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Come, let us have our fill of love
Draw closer to me, hold on tight
This is our time, never let go
Look into my eyes, and see you
The desire running through me
To have you all to myself
This is a fire to my heart
Like an arrow through my flesh
Let our emotion runs wild
Let it be untamed.
I won't yield to the temptation
Temptation of old, plaguing our love
Come, only love me dearly
Let us have our fill of love
Parin Aug 2020
Sometimes my own thoughts consume me, scare me.
I know that the wild situations I create in my untamed mind aren't real,
and yet I scare myself to death.
Its like I'm drowning myself in these poisoned waves of thoughts whose pain is spreading inch by inch all over my body,
making me ******* in agony,
making me want to rip my hair off my head.
I need to save me from myself.
Who knew you could be your own worst enemy.
Nidhi Sharan Jul 2020
I am inspired to do better, desperation sets in when I am stalled

I am inspired to be the flame, desperate when all it does is rain
I am frustrated when you don’t want me to think, desperate for the freedom to string sentences that speak volumes

I am frustrated when you box me up and put a label my existence, for I am desperately still seeking the real Me

I am frustrated when my *** determines my potential, so desperate to break the chains that define a good girl

I am frustrated when you see just my body, for I am desperate to show you that I am more than just these flesh and bones

I am frustrated when you sympathise with me , desperate for you to empathise with me instead

I am frustrated when you think when I express myself, I am hormonal,
desperate for you to know that my ****** and brain are two separate entities

Instead Inspire me, make me desperate to want to create a brand New version of me, a version that is comfortable in her skin, not frustrated because of the layers of ambiguity I have had to put on

I am not a role, We are not role-playing, I am not just an employee, your mother, sister, wife, daughter, etc

Don’t get frustrated when I challenge the status-quo, because thats when desperation sets in

For we now realize that the sky is the limit for all of us , and now we are desperate for the wings to fly

So dear friend, boss, brother, father, and husband, help me desperately fight against my daily frustrations, hear me out, guide me, but don’t think for a moment that just because I am frustrated I am desperate too.

For I know now, that I live to be one with who I am, and nothing will change that for me, now or ever, and we are all going to live happily ever after!!

For it’s really the oxygen from the frustration that has flamed my desperation to be all that I could and should have been.

Bold, brave, kind, courageous and unapologetic-ally ME!
Kairosclere Jun 2020
Her untamed words
Were the sole things
The world needed
To survive
For yet another day.
Modra Galica May 2020
Some borders can not be moved with fingers. Some borders are moved by the will, wish, struggle, everyday struggle.
Drop by drop of blood, drop by drop of sweat, drop, tear, ocean.

I no longer want to try to move them. From now on I tear them down with my bare hands, fingers scratched to the bones, I bite and rip with my teeth until I'm left alone in the wasteland.
Borders do not exist. I dig out all feelings that were hidden, pushed aside, forgotten, shoved under the rug, tamed. I pull out anger, hatred and bitterness from the depths of my soul, I release them to roam free, I open Pandora's box and let them all out to create chaos, to destroy and to hate, to rage and ravage until all that's left is one big and empty nothing, until I, myself am left empty and clear, and free.
An empty paper sheet, something that has yet to start, something that's about to become, something that breaths and sings and screams and exists, something that still just threatens to conquer the world, confident, with a carefree, rebellious grin on the face.
Something wild and indocile, something that doesn't care, something that threatens to become in spite of everything, something that doesn't care about your opinion, because it does not exist for you, it does not exist to be liked by you, it does not exist to be appropriate, to fit in, to comply, to please you.
That something doesn't need you to exist.
It exists in spite of you, in spite of the world, just for itself.
Thomas W Case Apr 2020
She had wild
eyes, like a
smelling the
freedom of the
soaked meadow.

She’s easily
caught but hard
to hold.
Under the grey
morning sky she
jumped the fence;
thunder chasing her,
nostrils flaring,
wind blowing
through her mane;
powerful legs and
hooves pounding
the muddy earth.

Her freedom has
a pulse, a rhythm;
dark like a Tom Waits song,
black like the flight
pattern of a
Matilda is always
waiting to waltz.

Life becomes
simple when you
destroy the fence
hold loosely to the
untamed heart.
Try to lasso the
sunset or dam up
the sea; catch the
wind in your
hand, or keep the
sunflower from dying,
it’s an exercise in futility.
And when you finally
get this, for one golden
moment you keep the
mad house at bay.
PhoenixTetra Feb 2020
She breathes passion
She’s a wild fire
Overflowing with untamed emotion
Magic slips from her fingertips
Creating a masterpiece with words.
angel dust Jan 2020
my breath?

billowing gusts of air

can it
even escape my lungs
when my
jackhammers so

i’m filled with nothing but

i want to be filled with nothing but

i want
your lips
your hair
your hands
your arms

i want
to explore
inches of your ******

i want to make you feel
a way
you have never
Like a pine tree
Standing firm and free
On a windy mountain top
For all to see
Such is the feel of wealth

Like a sunrise
Filling mountain skies
Causing doubts to calmly drop
And hopes to rise
Such is the feel of wealth

Like a good friend
On whom you depend
Helping untamed fears to stop
Until you mend
Such is the feel of wealth
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