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Bhill Jun 2019
The intentions were there all along
I intended to secure my position
I intended to be at that meeting
I intended to be honest with it
I intended to see it through
I intended do that chore
I intended to write that
I intended to buy it
I intended to
I intended
I didn’t

Brian Hill - 2019#139
Intentions are only intentions without completions.
Sharkie

measles that
are hypocrisy
when a
hypocrite as
such was
Hansen's Disease
so theoretically
die in
luxury with
tapeworm that
****** larvae
from Brexit
where tis
Patrick's arm
and harmful
as armpit
in squaller
a lonely spite
Rocking, rhythm, bobbing head.
Quiet wisdom, words unsaid.
Moving, swaying, in a trance.
Feeling, praying, like a dance.

Darkness, hearing, murmured sounds.
Soulful, fearing, fire surrounds.
Comfort, pleading, self laid bare.
Crying, needing, selfless prayer.

Heartfelt, wholesome, voicing praise.
Faithful, welcome, end of days.
Forgive, revive, guilt away.
Strengthen, alive, here I pray.

Intent, inspired, sensing awe.
Arise, aspire, then withdraw.
Recede, to Earth, breathe the air.
Shalom, rebirth, peace from prayer.
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Lilywhite Jan 2019
Honey catches flies;
So gently coat all you sow
Smile, diamond eyes
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
Since a long time before I know you
I was trying to picture how
My happiness looks like
Now, without any doubt
I know it, you to be true

The deeply placed eyes of yours
Speaks a common language I understand
That’s why
I feel comfort with your vibes
The more I think, the more I find you closer
I intent to understand you, even more
With a futuristic goal
You can find a greater space inside my mind
A stimuli, never felt before
There you reside
Embrace a better version of ourselves
A family
A lady with a beautiful soul
Will you allow me to write more?
What you meant to me

You are beautiful
Let me remind you, in case you forget.
Genre: Observational
Theme: Language of love needs to be simple, Let the naive understand
I spill out my heart
She reply's with a word
Why is it this hard
Am I not being heard

I show my affection
She shows me none
Is this her intention
I think I'm just done...
Doesn't feel good
Nicole Nov 2018
It begins as a beige cylinder
Atop a slightly smaller beige cylinder
Upheld by a flat foundation
A beige circle
Equal in size
To one side of the smaller cylinder
Spin spin spin
With gentle fingertips
Until I reach 3/4 of an oval
Attached to the larger cylinder
Instead of closing on itself
It fuses with the wall
Melting into one piece
Speckled with black scrapes
And brown stains
Proof of its use
In ways intended by its creator
And maybe a few that weren't
Working with descriptions. Plan to do more with this later.
Helplessly I surrender to the sight of her bare flesh
Another instance of lust embellished by her perfect figure
The pull of magnetic attraction
Is this all we long for in each other?

Helplessly I try to align our lives
Make time to find common ground
I want to know her from within
Deeper than what meets the eye.

But our intentions seem to differ
She spends very little time at mine
And within that time together
Not a single thread of fabric touches my skin.

I ask her "could you be using me?"
She says "We're having fun aren't we"
But I long for more
Than what happens behind closed doors.
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