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Whether stranded
On a forbidden Island
Or stuck on a spaceship
In the middle of space
I dont take this love for granted
Without you
I would slowly die
Thinking about you
You all are I need
On this Earth, or into space
I am lost in our love
Love that is true
I wish I could have had a little more time with her
I'm not saying you get used
to someone being there or
ever take them for
granted
But you never think one day loosing them the time spent together priceless but comes that day just devorstating
Stunned
almost unreal state of totall shock suddenly the one you love gone forever well I speak for myself but I never got over
this
I wish I could have had a little more time with her
I'm not saying you get used
to someone being there or
ever take them for
granted
But you never think one day loosing them the time spent together priceless but comes that day just devorstating
Stunned
almost unreal state of totall shock suddenly the one you love gone forever well I speak for myself but I never got over
this
A B Faniki Aug 5
Last night I cried myself to sleep and I
A man with many winter seasons under my belt;
When I thought of losses and gains of my life
Am thankful-for the peace in me my soul felt

I have have worn beautiful cloth, in style and color
but none fit my muscles/swine perfectly than my skin;
and I have wear some pretty amazing and cool
shoes yet the soles of my feet feel more comforting

I have not a luxury of a cushion at all times
but my buttock always provide the comfort I need;
and in this life I know what it means to
suckle a breast either for pleasure or feed

So am grateful for everything that I have
and for every year that I am alive.
© A B Faniki 5/8/2019 all right reserved snother work that will be feature in my book Banal tells. I wrote this poem last week I hope u enjoy it is a sonnet. With
Gabriel burnS Jul 25
You’re a blunt trauma from a sharp weapon
You’re the highest of the low-hanging fruit
You’re a dark day to a vampire waiting for the sun
You’re this year’s May that I might as well not...
You’re such a hidden button during ironing “I can’t even…”
You’re the diagonal towards the end of an up-down-down-forward-back-back combo
You’re the most unexpected choke one gets by their own saliva
You’re a Ferrari keeping quiet about a handling defect until it’s too late
And me… I’m just as perfect as you are…
Only not as articulately pronounced…

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Ти си натъртване от остър предмет
Ти си най-високия от ниските плодове
Ти си мрачен ден за вампир, който чака слънцето
Ти си тазгодишния Май, в който май не бих…
Ти си така скрито копче по време на гладене, че даже не мога…
Ти си диагонал към края на комбинация от горе-долу-долу-напред-назад-назад
Ти си най-неочакваното задавяне причинено от собствената слюнка
Ти си Ферари с премълчан дефект при завиването докато не стане твърде късно
А аз… съм точно толкова съвършен, колкото и Ти
Но по-неотчетливо изказан...
This time I'm making a step across the line in the sand!
Ken Pepiton Jun 15
Remember?
The first secret no one knew, but me and you?

Was it secret from Daddy or Mommy?
from boys, or from girls, or the rest of the world?

Did we agree to lie to keep the secret?
Is that how it got sacred?

Do you recall what that secret is?
Is there some rite we must redo?

I look around and think, if life were the secret,
it is leaking.
And I seem to have forgotten what parts were sacred
and what parts are not.

Are you still here? Is this sacred still?

Our secret place, quiet place,
where peace
seeps beneath a sludge of lies,
under which
the hidden source of all we ever hoped
would never
be exposed, lay in secret innocense,
pure as a child's promise,

more precious for its being hidden all these years.

A seed, you said we'd see fruit from
one day.

Wait and see, I heard you say.

But I am blind, or this is night.
Hmmm, wandering through old I don't knows, I think this ...
YYC May 7
when we first met,
I hated you.
hated that adoring, naive wonder in your eyes,
hated how you stuck around like an annoying fly,
amazed at everything;
anything could light up that smile on your face.
I  hated you.
until I didn't.
until that stupid smile of yours,
didn't annoy me anymore.
the sound of your footsteps following mine,
went from a hindrance to being a normality.
and your loyalty,
no matter what **** you had to put up from both them and me,
you still held your head up high,
that halo circling your head;
you lifted my quickly falling soul from its descent,
raised it,
and made me whole again.
I hated you,
then took you for granted.
Didn't realize,
how much I relied on that smile,
those footsteps,
that consistent scribbling,
until you were gone.
I'm sorry.
Please come back to me.



                                                     -YYC
Your fine bespoken suit, hand and glove
A perfect fit, we are in love.

My blue Hellenic dress, now threadbare
It fell apart, but we didn’t care.

It’s all unraveling, as we cling to a thread
Taken for granted and now it’s dead.
@LadyRavenhill 2019
Amy H Mar 11
I’m cutting your string.
The ball can roll
like columbus round the world
looking for the edge.
And I’ll be left
with the short piece
ready to drop it in the trash
while you tangle with your mess.
Sticky fingers,
trapped in knots
wondering how I got away
without a catch.
That’s what happens
when you play with girls
who run with scissors.
I’m sharp as steel
and just as strong.
Be careful
it might be
your fingers bleeding.
It's good to be strong.
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