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Zywa Aug 19
A kiss, naked I

stand before you, I'm not me --


I am your lover.
Novel "The PowerBook" (2000, Jeanette Winterson), chapter "SEARCH"

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 0s and 10s"
Zywa Aug 11
Darling, I don't want

to conquer you, but to be --


absorbed in your fire.
Novel "The PowerBook" (2000, Jeanette Winterson), chapter "HELP"

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 0s and 10s"
Zywa Jul 24
I was seventeen,

with all my being I longed --


to offer myself.
Letter to Antonio Cervi, June 29th, 1933, Antonia Pozzi)

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
Zywa Jul 8
A romantic kiss;

her first, so her eyes tell me --


dying passively.
Novel "De laatste kans - De geschiedenis van een liefde" ("The last chance - The history of a love", 1960, Simon Vestdijk), chapter 1-3

Collection "Inmost"
Steve Page Apr 10
Hope can hurt
all the more the longer
it stays misplaced

and as it stays,
it deteriorates,
degrades, decays,

it despairs into a fainter shade
of hopeless surrender

until, against all hope,
it leaves
hurt.
is hope the friend it purports to be?
Zywa Mar 25
As a baby, I

had a lot of fun falling --


into daddy's hands.
For Madelief dK

Collection "Ifless"
Zywa Mar 13
Let me my habits
Let me, let me inside
Give me a shelter
Give me a kiss

.....Take me
.....Protect me
.....Give me your magic
.....Give me what I need

Then I'll give you my blood
I will pump it outwards
I will blood on your belly
I will blood in your mouth

.....Danger is everywhere
.....just a blow away
.....Love is everywhere
.....just a kiss away

Happiness is elusive
The pie turns around
Happiness is elusively
nearby

.....Let me bleed
.....in your storm
.....Let me bleed
.....in your heart
Album "Let it bleed" (1969, The Rolling Stones)

Collection "BloodTrunk"
Haley Protega Feb 23
You can hear the alarm bells,
See the red flags.
You know this will ruin you,
And you walk in with eyes wide open
Nonetheless.

You try to justify it to the world,
To yourself.
It's the end of the road;
a sense of belonging, finally,
of having a purpose,
and you're tired.
So tired of wandering, searching,
Hoping.
Choking on the salt in the air, the sea an endless barren desert with no land in sight.
So when you hear the siren's call,
And you know it spells doom,
You answer it anyway.
At least it will be over.

Except it's not death you're heading towards, but not a life either,
You'd be called crazy
If there were anyone around.

You're tired, and this feels safe,
To fall sleep in a dungeon,
To drop your heavy defenses.
It's hard work keeping them up,
And you're tired.

There's no room for mistakes in chains.
Your hands can't move to sin.
You're clean, and good;
Your mind is light, free from worry
And planning.

Your eyes fall shut.
You don't dream.
23. 02. 2023.
This poem can be interpreted in a few different ways, and I wrote it with more than one meaning in mind. Choose whichever you like best, the significance is always in the mind of the reader.
xoxo,
Haley
M Solav Jan 7
The poetry of thoughts shines despite the deceit
That lies beyond the kingdom of the forgotten
For it is otherwise shackled by the extraneous resolve
To bind it to mortal forms with the cross of the sheet

And the hammer of the pen.

From this mere p*rversion one can't help but marvel
At the speed upon which we surrender to defeat
And stand ready to relinquish newfound heavens
For the sloppy aesthetics of poetry and prose

And the fate it can't but meet.

For we walk alone on the quicksand of time
And it swallows us whole before we dare speak
So breathe the fresh air before it goes stale
And let every moment be a chance to exist

For it is swaying on the edge.
Written on January 7th, 2023.


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Zywa Sep 2022
You have two arms, so

bow them nicely around me --


then it is for you.
"Kies mij. Kies mij uit de hele" ("Choose me. Choose me from the whole world population", 1992, Herman de Coninck)

Collection "Shortages"
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