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Nigdaw 2d
A wilderness is untamed,
nature bursts forth in all its glory;
without the guidance and destruction of
man.
It is beautiful,
a place where the soul is free,
although it may be in danger.


A wilderness is here.


Concrete slabs put upright
with windows;
facing more concrete.
Trees are sparse and trained,
grass short and restrained;
people reign.
An empty kingdom
of blank angry emotion,
called civilisation;
where the soul is definitely in danger.


It is our wilderness.
how i long for those

deep nights in the jungle

the air thick with our thoughts

we twist and tangle vines

between us, binding

bone to bone

we drink the dew drops

from the leaves and

weave their stems around our fingers

our swarthy skin, stained with soil

the kiss of nature on your thumb when it

brushes my cheek

we press our bodies

into the trunks of the towering trees

and taste the bark between our teeth

this is our labyrinth, and i

long to get lost with you
Dripping like dew drops from a hanging vine,
I was built to crawl and fall,
and scale the jungle floor.
Phil B Jun 4
Fear gripped primal synapse,
a quiver of spider’s silk bunching,
rippling outwards in a cranial pond.

Anticipation surrenders shape
to the dense jungle rhythms,
but reveals little of their depths.

Breathing stifles in cautious
and irregular release -
amidst the midnight black box.



The bone sharp tension uncoils,
as vine and fibre come undone.
The cycle remains unbroken.
Composed amidst the trees
Don’t fell in love with me.

My mind is like a jungle.

it’s threat and danger for your life.

Don’t fell in love, don't fell.

You can be lost and you can falling.

Don't take a walk in jungle.

Why would you risk yourself?

That's very denger.

It's very hard to love me.

Because my mind is jungle.
My heart is free now.
And not belong no one.
I am no more addicted from someone like ******.
I am not monkey in someone hands.
My heart is free in stoner jungle.
My windowsill cat
Sits among the potted plants
Her pretend jungle
@LadyRavenhill 2019
Haiku #100
Gheeft Apr 6
Danger of the jungle
Night fades, the moon is out
Growling, howling from a distance.
Written by GIFT O.O
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