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Megan Joseph Jul 29
it envelopes me
like the ocean,
i sink slowly,
it's dark
and becomes darker
until everything is black,
my face is wet,
it tastes like this ocean,
my eyes close
as the darkness grabs me
and clings to me
and whispers to me,
i am nothing
and i am sorry,
it drags me deeper
until i am no more,
it's dark,
but this ocean feels so warm
around me
This is part 2 of my latest poem hope you all enjoy!!
Megan Joseph Jul 25
i fall,
i see the sky
that i longed for,
so dark,
but filled with light,
it drifts from me
as if to avoid me,
my tears
fall up
and leave me,
my limbs, too,
detach,
i become nothing
again,
it hurts,
my chest hurts,
i cant breathe,
something flys away
and I am empty,
i'm sorry
This is the first of an unintentional two part poem and I'll release the next part sometime next week or so!
Nivine Nahli Mar 11
I'm dubious,

I will never know what life brings for me.
Some days, I believe in my abilities and
Moments later, my other mind will interrogate me.
Who am I and what do I bring by existing?

I will never know since I'm so doubtful.
Doubtful of all the beautiful things in life.
Especially love, since I don't exist
To love anymore.  

If we're not here to love, what are we here for?
If we can barley live, why are we living after all.
Maybe one day I'll find my path,
But for now, I'll continue to be in a quandary.

n.n
changing, shifting, wondering.
Yani Oct 2018
"You have the most expressive eyes," you said.
Sigh. I believed you.

I still don't know...
Is it the reflection of every bit of me
          from my secrets no words could unfold
          to my shallow happiness, a given sight to behold;
Or is it the sparkles you knew you brought
          that I without a second thought would admit,
          with certainty that you and I would fit
That you loved more about me.

You'll never know...
With the same glass you used to read me through
          I memorized and engraved your complexity
          on tissue folds and pumped blood within me;
With the stares that met and laid us both naked,
          deep, hard and unstoppable I fell;
          but your heart remained calm and still
I ended up hiding and locking myself up in a shelf.

"You have the most expressive eyes," I should say.
It was goodbye; I cried.
Inday Sep 2018
My friend.
You came into my room so distressed,
The musicians you loved had all been depressed
And you wondered if you might turn out the same as them,
Play the same sad songs, drink whisky and smoke.

With all the dysphoria took over compassion
Your clothes got expressive, you'd changed your fashion
You accepted you'd sit in you chair with old age
And read all the books, and imagine taking to stage.

But for now you sat beside me and said let's not be scared
You re-assured me of the life you most feared
Somehow this comforted both your mind and mine,
Dark looks for dark, it must be hard to be blind.

We shall meet again someday, you said. Doubtful.
As we walked past all the towering oak trees, so tall
And the more you had to leave the less help I could lend
Your violin still plays melodies which I can't quite comprehend.
Jennifer Wolfe Sep 2018
CAN YOU HEAR ME

CAN YOU SEE IT ?
THE RISE IN THE DARK.

CAN YOU HEAR IT ?
THE SOUND SO DESIRABLE THAT CREATES A SPARK.

CAN YOU TASTE IT?
THE DRIPPINGS SO SLICK.

CAN YOU FEEL IT ?
THE RIPPING SO THICK.

SO YOU WANT ME ?
SO RED AND SO TENDER.

DO YOU NEED ME ?
THE FEEL OF MY GENDER.

DO YOU FEEL ME ?
THE SQUIRM OF MY FLEX.

DO YOU SEE ME ?
THE DESIRE FROM YOUR ***.

DO YOU HEAR ME ?
SO WET AND COMPLETE.

WILL YOU FEEL ME ?
SO READY AND SO DEEP.

WILL YOU HEAR ME ?
SAY I NEED YOU TO WRAP INTO ME.

WILL YOU TASTE ME ?
SO DESIRED AND SO FREE.

WILL YOU WANT ME ?
WHEN I NEED YOU TO BE.

SO CAN YOU HEAR ME ?
WHEN YOUR INSIDE OF ME.
Jennifer Wolfe Sep 2018
UNTIL NEXT TIME



THE PRESENCE OF YOUR BEING
PLACED UP AGAINST MY BACKSIDE
CAUSES A BIT OF EXCITEMENT
THAT MY BODY CAN’T JUSTIFY

FROM JUST A SINGLE TOUCH
FROM YOU AND YOUR UNSEEING
MY BODY TREMBLES DEEP INSIDE
AND MY GENDER BECOMES SO REVEALING

I TURN AND WRAP MY LEGS AROUND
AND USE YOU LIKE A CLUTCH
THE FEELING IN MY BODY STARTS TO TRAVEL
I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE IT
OR IF IT’S JUST TO MUCH

THE SLICKNESS MY BODY’S REVEALING
BECOMES LIKE A FLUID GUIDE.
YOUR ARMS GLIDING MY EVER GENTLE MOVEMENT.
AS WE INTERTWINE

YOU SLOWLY TAKE YOUR GENDER
AND PUT IT INSIDE OF MINE
TO REACH YOUR IMMENSE INDUCEMENT
WITH YOUR HARDNESS BURIED INTO MINE

AS I SHAPE INTO THE PERFECT FORM OF YOU
SO ACCEPTING AND AGREEING
BANGING THE WALLS INSIDE
I GRADUALLY ACCEPT YOUR FREEING

WE RISE TOGETHER IN THIS MOMENT
MY BEING BEGINS TO SHATTER
THIS IS A PLACE OF EVERLASTING BLISS
AND NOTHING BESIDES THIS SEEMS TO EVEN MATTER

MY BEING SHATTERS AS I START TO INCLINE
THE COMBINED MOVEMENT OF US TWO
THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR SWELL
TELLS ME WE’RE NOT THROUGH

AND IN THE SHADOWS I CAN SEE
YOUR EYES LOCKING INTO MINE
MY SOUL WANTING TO BE BURIED
AND MY HIGH IS CLIMBING AGAIN INSIDE

YOUR EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE SHORT LIVED
YOUR BODY SO CLOSE TO MINE
FOREVER YOU ARE APART OF ME
YOUR BODY IS SOMETHING I STRIVE

AS YOU LAY YOUR LIPS UPON MINE
AND WE SAY OUR LAST GOODBYES
YOU ARE FOREVER SPECIAL TO ME
REMEMBER, UNTIL NEXT TIME


BY JENNIFER WOLFE
Anwer Ghani May 2018
BLUE VOICE
I am nothing but a boat its wing has a very bewitching tales I can't tell you their secrets. When the blue voice showed me its intangible soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy blue rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are fogy seas of the blue voice, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger has drowned totally in the blue.

SLIVERY VOICE
I was not a chanter, but I could not sit on our tree bough when my grandfather had used to talk about the bright birds and the lucent horses of the sliver voice. There were cities of veiled winds their whispers touch our window with a delightful smile, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket silvery fairies but our land is the daughter of the silver voice so you always find my daily chant; "oh the sliver voice, get my whishes on your wings and shelter my dream in the delicious midday. I am just a totally compliant and smooth southern child sits on that bough with sliver chants in his pocket."

PINK VOICE
I am not platonic, but I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice. Do you see the colored vociferous wedding? Its naked soul is a fragrance of the coquette eyelids of the pink voice. When your eyes see the momentary waves of the pink voice, at that time, you will remember my words, and you will feel hardly the remote carnivalesque lands of my dispersed corners. Yes, I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice, but I am a southern farmer knows everything about its dreamy smiles and hidden wishes.
"VOICES"
Tessellated poem ( poems in poem)
Expressive narrative prose poetry
By Anwar JaberMay 2018
Sunflowers bloom
They shine
Like faces
After a honeymoon!
O the shine
Moon gets
From his Sun
So does it
Blooms when the
Sun rises
Faces away when it sets
Doesn't ask for anything
From the Sun
Except for sunshine
Is it that
The sunflower calls
O dear Sun
Rise,awake
I need to rise
And when the Sun sets,
She says
O bye,dear
I need to bear
Another night
Of facing away
O the moonlight
Does not suit me
He is like me
He gets his glow
From you
You are,so
His cause as you're mine
So why should I leave you
And set a saga with him
He waxes and wanes
And is very'light'
Unlike you
Vigorous and radiant
Why shouldn't I be you?
What would the Sun reply
Does he shy
Does he act Herculistic
What do you say
Do you find someone
In this scene?
Scientifically Sun is the source of all energy
Even metaphorically?
Poem is a canvas of imagination.
Paint your colors!!
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