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lib Nov 2017
i fear that the beauty you see in me
will fade
as soon as you see me undressed
i fear that our forever
won’t be as long as you promised
once you get a taste of my lips
and i blame myself
for not being enough for you
when in reality
i am full
and you are empty
you try and empty me
in order
to fill yourself
i beg you
please
don’t empty me
Steve Page Nov 2017
The joy of early,
the smile
of taking the moral high ground,
never giving it up
to the jonny-come-latelys.
Giving me time
to sit,
time to ruthlessly ****
with my own bare hands,
striking each minute
into submission.
Never running.
Never running late,
but standing in stillness,
letting the time on my hands
run through my fingers
and pool at my feet
as I wait here
taking my own time.
Inspired by a radio discussion on what makes some of us late and some habitually early. Adagio: slow and stately.
I have let my inbox fill,
Let my hair grow long,
And moved the cup that collected my life
That constantly ranneth over
Spilling drops to the ground
To the side temporarily
So a deeper vessel could be found.
But I'm not worried -
I'll be around.
10/30 Inktober prompt: Found
No edits allowed.
Sometimes my mind is a broken record
My thoughts stuck on repeat
I've been trying to fix it
unstick it
bring it back
to playing music
glorious symphonies
but usually it just takes time
and in that wait
I must listen
to the pain
of my yesterdays
over and over
screaming for help
and I know that that pain is over
but it is the only thing I can hear
it becomes so real
A Purple Moon Oct 2017
He stood there staring the red,
red sunset,
and the city with his ocean deep eyes.
The city, to him,
looked like the remnants.
Of an abandoned heart.
And beside, with grace,
Thames teased him, throwing
the sunlight at him.
Dressed in silk, a handsome face.
The kindest one, he stood there with grace.
Stil staring at the city.
"Where are you?", he murmured.
And a teardrop made its way down his face.
He kept staring and waited,
for Her to come.
Now the teardrop sent the sunlight back to Thames.
And thus started the "Quit playing games."
I don't know. The ending seems kinda lame. Doesn't it?
Niveda Nahta Oct 2017
As the days are late
And time passes by
I stand here by the door
Waiting to catch your eye
A year has passed
A thousand dreams
A realm of kindness
A jealous feat
My eyes flutter
to see you here
As days pass by
without the tears
Time has come
And I want it still
Till the time my heart fulfills
Consumes the love
That was left
Incomplete
All this time
I wait and fear
This time to hold you near
All the time I try and try
Waiting by the door
To catch your eyes!
The wait is over he'll be here soon.. My wait is complete and so am I!!
I've never been good with words, neither have I been with my actions;
I failed enough at times when it mattered most, just like with you;
I want to hold on, I want to - I know its worth;
the wait, there is so much for us to see and live through;
dear, would you wait for me too?
Mister J Oct 2017
As much as I want to answer all your questions
Be the only clarity amidst all the confusion
Be the light in your darkest prison
Be the guide in these difficult situations
Be the star in your unclear night sky
Be your comfort and your stronghold
Be the one who sees you regardless
Be your strength and your weakness
As much as I want to be all that

I can’t

But I have to
I want to
You need me to
I need this too

Because

I love you
I cherish you
I adore you
I yearn for you

So until I can be
All these things
You need me to be
Please wait for me
With all your heart
As I with you
Until I find the will
To say

I can
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