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Riz Mack Mar 2019
They say good things come to those who wait
And only fools rush in
But I missed the boat the other day
While sitting on the fence

They say hands so cold
Tell of hearts that are warm
But that can't be right
What I feel is a storm

They say two wrongs don't make a right
And what goes round comes around
They say shoot for the stars
But keep your feet on the ground

They say there's a window
That can see to the soul
But if that is the case
Mine's surely a door

Out of sight, out of mind
Out the picture, out of time
Out of luck, out of touch
Out of order

But don't cut any corners
Haste makes waste
The first cut is the deepest
Cut straight to the chase

They say knowledge is power
Ignorance is bliss
And practice makes perfect
(what about a kiss?)

They say life is what you make it
And there's plenty fish in the sea
But I'm no pescatarian
Just bark on the wrong tree

They say the rotten apple spoils the bunch
But it doesn't fall far
So take a leaf from someone else's tree
And always follow your heart
We say some pretty dumb stuff
Zuzanna Mar 2019
Red lipped and her smile
Is everything, her teeth shine
Like the pearls against the pale
Skin at the tip of her neck, she
Claws at my skin, the pain throbs
For a second, drawing a little blood
Would you cross her? Knowing her
Hurricane mind? Coming out to play
To feel her tigress soul, wild but free
She doesn't pretend to be anyone
Only herself with a power like no
Other, a control willed by her heart
Motivated by the butterfly in her veins
There is a hunger to pounce, to run with
The wind, she carries class, savagery and
A deep loyalty others had tried to poison
But a paw put down is all that is necessary
To call it a point.
#savage #dangerouswoman #brave #motivated #driven #wildsoul #free
Skaidrum Mar 2019

Father ate bullets
for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and
sold his soul for me.
Of the haiku series
xxi. from wine to blood

© Copywrite Skaidrum
Rose Mar 2019
I hide behind the curtains of my busyness
Pretending this ice on my heart is embracing
But the shadows dancing, remind me of the cold.
At dawn I awaken with the emptiness beside me
All the pairs of shoes that lay here fit only one
Independent as i might portray to be
I’m just a girl waiting for an equal hand to hold
waiting and waiting is all that i seem to know
memoona kazmi Feb 2019
if she kisses you,
with her eyes open,
it means she's not there yet,
she's not lost into it,
the enchanting garden of love,
is yet to be reached by her,
the demon against love are still to be fought,
the potion of love,
is yet to be drunk,
and if her eyes are still open,
when you move your fingers,
in her hairs,
and if she still can't feel your heat,
she isn't yours to keep.........
memoona kazmi Feb 2019
a tear fell on my guitar tonight,
even the strings were amazed,
to see the deserted eyes rain,
the strings started dancing,
along my tears,
singing and playing a soothing tune,
and watching you lay happy everynight,
without even a single thought on your mind,
i am thinking,
how is it possible,
for someone,
not to get even scent of a single flower,
after planting a garden of tears for others....
Zywa Feb 2019
Sometimes a bad wind is blowing
in my head, a devil chasing devils
in other people or

a wronged haughtiness
that favours itself, asking:
Love me, please!

.....From whom can I buy prosperity
.....(life-lasting and guaranteed)
.....which options do I have

.....what in the world should I
.....and shall I do for it?
.....Oh, do love me, please!

I'm muttering prayers and follow
their status every day: Sent!
Considering article two

any action on my own behalf is
not allowed, so I beg and entreat:
Love me, please!
Collection "Secrets & Believers"
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