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Isaac Oct 2018
I have tasted sweetness in this life;
Moments touching the deepest
Desires in my heart.

So intense I'd go through any knife
To dwell in such deep of a world
And know it is just the start.
Written 20 October 2018
Pax Sep 2018
I fall into the deepest dream.
Hug by darkness, i give in.
Then by miracle i was torn
to be reborn.
it's been long...
You call yourself ugly
But I would send you in ectasy so sky high
That'd you need life alert
Because you can't walk straight after our bonding
In the deepest hours of the night
Your muscles so tight
Don't let go
Let it flow
I want our closeness to grow
Don't be afraid to be vocal
It's paradise to me.
ShowYouLove Oct 2017
Lord, it is the deepest desire of my heart to be free from the sin of lust or, if not free, to be able to manage it so that I may better follow you, live for you, and love for you. I also pray that by doing this, I would be more receptive and aware and blessed ever more than you have so abundantly blessed me now. Please help me to be silent and at peace in my heart, mind, and soul so I can be open to your Holy Spirit and write what you speak to give glory to your name ad to build your kingdom here on Earth. Amen
Ramsha Jun 2017
Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to ****** or flatter or make well-shaped sentences. In your voice, your readers should be able to hear the contents of your mind, your heart, your soul.
Colm Istoirm Apr 2017
The real question is not
“What will they do for me, once and when?”
But throughout the years
Throughout the struggle and the turmoil
Which is this human existence

I ask of you

“What instead have you been doing for them?”
To prepare yourself for this honest moment
In order to give something back
Instead of just having hallow words
To send and rescind

What then will you do?
When you finally understand?
And stand alongside this  
The deepest realization known to man

In my mind it's this. To realize that love... Is not about you. It's not about your fleeting feelings (which may wither and fade). But it's all about the choice, and the realization of what you can do for them. But there are always more questions even after this...
Deni Alfi Feb 2017
I used to find you sweet, cheeries and full of smiles.
But now you don't call me back even just the text, is it finally between us? like a foe, are we?
Sophia Chang Jul 2016

                                                      ­                             YOUR
                                                          ­                                   VERY
                                                    ­                                SOUL,
                         ­                                   REACHING
                   ­                             INTO
                             ­         THE
                    ­                     OF
     ­                                                         *HEART
S O P H I E Mar 2016
Into your mind

S h o w  m e
Your deepest thoughts

F e e d  m e
Your darkest lies
J M Evjen Mar 2016
I’ve forgotten how the pine and spruce breathe the cold, crisp winter air with love, acceptance and lust fully and deeply into their being and send that very air into the needles of green, solid green, which shoot the cold out and shake off the snow only to bring new life.

I’ve forgotten how it feels to be among my friends from my home in the snow across the sea, all too far to be so close yet distant and welcoming.

I’ve forgotten the embraces outside in the cold winter air, the kisses beside roaring birch fires and the love beyond this loving world.

I’ve forgotten where you take me when all is melting, fading and changing away in an attempt to be more, more and more beautiful than that wonderful land is.

I’ve forgotten what a gift we have received; Peace and Love in Expanse; all we need, is it not? A place under the stars, in the grass, on a hill, in the North, away from the bustling busy bodies of the urbane. A place where time, matter stand still for eternity, and onwards. I miss such a place.

I’ve forgotten the warmth of our bodies, playing in the snow as the deer do leap and trot and briskly blunder through the woods of the deep, dark peace. We fall into each other’s arms and do not let go. The snow melts on our faces, mixing with sweat and tears.

I have forgotten the words, thank you, I adore you, I am so in love with you. Here they are. Said aloud for you. The ink bursts forth and declares them yours! til the end of infinity which is very far in the distance, perhaps never to be reached.

I have forgotten the deepest longing of my heart.
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