So let that black dot be a black dot.
Don't look at as if it's life.

Because life isn't that simple.
We did this thing in class where we looked at a picture of a black dot in the middle of a white page and then had to write down what we saw.
I wrote exactly what I saw; a black dot on a white page.
Apparently, our teacher wanted something else; something more profound.
Why? Why psychoanalyze everything and turn into something so complicated?
Keep it simple.
Life already has complications, why add more?
luciana May 2020
moon river in our heads
august came instead
running our course
knowing there was much unsaid
one
name
many
memories
White Shadow Sep 2020
There's this person now
But after a moment something happens,
And he's gone
I mean gone for always, he's dead.
It sounds and feels so strange,
It takes more than nine months to get a life, to be born
But it just takes moments to be gone forever.
We're here together now
Talking to each other, doing our own stuffs
But who knows for how long we're here
May be I'll be gone after a few moments,
Or you'll be gone
It sounds so simple yet it's so complicated

We humans for this unpredictable life,
Try to make things better every moment,
Try to please people around us,
Try to make our loved ones happy,
Try to be happy in our loved ones happiness
And in all this we're lost
We lose ourselves, our self-respect, our self-esteem
More importantly we forget to love ourselves

But why all these?
Why all these things if we all have to be gone,
It's just a matter of time when one person,
That is present now will be gone once and for all.

So let's just not complicate this life more.
Let's just live and enjoy the present to it's fullest.
Neither let your past drag you down nor your future
Just be in the present moment and try to live in it
Love yourself more than anything else
Take care of yourself
That's needed most because at the end of the day
The bitter truth is you were born alone and will die alone
It'll just be the moments and memories of your life that you'll take with you.
My own life experience
dlfleurival Aug 2020
8/24/20

I apologize to you without knowing my fault
Without the sense of you not wanting me to respond
I’m careless, persistent & overbearing
Because I decided to act impulsively on my feelings
It hurts
It hurts to know I’m not what you want
I’m not
You are everything I want
I didn’t know you weren’t ready to talk
I know too well what that means
You’re moving on without me
I won’t disturb you
Or try to touch your happiness anymore
I’ll vanish beautifully as you wish
Contacted them today. I was the last person they wanted to hear from.
Storm Aug 2020
i met the right person
at the wrong time
Its hard given all the circumstances. But this wont stop us from fighting
Dark n Beautiful Jul 2020
What is freedom, to breathe, to talk, and to travel?
Oh how we took for granted those past years:

What is freedom summer, here in America?
Where we can still purchase a bottle of cold coke cola for a dollar
But wouldn’t be able to sit on the stoop with friends
Just sipping, and chatting away.

Thinking of a time in history when

Freedom summer was a nonviolent effort by
civil rights activists to
integrate Mississippi's segregated
political, system during 1964.


A poet who knows her history is exceptional
Poets words can sometimes comes off as gossip column

What is freedom?

In 2020 without the interference of
Other countries, city or states…. or the faces of
heart breaking stories of missing persons….
Who took a stroll or jog through the wrong street
And end up in the news while they were
trespassing in Karen’s neighborhood

What is freedom:  not to be cage,
Not to be muffled and not to be Taser by the police:
What is freedom summer of 2020 in New York City.


Limited!
Complicated!
Freedom always come with a price
Niamh Collins Jul 2020
My fingertips face yours
Electricity
Magnets in space
Try so hard but never reach
Your eyes sink into me
I wish your hands would
And not let go.

My back to you
Feel your eyes
Your hands
Soft and calming
Then
Deep and prodding
Texturising my skin

Ghosts
Following our paths
Resisting touch
Avoiding touch
Long to embrace
Try to teach myself
To repel.
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