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LWZ Sep 2020
The winter wisps have gripped my neck
Taking every breath has left me unequipped for death

I watch my world spin and loose all control
What can be salvaged from inside my soul?

Foggy, grey, discombobulated in every way.
I sit on the park bench and wonder...
why does the wind spin in nature as it does in my head

I beg for freedom from my thoughts
I beg for independence
I beg for positive energy to reach me entirely

Try again tomorrow
Try again the next
Run until you have nothing left
Charlotte T Sep 2020
Having unlearnt compromise, she is released from the burden of consideration of sin. The veil has been lifted and she now holds the gentle, irresistible charm of an enchantress. Stretch marks decorating her thighs, the personal marks her body carries represent stories that she will never tell, a symbol of the binding of her body and soul. A deep beauty of which will remain faithful to her over time; she is evergreen.
Joshua Boyd Sep 2020
I still see your eyes,
At the cusp of every sunrise.
Vacant as the empty skies

Sometimes I see you wearing white
But who I see cannot be recognized
A twisted image of you imprinted on my mind
I never took the time to get to know you

But I like the image refracted in the mirror
I approach life without the searing pain of regret
Years go by
You drift from sight
But I don't need to go back and change that night

I find my closure in the night's sunrise
I always see your eyes
A poor imitation conjured by my mind.
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Faisil
My beloved faisil
You make my life a little better
I wish to feel your touch
And your tender kisses
To taste as we make out
I fantasize sleeping with
You my beloved
My king faisil.
Let me be your queen
My sweet







‎فيصل
‎ حبيبي فيصل
‎ أنت تجعل حياتي أفضل قليلاً
‎ أتمنى أن أشعر بلمستك
‎ وقبلاتك الرقيقة
‎ لتذوق كما نصنعه
‎ أتخيل النوم مع
‎ انت حبيبتي
‎ ملكي فيصل.
‎ دعني أكون ملكتك
‎ محبوبي
Norman Crane Aug 2020
Introspection
The art of finding within
What you cannot live without
Norman Crane Aug 2020
What if all that counts is a kiss,
hugs are fallacies and a good word
conspiracy to make us miss
the obvious: lips on lips?
Norman Crane Aug 2020
every day
in the mirror i see
what looks a little more
like me
Jammit Janet Aug 2020
#42
It'll flow when it flows,
Like a babbling brook,
Giggling through meadows,
Of creativity,
And mental banks,
Full of books,

Stimulation,
Free from frustration,
Exaltation,
Intoxication,

Full of life,
Full of love,

To nurture your being,
Cuddle your feelings,
Revive,
Your sense of meaning.
Hear me read it to you here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Fg1E-oNWylfib4sqqQLQ6OF2NA8qIJHT/view?usp=sharing
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