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Elemenohp Sep 2017
I feel your heat, fire.
I long to get close enough to be burned.
I am your observer, you can call me yours.
But you, are not mine.
I am one with the crowd flocked around you.
All of us close enough to feel,
But I'll envy the one you consume whole.
The pyromaniac who fears nothing and walks right in, to feel your all.
Alette Peter Aug 2017
First time I saw you reminds me of flowers.
The moment I smell you it feels like I was in my garden.

You being fragile makes me want to protect you.
Just like a flower you can easily crushed.

Sometimes I can't even protect you to myself.
I hate myself for breaking you.

I can't even stop myself from loving you.
I love you and its not revelation.

I see your imperfection yet I still accept it.
You are still dashing beautiful.

I know you are looking for man not a woman.
Even if you ignore me and break my heart I can't even get over you.

He is gayish but a good friend.
I fell in love with a flower man.
I dedicated this poem for the man I used to love. He is a gay. :)
Ashish Pandey Aug 2017
I met with your body but created you within me
An imagination a dream or a thought don't know
But She is better than you
As She is you but not yours
The shadow of yours which neither hurts nor loves
But always stands supports and a sense of joy it soaks
One which is most close to fill the emptiness of mine
But She haunts me when I see you
Since She looks afraid of you for her's existence
As lie can't be the truth and truth can't lie
The outmost clarity within me is yours doubt
And yours doubt is my clarity of living
As my sense is pervert and consciousness absurd
This is how, A shadow  makes me complete
Inhumed in deep heart , the city of mine in captivity
Ashish Pandey Aug 2017
Yes, I know you But I don’t know is it you or me
Yes, you came in my dream again
Refreshing the world which was fading out
I saw you were standing and I was trying to reach you
In a land where no physics works and no mathematics
I move toward you but I never reach
I want your attention but I didn’t get
Your last message was a rock, it stops me
It enlightens me and it made me sick
Is it you or mine insanity
That is what I ask ask and ask
Is it love or my weakness
Is it me or somebody else
But, I am hopeful to be able to make mockery of my thoughts
I am hopeful I will tell myself this is insanity
I am hopeful that one day I would find sanity
Something may haunt when you awoke
lilly Aug 2017
VII
i used to think that there wasn't a sight more beautiful
than the sun embracing the sky
or the waves kissing the shore

until i saw him smile
and laugh
genuinely
the dimples in his cheeks
the crinkles by his eyes
his body moving along with his laughter

how lovely it would be
if he could laugh
and smile
like that every day

and i know this is selfish of me to ask
but if only she saw him like how he sees her
then perhaps i could see
that beautiful sight
one more time
VII: the seventh work in a series of short poems; series one
lilly Aug 2017
VI
he knows that i noticed
of his love
for her
i became a bridge of some sort
a connection
an outlet to vent to

i became all his unsent texts
all the unsaved draft emails
all the crumpled love letters buried at the bottom of his bin

and somewhere along the way
i became a friend
a source of comfort
warmth
and just as he opened his heart to mine

i did too

at least that's how it was for a little while
VI: the sixth work in a series of short poems; series one.
lilly Aug 2017
V
i get mad sometimes
though i have no right to be

she doesn't notice the way he feels
and i think
does she not see?
that she is the cause
of his pain?

but none of it is her fault
absolutely none

love is not a choice
it would be far easier
to live in a world where feelings were nonexistent
and love wasn't so significant in our lives

but then the question arises

is a world like that
worth living in?
V: the fifth work in a series of short poems; series one
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