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Penguin Poems Nov 2018
it was mine
all mine
poetry was mine
my "thing"
yet you took it
i'm not special anymore

you were mine
all mine
no one else's but mine
my "person"
yet you left me
i'm not special anymore

blue was mine
all mine
only my color
my "shade"
yet you took it
i'm not special anymore

music was mine
all mine
only my chords and words
my "passion"
yet you took it
i'm not special anymore
shiv Sep 2018
i set the world on fire
and i called it my own.
I was very possessive towards her,
i wanted her to spend her every second with me.
maybe that's the only reason
she left me?
Maybe?
Manda Jun 2018
This heart should be, already,
Hurt-proof
Or one side love-proof
'*** I've learned it that way

That back you thrown at me
Walked off to the departing gate
Should have known it would be the end of this
It supposed to be die right there

But the feeling seemed lurking
They ghosted on the small side of my chest
Waited patiently there
'Till the shine of your light blasted through the flesh

I wonder what to call this feel
Should it be love or passion
Or an amusement, instead of possesion
To recall your embrace 'till my tears are all reckless

Supposed to hate you
Supposed to summoned you away
But these beats after beats,
They told me I'm dying without you

Boy, I'm dying without you
Do not ruffle my hair anymore
Do not smile at my joke anymore
Just do not, do not you dare at all

This time, do not you dare to love me anymore.
honey Jun 2018
I bet your tears,
Those little tears I say I don’t want you to shed,
I bet they taste like honey and sunshine and validation,
When they’re for me and nobody else.
Äŧül Dec 2017
Love and caretaker: For her, it is me
Love and responsibility: For me, it is she
Love and togetherness: For her, it is me
Love and argument: For me, it is she
Love and youth: For her, it is me
Love and fun: For me, it is she
Love and life: We two, for each other

Me, my life's worship
(the word used for worship was Pooja in Kannada)

- A non-resident Kannadiga


Kannada text:

ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಚಿಂತೆ ಮಾಡೊವನು: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ವಿತ್: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ದ್ವೇಷ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಯೌವನ: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಮೋಜಿನ: ಅವಳೆ ನನಗೆ
ಸ್ನೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಜೀವನ: ನಾವು ಇಬ್ಬರೂ, ನಮ್ಮ ಇಬ್ಬರಿಗೂ.

ನಾನು, ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಾ ಪೂಜಾ.

- ಒಬ್ಬ ಹೊರನಾಡ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗ
A translation of a quote by me on YourQuote.

My HP Poem #1687
©Atul Kaushal
iva Dec 2017
I think, I say, I loved you before -
yes. Picture it: these different
bodies, tangled under different
sheets, you & these quiet moments
before.

I think it started even before
that - right from the moment
you took breath & sobbed.
Don't you see, baby, you were born
mine.

Picture us in the light:
glory haloed, something other
than blood or water, violent
mouths & all teeth, gnawing
right to the bone.

Let me. I'm going to make this as
terrible as I know how.

I mould & ruin you with
these hands, I call you baby,
darling, mine, mine, mine;
I make you a god and nothing
less.

Show me again, my god - there is no
prayer for the way you shudder. Hold on,
wait for me,

I'm going to make you see stars, baby doll,
you're not going to wanna miss
this.
Yeah idk either man this kind of creeps me out & i'm the one who wrote it.
She Writes Dec 2017
Yes I am clingy,
But you will never find someone
There for you like I will be.

Yes I am needy,
But when you need reassurance
I’ll be full of soothing words.

Yes I am jealous,
But you will never find someone
More loyal than me.

Yes I am possessive,
But you will never find someone
That values you like I do.

Yes I have flaws, I am human. Please don’t fault me for loving the way I do.
Seema Nov 2017

Inside my head
Millions of threads
Collide in a mess

Inside my heart
In various parts
Stuck, are broken pieces of your art
*
Such possessivness you have
To no one you abide nor you serve
On my left wrist and palm
Are scars by your harm
On my right wrist and palm
You wrote with calm
Your name with a knife point
So much pain at my wrist joint
That you held so tight
My teary eyes closing in bright
You enjoying with delight
The blood on my wrist slowly flows
While carving slicing like claws
You seem fine not knowing I am dying
Left me for a while to rest
Your tattoo came out the best
In few hours you came back
To see the blood on my wrist and neck
You cried out calling my name
You didn't realise, what a shame!
You cut my wrist like I was a pest
In a dark corner, you left my body to rest...


©sim
Fictional write.
Lynx Nov 2017
More.
I need more.
You say I'm insatiable,
But I just can't help my hunger.
More.
Give it all to me.
I want the whole world.
But my world is only you.
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