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SA Szumloz Jul 2020
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My affection doesn't show like stripes on a Zebra
It's hides it's flesh like birds with their feathers
I would love to shed my black plumes for you
However, if I do, I know I'll fly away from the fear
Fear of getting hurt like a million times before
Trust me, it weighs my heart down like pouring rain
I know how much you want to see me smile
Wrap my wings around you like it's the end
I just can't love the way you do

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I have such a hard time expressing physical affection to people. Even if they're my family. I am just not that kind of person to give hugs.
topacio May 2020
who still needs to hunt
when injured,
so do you.
need to fix repair move
faster than ever
on your own
without your pack.

laser movement
in the dark
blind to whats ahead,
instincts guiding you
more than you know,
passed down
in your bones
from the
generations before.
Salma Apr 2020
I'm the kind of poetry that moves you,
I'm your favourite song on a long ride,
I'm a soulful dancer stimulating all your hidden instincts,
and I'm the taste of red wine after the second glass.
...
...
...
...

Good luck resisting me.
Kaede Jul 2019
Nothing's more creepier than a dream becoming real each passing day.

Three am and I woke up gasping for air to breathe while tears streaming down in my chubby cheeks. For the first time, I don't know what is real and what is fake, and what is wrongly perceived by my senses.

As I struggled to convince myself the idea of it that it did not happened, the more I was compelled to believe that it really did. The way I cried in the dream is the way I wailed tonight. Every plot of the dream turns to be more authentic than it ever did. The vivid details of my dream are coming like a kaleidoscope of horror movies I've watched as I continue to growl in agony.

And there is nothing I can do, but to continue watching myself.

Three am and I woke up gasping for air to breathe while tears streaming down in my chubby cheeks. For the first time, I don't know what is real and what is fake, and what is wrongly perceived by my senses.

Reality felt like a little less real.

From then on, I'm becoming less much in reality and I'm becoming more in my dreams. Everything I see around in this world looks faker and faker each breathe that I take.
Go on living or go on dying? Either way, just  be brave.
Darryl M May 2019
Should I beg for forgiveness?
But why beg?
Is it cheating if what we have has its flip flops on?
We both know it’s casual.

Does loving the other, love you any less?
If you’ve found a soulmate in me,
Does that mean I have to do my time too?
If you got yourself a cell,
Should I be caged in?

Clothed in Red and White.
February 14th, I could get the rose.
But you aren’t worth the thorns.

Down on my knee with a small box.
Would you do me the honours?
Bring back the ring you’ve imagined yourself having.
Instincts shrink
when love is on the table
for instincts are for survival
And love is for a dying
in the grandest ritual possible
And although as my gut tells me
Warns me to be on my guard
Cautioning, my brain is mush
And so is my own heart -
Dampen my instincts then,
Love, have me be ******,
Take all of my very existence,
Sacrificing survival on insistence.
Maria Etre Oct 2018
I ask you one favor
to be naked
with your
emotions
the way
I am
with you, in front of you
and the night stars
when the time comes and I cannot but  show you
what I feel and
when my voices loses it's way
and my words forget
how to express
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