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Vivian Feb 28
The untouchable,
is who I am,
out of reach,
unable to be affected,
like the stars,
far away,
but still wished on,
hoped for
untouchable that is me,
an empty void of nothingness,
hiding who I am,
and how I feel,
careful I am,
to not get too close to the Sun,
but be close enough to sustain life

it's who I was,
never responding,
never caring,
I never said anything,
kept who I was quiet,
and distant,
but back then,
I know who I was,
I was myself,
but now,
I can't seem to remember what else is there,
besides being untouchable

it is who I always will be,
until someone brings me back,
until I can learn to trust,
to relight the fire and brush off the ashes of betrayal,
to be me again,
to be there again,
to give someone the key to my void,
and let them search the darkness for me,
let them try to find who I was,
untouchable I always will be,
until I can learn to trust again
Hussein Dekmak Dec 2018
A breathtaking creation,
So close in distance,
Yet so far away,
Millions of light years away,
Physically untouchable,
Yet fully embraceable with your heart.

Hussein Dekmak

Precious El Nov 2018
All the never-ending cries and pains
are gone now
Scars you drew into my skin
won’t fade now
Trembling feet you broke
can fully stand now
Swollen chin is up even it hurts
is being healed now
There’s no turning back
for it is the perfect time
I can finally say goodbye now
she's too fine for mortal men, not even angels should lay a hand.
as devils lust over her perfect frame and her glossy eyes, they whisper her name.
to love her is suicide, cause for her you'd **** or die, dare truth or lie.
her beauty is fatal, fierce, and faint, it's impossible to feign like dodging the rain.
only immortals can survive her face, it'll longer than eternity to outrun this race.
as her gaze gives pursuit keep your feet moving with eyes on the ground, never lifting for a peek, or else your fate will be bound.
- From Adaptations of an Imperfect Evolution
Aayasha khan Jul 2018
Life is not a fairy tale,
You don't come alive after true loves first kiss.
You stab yourself to sleep each day,
Just to get up and see your pillow soaked with broken dreams.
Tears of sadness untouchable through and through.
A million promises made due,
Of the infinite love of me and you.
We all do love, loose and learn
Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2017
I was barely even,
From Northern India,my mum's little one,
A child bride,
My husband's family rules I had to abide.
Godnas (tattoos) were mandatory for married women,
So several days after the wedding
An elderly lady came to brand me alone,
Her tool, a needle,she would heat with fire,
Burn my skin and fill with colour pigment on and on she would not tire,
No anaesthetic  to numb the pain,
No cream to heal the skin.
I had several tattoos,
Subjugated  without any ados.
Now, my daughter is a different version,
She is a rebellion,
Refused to have the tattoos done,
I supported her and she won.
Rural Indian women of certain tribes had to be tattooed. It was compulsory or they would be treated as impure.
Peninsula Oct 2016
When we've turned to past
And all our memories turn
To vicious whirlwinds
: Untouchable
Aftermaths of aftermaths of flames,
Of which we were the arsonists--
Even with our senses impaired--
I'll still come back to you.
I feel like I have to tell YOU why it is written the way it is... I have been pestered by the desire to draw. I have this series of ideas I can't put on paper yet because of all the work and studies I am juggling.
I decided to make a haiku (first 3 lines) and added a divide that acts as a bridge to connect it with the stanza (last 4 lines) that has decreasing syllables. I originally wrote it on a receipt without the punctuation and I figured I'd add them at the end ermmm for artistic purposes.
To you and for you.
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