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ready steady
hit the clutch
i’ve got your greed
you’ve got my guts

ready steady
please me dim
please you sober
displeased again

ready steady
back and forth
know thyself
more than thy worth

ready steady
hit and touch
bruised and blue-lipped
unlove too much.
SelinaSharday Sep 19
Don't get ahead of me and write your story!

Don't go another chapter.
Thinking the mood will capture.
I'm in time standing still..
With every bit of my own appeal.
In my simple time filled maze.
My own lust craze.
A variety lost in chapter three.
You wont see my feet moving, cuz sum different I see.
Listen you stay writing mental notes
And making quotes.
Of repetitions lil mentions.
Yet I've been writing undisturbed proverbs.
While entertaining fluffy clouds in hidden suburbs.
Speaking unplainly @You
How can you
Understand me to get to
chapter 2.
And see me in chapter 3.
Tell meh you feeling Me.
Selfish..walking talking with a unheard woman.
Right now I'ma be selfish cuz there's not lots in common.
But Im avoiding confusion..
I'm made of words and proverbs emotions and quotations.
And vocals that speak of revelations.
A Queendom nation.
Bell of a heightened Resurrection.
Do I move you to deeper configuration.
Or to liquid confusion.
As a harp I'm played..
My cords play stayed.
Yet to instructions I move, frequently  gently.
Not many clearly see the harmony that guides me.
I am writer. Server..Praiser..Uplifter..Encourager.
Made to stir, seek, employ, create and confer.
A waiter..a humble soul..Qualifier..flower.
@I'm simply__H.E.R. writer.
he quickly says ready set lets go..Lifetime change making moves...The big picture, Oh let's go..
As an arrow flies throughout the sky,
it remembers its journey.
How it was
and launched.
He remembers the days where all he did was sit and think,
where he wished to be free.
Now that he is free he realizes that all is not how he dreamed.
He was heading towards a target,
one that he did not ever dream about.
He was going too fast.
All he cared for was life as it was,
but now as he flies through the sky,
breaking the air,
he realizes he wasn’t ready.
Knut Kalmund Jul 20
there she hangs
my most appealing branch
bonding with a full-grown oak tree
what a fine firm fit

she enjoyed splendid foothold
one could say
according to her blooming children
far from decay

and her healthy membrane
enveloping the sturdy stem
that no wind can shake
silently screaming

pick me, pick me!
I will pick you
as long as you promise me
one last time
that you will stay
never let go
so I can
like my head in god's bulge

as I hoist myself onto oblivion’s clasp
into the deadliest of heavens
I’m tired
when you find me
Nylee Jul 3
I haven't met people in three months or more,
But they are still capable of hurting me from far,
Distance don't matter, my heart can shatter,
It doesn't need much motivation,
It is always ready to break.
Nathalie Jun 29
There was that moment
an instant of recollection
which drew her inward
and awoke this symphony
of memories; unleashed
without prior warning

It was a time of revelation
a pause from her usual
escape;  her distractions
had no more savour and
it was time to let go
of what needed to be released

The keys to true freedom
was in her hands
and it started from one
truth; the raw indiscretions
of what had been taunting her
yet unresolved, buried within

Moment of truth,
the time was right
She was ready to see
what had always been
before her, but had not
been ready to understand
fully just yet...

Savio Fonseca Jun 18
I want to be in Love,
as long as My Heart Beats
and My Tears Cry.
Thereafter I'm ready,
to wish the World
a Goodbye.
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