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Fọlá Aug 15
I saw you over there,
Across the street.
A beautiful angel,
With a smile,
Even more pretty.

I glance your way,
I can't help it.
I trip,
I almost fall,
But its totally worth it.

You saw me looking,
Catching my gaze,
Holding it.

My heart races,
My body starts to sweat.
I look away,
Panicking.

I take a moment,
To act like I wasn't looking.
Eyes darting around,
Pretending;
Like I was looking for something.

I gather up the courage,
To look at you once again.

I turn my head to you.
And all I see,
Is an angel,
Smiling back at me.
Stephen Moore Jul 28
Nursing cracked paper backs and dusty reference works,
Softly uttered beauty,
Topped by brown bun glows in alabaster skin,
Bespectacled,
She whispers,
Quiet please.

Words slip through fingers,
Stretched,
In constrained eroticism,
A country woman in tweed.

Her passing stamp,
Over a pristine white sheet,
beckoning,
“return”.

Reading her unspoken words,
A chapter opens,
I succumb to her prose,
Love,
I suppose.
A restrained sensuality is somehow more intoxicating than something more brash. Someone who’s life is order and system, I imagine, contains the makings of collapse into blissful release.
Sharkie Jul 28
Blood
Running in the veins of every one of us
Without it, we perish.
But bleeding is bad
Never let someone know you have blood in you
Lest they faint
Remember, kid
You bleed because inside you is blood
But nobody’s looking for what’s on the inside
Organs are beautiful why do we fear them? You’re human, we all bleed. We’ve all fallen and scraped our knees. So why can so many of us not stand to look at the damage? “That’s supposed to stay on the inside, darling”
SomeOneElse Jul 22
I really want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Cause i just want to be with you

Take you out on a date
And stay out really late
For the chance i cannot wait
For i know it would be great
Does not matter where we go
Be it high or be it low
Be it sun or rain or snow
There's just one thing you need to know

I really want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Cause i just want to be with
Yes i just want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Just so long as I'm with you

Let me sing you something sweet
Le me write you poetry
I would be oh so happy
Just as long as you're with me
Won't you please give me a chance
Maybe go and visit France
Or even take you out to dance
Your beauty has me in a trance

I really want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Cause i just want to be with
Yes i just want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Just so long as I'm with you

Yes i just want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Just so long as I'm with you
My newest song but I don't have music for it
Fọlá Jul 12
Write a story, she said.
You have a way with words
Write about us.

The day we met.
Under the sunset.
On the water's shores.
Overlooking the ocean.

The day I saw you over there.
We caught each other looking.
Our eyes met.
I shied away.
Giggling, as I turned my head

I looked again,
And you were almost there.
Walking up to me,
With a smile on your face.

Before any words were said,
I was already, enchanted.
The trees are very nice to me
They block the sun and give me leaves
They let me climb on their limbs
So I can be free

The trees are pretty shy like me
They don’t like others among other things
They shy away from others like them
Sometimes they get along

The trees have nice crowns like me
Mine is a mess but theirs is so pretty
I tell them all the time
They don’t like to share

They shy away from each other
And keep their own crowns
Crown shyness, I say
As I feel the same
Crown shyness is a natural phenomenon in which the crowns of fully leaved trees do not touch each other, leaving channels in the canopy.
sushii Apr 24
Such symbolic sentences...I fancy them.
Situations so strange...as well as how I end them.
Simple seeking of silence...useless in its longing.
Subjugating secrets...cruel in its withdrawal.

Shall we share the shyness? There is plenty for you...
Should we show our shallow shells? We will certainly protect you.
Shall we scare the separated sons of servants? They never told you.
Should we sell selfish souls? I did not mean to punish you.

Which is just?
Maybe all of them, if you must.

Which is right?
A few of them, if it helps you sleep at night.

Where is she?
Right in your heart, I promise truthfully.



        -- Yes, I know. Eventually, there will be writing on the wall.


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             ­                                       (It is only a matter of time.)
SomeOneElse Apr 5
Trapped alone inside of me
Longing to set myself free
Wishing that I just knew how
That I could talk to you right now
But
My tongue is tied
My body stiff
Striking out another whiff
My tongue is tied
And body frozen
Wishing someday
To be chosen

Wish I knew just what to say
And how I wish this were the day
But you are so beautiful
And my shyness plentiful

My tongue is tied
My body stiff
Striking out another whiff
My tongue is tied
And body frozen
Wishing someday
To be chosen

Intimidated by your looks
Your stunning beauty has me hooked
Wish I knew just what to do
Wishing I could talk to you
But
My tongue is tied
My body stiff
Striking out another whiff
My tongue is tied
And body frozen
Wishing someday
To be chosen
But
my tongue is tied
A song I wrote while waiting to sing at the bar
Benton 254 Dec 2018
I thought of the idea I couldn't weep
I thought of the idea i couldn't sleep
Late night movies watching creep
Never been a champ at my crib
Loved her and treated her like my rib
Into the throne like a queen
Old songs i sang to my sleep
Tormented enough not for my dream
Thousand opportunities i saw them slip
Into the night the rain falls still
Thunders strikes hard
Turn up my eyes to the dark *** sky and I strain still
Did my exams at the main
Hard day for love I felt the lain
Never greed
But felt the slain
Never promised to love again
Last time caused my manners had my feeds
This ain't the old you knew
But a replica  of whats new..
late night talks
Its a rainny night and thoughts flood like roads from the heavy rain that fell heavy....
All about love and being love back...
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