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I melted moon-white pearls into a gleam,
         sewed a meadow’s wild-flowers in a dream,
And created a woman, with blood divine,
        A woman strong, more intoxicating than wine.

Through dew, the spark of life arrowed in,
        Giving birth to the wildwood odored skin.
Delphinium vivid petals of a spring late,
        Were the eyelids carrying my despair’s weight.

Out of desperation, I draw lust with scripts,
        With flagrant red roses; colouring her lips,
The droopy distorted lips, whose kiss mourns,
        An existence where it is with me, not thornes.

With the gloom of the straying fool; Eslam,
        I wrought the hair of her drenched in psalm,
Enchanting with dark godly melodies of her,
        Braiding light with sorrows that, there, were.

Rob, I did, the breeze from the voided air,
        To embroider something, while reciting a prayer,
And dizzily, I fabricated a soul for the mud,
        And O! ******* lively rumbled; the once-were bud.

She inhaled, in awe, life and my old despair,
        And with the first breath, an end she did declare,
It was as we both breathed for the first time -
        We were two words in a poem, ready to rhyme.

Her light, reflected on my broken pieces,
        The rayes, shaped a tree of wicked caprices,
Where my fantasies grew and bigger got,
        And controlling the other self, I could not.

However, she is my little beautiful creation,
         And this reality is my hunger’s innovation.
The reality we all share was not real at all,
        Yet what fake is, makes my reality whole.

Leave me, until I crawl.
Eslam is my name.
I love you beyond the life I lead
beyond daydreams I had as a child
beyond this cage of bone
and the words I pray
I love you beyond

Beyond the earth which houses my body
Beyond the demons of desperation
Beyond belief and believing
beyond the sands of time
I love you beyond

Beyond hands which desire your touch
Beyond the music which sings out
Beyond my eyes which gaze
beyond all my doubts
I love you beyond

In the blackest hope I will find you
and I grasp your hand
Sit with you and make you understand
I love you beyond.
rebecca May 29
desperation
for you
for education
pulling me 532
miles back and forth
between my life's objective
or my desire for
your hand in mine
even just a little further
past our time.
Poetic T Apr 2
I could never count stars
  as they were always shooting
point-blank at my forehead...

Hollow point dream killers,
   my eyes open pools of despair..

                       The night shone,
within the white pools,
   non-reflective reproductions of

desperation..

Every sheep that jumped over
that
       hedge...


Face hugging the granite of my
                dried up lake of sweet dreams..

I'm still awake....
Raven Feels Apr 2
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't hide it---we miss them:|


me being a runaway flying in the black hinges

  soaring in the twinkling skies

I crave you as a hungry wolf that knows no boarders of freedom

in there in the shady street

as I dive into my vulnerability you sense my need

you sense my desperation

its like you read my locked lines

among the flowers of the highs

in the publicity of tamed crimes

you have me

running on rage

screaming on blades

the cake comes and you appear none

lying down

hating the crowds

the bargaining weight of these suicidal sounds

where are you???

nowhere to be found

leave me in yells when the time ends and dwells

this is a first in a hell

do you intend to choke me to death again???

it is me who you pressed undamned on your wided chest

and carried it all away in a mild stance

when no one dares

to a slightest bare of your cans or cares

don't forget me still not lying

still breathe for your touch

and your essence on that spot

just tell me where

and my heart will voluntarily beware

to be awaiting a hold of torments in the bliss of fair

when you mindlessly gear

affording to disappear

a night changes its shades into a million gleams

you seem to draw on my warm sheers


                                                                                        ------ravenfeels
Petrichor Mar 31
Do not give me your love
Give me hope
For love would just bind me
But hope....it would render me fearless enough
to venture out
I always return to this question in my life,it is a red string,a repetitive situation I am subjected to....intrinsically I know I want to go but I stay fo other people....
JKirin Mar 27
Call my name,
see the ghost of the past I became.

Of this world, I am lost in the shadow
left to feed off the old war’s debris.
It’s too big for an innocent child
that is forced to grow up, don’t you see?

In the village, I walk unnoticed –
every grownup stares right through me.
On my tasks, I try to stay focused,
while the one thing I want is to scream.

Scream out loud at the people, the street
to be heard for a second, be seen.
In this world, do I even exist?
How, a child, would I even know this?

Call my name,
bring me back to the living, again.
about orphans
M Feb 15
Bare handed I crawl my way up
Towards the sun if I must
"Unburden my mind, mother. Stomp on my ego, make it null, but make me whole.
Part one of what's to come <3
ella rose Feb 9
she is filled with fire,
yet she fails to glow
that darkness cries out for a guiding light,
and still the fire shows no mercy
in all it's stubbornness,
it permits the absence of a burning flame
and that roaring glow inside of her,
it dies
and so too does her soul.
is a lost flame, truely a lost soul?
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