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What is it about trees that make them so special?

Why is it that they make me have a sense of peace?

Is it because trees are really alive like us?

Or that they stand so tall, reaching towards the sky?

What do trees remind us of when we look at them?

Why do they make me smile when I look at them?

Is it because trees are really like people too?

Or that they too, seem to have no care in the world?
I had written this when I was at work, since there's a lot of trees around :)
the very second
we wake from them,
they can be so very, very
far away; the harder
we try to hold, the
cruelly quicker
seems their

the gulf left, unbridgable, enormous, peculiar
when only so brief
a moment ago it was close, familiar, a part of us.

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can a person
truly love more
than one other at
the very same time?

trying to find the answer
to that question is like
trying to remember a
dream upon waking...

though i've discovered
there is just enough room
in one person's chest for
two broken hearts.
No Other Way - Jack Johnson (cover)
kiran goswami May 12
My mother has been reminding me of things,
since I was 4,
and the school started giving homework.

She reminded me of
the notebooks I needed to take,
the drawing  I needed to make.
the exams and competitions coming,
the girl, I thought I was becoming.
The answers I needed to remember,
there are 31 August 30 September.
the handkerchief I must never forget to bring home back,
the books that needed to be kept when my bag when I used to pack.
The words 'harsh' and 'cruel' that I should never speak,
Gods and mythology all Indian and Greek.
The way I should sit and walk and behave,
the Queen's like Lakshmibai to tell me even I am brave.
The lights that needed to be turned off and to shut the doors,
to be careful while painting and not let the colours spill on the floor.

My mother still reminds me of things,
now I am 17 and school still gives homework.

she reminds me of
The lakes that a deeper than a sea,
the Queen's like Lakshmibai and Sita because that's how I want to be.
The kingdom that flourished, the kingdoms that vanished,
the dream she lost and her words that were banished.
Herself, who is  like the bank that is washed by the soft Ganga waves,
Her sandy words that grow roses and sunflowers and then dig their own Graves,
The stars that are lonely and yet together,
the places where people go to find themselves in pleasant weather.
The handkerchief that I must never forget and bring home back
the books that I need to keep in my bag when I pack.
The lights that need to be turned off and to shut the doors,
to be careful while painting and not let the colour spill on the floor.
The prayer and the love that she carries in her eyes,
the hope and the faith that she tells me, 'never die'.

My mother still reminds me of things.
Darryl M May 9
A naked kiss,
Euphony of the love birds.

Why are you shy on convos?
There are regions on you I want to reach,
But can’t make it to the door,
You keep building more stairs…

Why I enjoy calling?
I love the way she freezes over the phone
as I penetrate ideas into her ****** mind.

I’d like to pollute your mind,
Before feeling how perverted your body can get.
I’d like to keep you wet,
Before I dry you out.

What I need today,
Is a slice of you and a full dosage of your love.

Thou sweet temptation,
On your behind lies the forbidden fruit,
I shall not yield,
But I wanna take a bite.
Coz the serpent in between my legs doesn’t believe in obedience.

I just want a girl who would hold on to my chest,
Whisper in my ear,
“Let’s make out.”

Your body tells me things your mind hasn’t processed yet,
Allow me to respond back.
Best performances for the bed,
Let the click in our kisses be the applause.

I can feel your mind hallucinate on my lips as we kiss.
Listen to the sensation.
The way you open and clinch to my motion.

As soon as I touch you,
I forget we’re in the room,
Slowly learning self-control by losing myself in your body.
The only scars I see on your body,
Are my fingerprints of libido,
Labelling passion.

Whispers of two bodies longing for each other.
The halls of pleasure call our names.
Organs of desire are playing to the tune of sensuality.

Allow me into the only Eden left on Earth.

An element of art,
Like the Renaissance.
I see how you be touching your body,
I know my hands can do it better.

My teeth ain’t fancy,
My tongue ain’t fancy,
But the way they nibble,
But the way it slides,
You know,
It’s beautiful.

I want to leave your neck with the memento of my lips,
Love bites.

A kiss withheld,
Free of worry.
A naked kiss.

My heart be a violent wind hovering
around the world searching for you.
You, who are you?

We, both knowing you can be the Queen in my life,
Take pride of place in my heart.

The kiss, oh, the kiss,
Don’t remind me.
Completed: 06th August 2018 [10:43 AM]

Flows well with Aaliyah - One in A Million (dvsn Remix)
A poem always reminds you of something,
Doesn't matter what it is.
But when I show you my writings,
Give me your opinion,
Instead of telling me whatever it reminds you of.
The poems I write,
In your eyes are something I could truly never be.
But if I show you something,
The way how I feel,
Why can it never be really me?
Sometimes I lose my way.
Would you gently remind me. Where I am?
Erian Apr 23
Every song
Every beat
Every one reminds me of you
But they're never true
The more I think
The more they flood
In raging waters of blue
But I no longer
Come to recognize you
God, make summer
Reminding me of you

Let autumn, spring, and winter do it too
There is so much more to life than a glance
We feel small

Disgusted, peeved, put off to no end

life truly captures our heart
In a space of excruciating exhaustion
of, hopelessness

And then the world blinks its eyes open to hold us
Remind us, tend to us, guide us
And believe in us

Intuition arrive with a screaming

Whisper softly
caress our most intimate
with assurance


everything will be fine
when i say i love you, i am not just saying it out of habit. i am reminding you that you are my life.
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