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Anand Prakasque Jul 2015
You're the butterfly.
Dancing over my nest.
Yes I've stories for you,
to be whispered.
In your fluttering wings.
Hannah Jo Jul 2015
Go to sleep, Love, dive deep down into your wildest dreams and
find that stardust you buried inside yourself so long ago...
Would you take me with you? Would you let me run alongside?
We could race with our loneliest memories up Mount Fuji;
I just know we'd leave them choking in the dust, left so far behind.
We could build ourselves a nest somewhere close to the stars,
we could take a nap with the birds and whisper to them stories about all of our different scars.
And I know not all of my dreams make sense, some are outlandish and impossible to do.
But what's the point in living Life if we never do as dreamers do?
When in Dreamland...
kj Foster Jun 2015
Birds only fly
Because their bones are hollow.


Empty yourself,
Wings widening,
Weakly at first,
Soon little one,
You too can soar.


Lose the ground,
Gain the skies.
Dhaye Margaux May 2015
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I was in a crossroad for so long and that wasn't easy
But things come like the moon that lights a night's so blurry
If I didn't care enough, if this heart didn't think of you
I might not be here to listen, I might not see the view
If I just want to escape and avoid the coming storm
I might not share my coat to keep you safe and warm
If I just want to fly away and forget the nest we've built
I might not have concern inside, it's so easy to jilt
If I just want to see myself in mirror with this smile
I might had walked away, as far as thousand miles
If I am just a person with no heart to love and care
I might just turn my back, leaving you in despair
But see, I am here, never left you all alone
I made it sure you're strong enough to stand on your own
Didn't you feel the care from me I was showing after all?
Didn't you see I'm losing now my strength, now I am starting to fall?
I have collected all my strengths and used most just for you
The remaining flicker of hope, can you even give me, too?
Let me spread my wings, let me nurture, let me grow
Don't confine me in this cage where I won't shine and glow

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For her...I know she can stand on her own when I leave.
Vladmir Putin May 2015
Spooky
Wooky

Skelington

Booky
Wooky

Selling tin

Zooky
Mooky

Telling Jim

Rooky
Pooky

That ****** was right
Written with free internet of both Starbuck and panera. Made with 2.45 mol Love
Amnesia like leaky faucets swollen drain ventilates vapid powdered portrait
At least smiled.
Blood slightly warmed manicure and smiled in forgotten garden
Such lovely font.  All wanted
Mini clouds surrounding shrines backlit green in ritual.
Smiles speak but of the wet smell of pollen and the sweat collecting in his hand behind the small of her uncrushed spine.

Curing chlamydia the straight—A fairytale.  Conned alive, clumsily and bitter.
Nurtured cotton uprooted attempt.  Scrubbed stains to shreds

Not even the green light merely aftermath so of course when shaking egg shells sheltering in “cold hands warm heart” chests receive the song I sing but never knew
Jessica Altieri Mar 2015
My neck is a nest
The warmth in it an ever present creature that
Oscillates and breeds and collects
And attracts creatures that do not

My neck is a nest
That doesn't just need to nurture but
To be nurtured and
Touched and kissed and electrified
In order to keep that warmth

My neck is a nest
That rests on an unsteady beating branch
And hangs under a filament-ridden sky
Neither of which can ever agree
But to disagree on whether
Niceness or smoothness or alcohol or hidden agendas
Should have anything to do with
How the warmth is kept

My neck is a nest
Full of hatchlings that have already
Dropped and soared
Dropped and stopped
Dropped and swooped at the last second
Where they are now
I have only an inkling.

My neck is a nest
That wishes to blend with the
Twigs and leaves and eggshells
That become it and
Be humbly content with who
It wants to attract and collect and warm.
Exploration of my own sexuality and what I need versus what I want.
Abdullah Ayyash Jan 2015
Outside is drizzling softly,
thirsty skin drinking up,
the caresses of the rain.
We splash every puddle,
oozing happiness to the crowd
singing together a new refrain.
Let’s drink up
all the gray between us,
darling, run with me,  
coloring gloomy skies.
Lace our love fingers
with a smile so dashing
Thrill me,
hold me,
let purging water
hide my blushing
as the rolls of thunder,
outside our love nest
keep clashing.
A request to publish this poem on my friend's behalf.
Mana Aug 2013
I remember what we used to have
Hang outs,
On the couch
Cuddle fests
With nothing but your neck to nest
And nuzzle on the other’s.
Head rests
And hands link
Subtle winks
Nothing surpasses this.
But when you say what you said
And want to “take a break”
To me that means a rest
A rest from it all
And this was for your sake.
So i took the space
You needed
Feeded your mind and heart
With the gap holding us apart
So you could get the perspective you desired.
And a part of me admired you for it.
But now that you revealed
That youre back with him
I have nothing short of fury
And i want to bury
My feelings
And act like it doesnt matter
Act like i dont have a heart
I dont hear it in my chest
There’s no pitter patter.
Because now i feel tricked and empty.
You didnt want an end
And i stupidly agreed.
That taking a leave would be best
Little did i know
Upon my return, id be blessed
With the knowledge of you and your ex
reunited.
I feel slighted.
Because you didnt want a break
You wanted a break UP.
Because who ever wants a break?
She
Apparently.
Its a shame to me she didnt know the difference.
And didnt have the heart to tell me they were back together…
Until now.
And now
There WAS a break...
because We’re broken.
And i dont know how to mend it.
Abdullah Ayyash Nov 2014
In a silky forest
In a shape of a golden rose
Wandered back and forth
Waved her forgiveness
Blessed me with her mercy
With the gift of her soul
Madam, I have no soul left
My body is just a dust
I'm a graveyard...
I'm an immortal guest
I'm no one if not in her chest
Her treasured smile
Her lovely sight
Her heavenly touch
Her misty lips
Her eternal nest
I'm just a graveyard...
I'm just an immortal guest
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
November 28th, 2014
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