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Piyush 3h
You write, you dream, you paint her face,
But words won’t earn a lover’s grace.

What a pitiful way —
It isn’t your day.
More and more,
You wait,
For the one tied to your fate.
Then comes your hate,
For the ones where you made mistakes.
Mistakes of your life,
Mistakes for your life.

Yes, you were kind,
In her heart, in her mind.
Alike or not, the faces were nine:
One with a knife,
Two were blind,
One struck three times with the knife.
Two were on site,
Three — undercover police,
Four unknown, dressed in white,
Two recorded the tale of that night.

This is your poem’s rhyme —
Yeah, you didn’t pay much mind.
CE Uptain 22h
I’m crazy, going out of my mind
Torn between what lies ahead
And what lies behind
Years and years, what do they mean
Lights and shadows is what I’ve seen
Crazy that’s how I feel
Out of my mind to keep it real
Yesterdays before tomorrow
Today is only time I’ve borrowed




2/12/21
From one of my more crazy times in life. I'm over it now. LOL
Zywa 1d
Are you looking at the curve
below my navel, do you want
to expose me there?

... You're reserved
... and won't come any closer
... to my breath, my question

Is something burning inside you
is it blazing, is it smouldering
or should I light it?

... I don't smell you, no scent
... that excites a woman
... in her belly, in her heart

Don't you know what you want
with me, after today?
Can't you be honest

with yourself
and live relaxed
according to your ideals?
Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
A body loves a pleasured mind
Let’s see what pleasures we can find
One more “let me hold you tight”
One more time to get it right

Let me love your pleasured mind
See what pleasure your body can find
One more “please don’t stop”
One more or until you drop

A body loved and a pleasured mind
Not one feeling left behind
One more “can I kiss you again”
One more “until you say when”

A body loves a pleasured mind
I love you with all I can find
One more “don’t ever let me go”
One more “don’t ever say no”
Thanks, this one was a pleasure to write.
I emerge
Reformed from old
Rebuilt anew
Transmogrified
Revitalised
A new body
A new mind
What once was, altered
Adapted from past lessons
To build on
To be better
The catalyst?
Self-reflection
Something I wrote based on the word "metamorphosis"
I also know why the caged bird sings.
He does so because the bars were forged in hatred,
and the whole world has turned into a simple room,
as when your eyesight only reaches the horizon,
and you can’t walk past it anymore, you forget
there was anything ahead of it. The caged bird sings
because he thinks he chirps the truth, yet they are lies,
propaganda repeated from who first captured him.
The caged bird sings because blindly repeating
what he once heard like a mindless parrot
gives him a fake sense of freedom,
even when his only prison is his own mind.
I (obviously) took inspiration from Maya Angelou's marvelous, gorgeous, wonderous, beautiful poem "I know why the caged bird sings" about racism. I decided to use that image to talk about the people who blindly follow some ideas (homophobia, racism, sexism...) because they can't even see past them. They are just as trapped- if not more- than who they oppress.

At least we have the ability to think more freely than they do, don't we? We may feel caged but that's because we are growing out of our restrains.
Evil passes,
But not without repercussions.
They think they are the trap builders—
But once the woods
Begin to offer small feasts for free,
It’s to devour and erase
The ***** spirit of this world.
I belong to the woods,
To the seas,
To the thunders and the trees.
You never won the game—
You lost your security.
You think you escaped,
But you’ve entered terror.
Welcome to the game, demon.
Game Over.
I’m not a fool for counting the days.

I’m not a fool for missing you,
or bleeding quietly in your absence.

I’m not foolish for keeping my distance from people,
for building walls instead of bridges,

For learning not to trust.

No—

I’m simply terrified...

Because I’m still in love with you.
Still crying for you.
Still believing nothing can erase this pain.
My longing for you has become a monster.

But I don’t fear monsters—

I command them.

I bind them in chains,
silence their screams.
But this one…

This one won’t kneel.

I can’t sentence it to death for its rebellion.

Can’t starve it,
can’t silence it.

Because every time I look into its eyes—

I see yours.

And I weep.
You are my weak spot.

My undoing.
I’m not a fool…

But I love you.
it's a collection of intrusive thoughts,
you've been taking care of it for so long,
developing an attachment to it,
putting other attachment issues on hold.

it's the most worthless precious thing you have,
the rest of them might not see it, but you do.
the rest of them overlook your worth, too,
so casual you're not even sure it's still there.

such a funny story until it's not,
an impossible theory no one can prove wrong,
it's a collection of intrusive thoughts
that you've been in possession of for so long.
Once all of the weights build up
And you believe that life is just a lie
Something which you've made up
The perfect answer to a broken mind
You'll sob, you'll punch, you'll kick, you'll cry
Because then you'll know you are nothing
Nothing but blind
I miss that feeling of waking up and knowing you're two steps ahead.
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