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Abdullah Ayyash Feb 2019
I want to tell the world everything
I want to uncover my biggest sin
I want to admit what I've done bad
But the ice on the lake is really thin
I'm the lion who scares the jungle
Even a crowed of armed men
I rule thousands of acres by myself
Nobody can get near or step in
But I can't hold back the burning fact
That makes me crying deeper within
How can I go on with my life
When the lioness has left the den
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Abdullah Ayyash
February 7th, 2019
Tiger Striped Nov 2019
deep midnights 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
David Huggett Jan 2019
The jungle is a fascinating place.
Plants fight for space.

So many creatures both plant and animal.
Their own lives they consider the most valuable.

Plants look for a bit of sunshine.
Their growth looks like a shrine.

Animals fight for food and try not to get eaten alive.
The goal is to maintain the species and just survive.

You will not find protests nothing ever grumbles.
There is a stable balance here in the jungle.

Until humans arrive.
Luna Maria Jan 2019
I begg you
To kiss my salty cheeks
lead me through the mighty jungle
be my light in the dark
can you please take my
sorrow
and cure my broken heart?
I’m on my knees
To begg you
To ease my pain
Amen.
I hope you are there. help me.
IncholPoem Jan 2019
Jangle  and  jungle



Jangle   on me

Oh.....mother

jangle  on  me
so    that   i  can   have
good   tasty  food.



Jangle  on me

   Oh......sister
i  may  have
good   return  of
my  investment.



Jangle    on me in
     jungle
Yeh...........beer
so  that   i  may
reagain  can
come  back
to  my
lovely  jungle  days  !
Ecstabell Dec 2018
My mind is a wild place
Untamed and unkempt
A battlefield
Where weeds and flowers
Intertwine
Fighting for the last glimpse of light
Before the sky clouds over
And darkness falls
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
shirelles
monday night
alone in a big house
light the candles
another one of my rituals
born one hour,
dead the next
to make room
for other
prayers
postures
pen tips
but the way candles
flicker in the sweet
soul
is not another ritual
warm life
to the tune of golden
notes
swimming through
once bleak
     once empty
once impure
       air
and suddenly, I am baptized
more than I ever was
in that sterile, dead
chlorine
    more than spent hymns
in drafty cathedrals
       so, the sound lives.


my bed would tilt
           at twelve years old
I'd wake
               startled of the
                       psychic death
spread like bodies after
            a paid for war
I'd scream like the cats
              fighting by the window
at my aunts house
               I would huddle with
my childhood
                     hiding from the puberty
that stalked me
like a jungle cat
               the mind reeled with
my spent pulse and
                 at night
                        under shamed
                   covers
                                 bitten fingertips
the white light
           on the street
                              looking on
Anish Saurav Aug 2018
Walking through the forest
Looking at the pitch dark sky;
Even the stars didn’t shine
They were trying to hide,

All alone;
didn’t have anyone beside;
Just me and myself;
And the broken flash light

As the wind blew
I quickly kept my hands inside;
It was as cold as my soul
Even a smirk on my face wouldn’t lie,

The warmth of the fire ;
Was all I wanted to feel tonight
With my body aching
Just couldn’t continue the plight

Came in to the jungle
To come close to death
Had cut down the rope
When I was just out of breath

Mind plays games
Says me it wants to die
Body says another thing
There is still life inside

Lost ,
with no hopes
can I continue tonight?
Alas, I want the misery to end ;
the reason I came there
Was the same thing, right ?

The Japanese jungle
Gave me what I wanted
There was nothing new to expect
I was just lying on the ground dead
Looking at the sky
Just Perfect!
The Japanese jungle is famous for suicide,
Even though it’s a hard thing to **** oneself , many Japanese people have sacrificed themselves in the history of time,
There was no shame.
But now things have changed
People come here to **** themselves often have a change of heart
And try to escape the jungle
Only to realise that
The jungle has delivered all the wishes one asks for.
Death!
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