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My thoughts are on a merry go round,
churning my mind in perpetual cycles
till it has been named chaos.

A certain memory rings in my ear,
deafening out the world;
as it climbs and slithers down my spine
echoing through the hollow shell I've become.
Ashley Kaye Jul 20
when you leaned to take my breath
out from under me
i almost say no but
Your eyes are very blue
Your hair very blonde
and I have the feeling
you would call me beautiful

i go to
highlight the sharpest bones
in my face
color my cheeks,
eyelids
ebony eyelids
**** caked kisses
speak volumized volumes

If it were just as simple
to grow a spine
July 19, 2019
btp May 27
I want me to be yours
I want you to be mine
I'd run on all fours
With a chill down my spine
I'd knock down all doors
And show you my rhymes

I'd like you to feel free
I'd like you to like me

Be mine, even just for a day
Follow me no matter how far we stray
Stroke your hair, stars gaze
Feel your body, hearts ablaze

Be mine, just for a week
Together on each path we seek
Be there for the goods
And be there for the bads
Be there for every memory we share

Be mine, just for a while
Because time is now showing its smile
Come with me while the sun bleeds
Following the unspoken creeds
Come with me into the scorching sun
Burning our hearts while we run

I'd like you to like me
I'd like you to feel free
Glory Apr 29
She
It’s like having a twin, who’s existence makes other people uncomfortable
Like before I was born, only I was in the ultrasound
And no one was prepared for her when she followed me into the world
It’s like having a shadow that does not just stretch out behind me
But instead she has attached herself to my back,
It’s like she has hooked her fingers over the edges of my ribcage
Her head is resting on the start of my spine
Her heels are digging into my thighs
People ask why I let her hang around
As if I have a choice
It’s like everyone is waiting for me to admit that I want her
It’s like they are all expecting me to secretly bend so she can climb on
I don’t
They think I like it when I want to laugh but hers is what they hear
I don’t.
They think I choose the days when she is with me, telling me the words to say
I don’t.
They think that when I wake up, she is something I put on
Like a favourite t-shirt or a sad song
She’s not
She is with me when I wake up
She is with me when I sleep
She is with me when I take my clothes off
She is like a second skin that I can’t shed

Don’t ask me to leave her behind
Because it is not my decision
I cannot control her hold on me
It is her who is pulling the strings

It’s like having a side of me that no one wants to know
As if they don’t already know her
She is me when I can’t help being down
She is me when I can hardly whisper a sound
She is me when I laugh the hardest
She is me when I am missed
She is me no matter your belief
And maybe one day she will walk away
But until then,
She is me.
A second without her feels like an eternity in Heaven
George Krokos Mar 19
I am prospecting for love in the chamber of the heart
and if love is to be found there I'll have done my part.
How deep will I have to go depends on that ground
in which buried is a love so many say is to be found.

How can I be sure when it's so dark and cold in there
without any light or warmth to see or feel seems bare.
I'll have to strike at any dying embers of love for You
that I carry with me always which once felt to be true.

Time and neglect should've extinguished them by now
but it seems they're still smouldering inside somehow.
With the fuel of desire awakened thinking of You again
those flames of love may rise and glow once more then.

The gold nugget of Your love is to be found in the heart
one has to look deeply in there and make a sincere start.
There's no real way of telling just how far one has to go
'till the light and warmth of Your love is experienced so.

Sensations rise up within along the spine to one's crown
where a light appears to the inner gaze fixed in that town
of the space between the two eyes in one's mind where
darkness is usually seen but now gets dispersed in there.
_______
Written early in 2018. A mystical and spiritual expression of a journey in a poem.
Johnny walker Feb 15
I forgot to remember to forget all the bad days In my life like when abused as a kid at the hands of my mother beaten with a wooden brush

I forgot to remember to forget the days I was sexually abused by own brother even though my parents knew they aloud It to happen

I forgot to remember forget all the days that I suffered haunting memories of *** abuse and beating I suffered at the hands of my
mother
Memories of abuse suffered as a child 60 years on they still haunt me send a shiver down my spine
KHY Jan 22
Unraveling the mystery in her spine
Knots all throughout time
I break it in;
I cave my mark,
I show her how I like to start
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