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Hussein Dekmak Dec 2018
Let me be:
The makeup on your skin,
And the fragrance of your perfume.

Let me be:
The breeze that grazes your face,
And the unspoken letters on your lips.

Let me be:
Your hidden secrets,
And your full moon.

Let me be:
Your smile, your laughter, your tears,
Your wishes, and your happy dreams.

Hussein Dekmak
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newpoetica Dec 2018
i was touched.

countless times, i was touched.

in between my thin legs, i was touched.

you...

you...

you...

you... you touched me.

did it make you feel good?

to do that to an eight year old?

grandpa?

no you...

you don't deserve that title...

fred?

did it make you feel good?

why?

and was that a good enough reason?

to touch me...

your own granddaughter...

you touched in between my thin legs.

did it make you feel good?

to touch me in such a ****** way...

you touched me countless times,

i, your grandaughter, was touched.

i was touched by you.
this poem was written because of some things that happened to me when i was younger. my grandpa molested me for about 5 years and has now been convcited for it. however, i'm still stuck with a lot of pain and fears about the future and men. i was lucky to have a family who defended me and took care of me. if you are being sexually abused, i feel deeply sorry for you. don't be afraid to ask for help from someone to help. because despite it being scary, you are the only one who can put yourself back together at the end of the day <3
NN Dec 2018
look at the flowers
in the sky
marvel at its beauty
one last time

smell the roses
next to you
remember their soft caress
as you make your way through

touch your beloved
one by one
feel their skin
before you’re gone

lastly
hear the world
and say goodbye
death is imminent, my love

you stayed your while
Hussein Dekmak Dec 2018
To be touched by love:
Is to feel a Tsunami of joy running through your artery,
To be able to see the light through your wounds and suffering!

To be touched by love:
Is to live on the lips of bliss and happiness,
And let your soul encompass the beauty of your surroundings.

To be touched by love:
Is to have yourself drawn to befriend your underprivileged neighbors, be Inspired to start a conversation, soothe their pain
And show them the way to a new dawn of hope and ingenuity.

To be touched by love:
Is to be able to merge with every creation of this universe, to
Become one by speaking their languages, listening to their prayers, and Sharing their pains.


Hussein Dekmak
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E Dec 2018
Feel the heat, when our eyes meet across the room, sending thrills through our bodies.
Feel the warmth spread from me into you, pulling us together, making us breathe as one.
Our breaths are shallow, our hearts beat fast, we feel every place we touch, and are painfully aware of anywhere we don't.
pri Dec 2018
your name on my lips,
a whisper in the night
-ten thousand enunciations,
do you even know my name?
what’s my name?

they fall like rain
white and pink and red and blue,
fluttering wings, little butterflies
you call them pretty,
as they cascade to the floor,
little whirlwinds,
tiny storms.

roses, roses,
they all fall down,
pick up my petals
i’ll be ashes in the ground.

in my dreams,
you twirl me around,
soft hands in my hair,
eyes on mine,
golden mornings and moonlit nights.

each morning, morning i wake in your arms,
every night we’re under the garden’s bridges,
a soft waltz,
for softer caresses,
and yet the petals fall all around.

roses, roses,
they all fall down,
pick up my petals
i’ll be ashes in the ground.

i don’t dream anymore,
all my days i lay in the sunlight
-dreams of mornings fill my head,
as i grasp rose petals,
strewn like dreams all around.

summer turns to winter,
spring won’t come for me,
the last spring i’ll ever know,
there are rose petals on top of me and i’m six feet below.  

roses, roses,
they all fell down,
you didn’t pick up my petals
so now i’m ashes in the ground.
(song)
Luna Jay Dec 2018
A love like the wind-
Not seen,
Felt.
A heart that you mend-
I gleam,
Melt.
You sew the seam.
So now I carry with me
These things unseen.
My secret-
Stealth.
Luna Dec 2018
Every night I start to write,
To simply fill these rows with words
That I want to tell you.


The only thing I desperately want you to know is that your touch is calming the chaos from my veins.

That your touch calm the thunders from my thoughts and the hurricane from my body.

That your touch could warm my entire  body on a December day.

That your touch is all that I need to survive.

That your touch makes me understand that I’ve got to let go.
Cause I don’t know how to touch you,
And I don’t know how to adore you,
I don’t know how to be with you, without hurting both of us,
Without hurting your touch.

I just want you to know that someday I would want  to feel your fingers on my lips, on my hips, or simply on my skin.
I just want you to know how much I love you, enough to let you, and your touch, go.
Another poem about him.
Thank you for your touch.
Madison Greene Dec 2018
you touch me and the cracks in my lips bleed I bite them so hard
no one has ever been this close
your fingers draw circles on the back of my legs
you kiss every part of me I say I'd like to change
then your lips drip honey on all of my wounds
(the same ones he used to call a burden)
Annie Dec 2018
I am drawn to you;
a body to press against my own.
I know it’ll fit
wonderfully
into every curve and crevice.
6/12/18
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