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Asma Neelam Jan 30
In darkness I wandered
frightened and scared
a smell so strong
as I inhaled
the room was wet
with pillars around
I chased to catch
the hollow sound
no matter where I
went and stand
the world it seemed
away and expand
heart it beats like
last of its breath
no one to hold me
save me from death
something strange did I see
as it came embracing me
kind eyes, warm touch
I melt and merge!
I melt and merge!
Brynn S Dec 2018
Chase me like sweet syrup
Running down my throat
Plunging into the swirling pools
Esentric flames, bursts of passion
Only in minutes do I hold your time
Clutches of eminent divine
Glory blossoms
Fawning over youth
Rise lover’s quill
Awake the beast
I’ve been having writers block, my mind has not yet been cleared.
Gabriel burnS Nov 2018
...thoughts and feelings are soulless soldiers
bleeding my blackness like ink
leading the cracks to the brim
And do they dip deep, indeed...
they come out the other side thinning
and thinning still
and thinning
and seething my fabric
as my quietness parallels the tempo of serration
the wanting of you:
to flow and embrace
my every erasure
with the renewal
the slow violent blossoming
flowing and growing
into our fragrance
Our one world
Gabriel burnS Oct 2018
I’m not broken
I’m a puzzle not to be solved
I’m a bird of…
Preying on rain…
But the clouds elude my webs
I’m the underside of an antisocial umbrella
What with the moisture-averse lovers nowadays
I shoo them off and twist my spokes
And finally I’m no longer pretending completeness for the sake of my surroundings
Because She comes clad timeless
Comes with thunder
And She tastes like all or nothing
Tanay Sengupta Sep 2018
The shifting sands obey none.
They whirl and twirl to their own will.
There is nothing that can be done.
We have already done our fill.

Tick tock, the clock goes on,
The period is coming to an end.
It is just too late to move on,
Time is really no one's friend.

It moves on its own way
Making its own path.
Turning night into day

Don't fear time
But fear its wrath.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved
You know the drill, no explanations. Read and perceive it in your own way. Happy reading!
TK Feb 2018
Internal screaming blares inside my head,

Clawing at my own skin as if it will tear,

Because at this very minute I really couldn’t care,

Drowning in thoughts of pure despair,

I am

Suffocating, in the wild mess stuck up there,
George Krokos Feb 2014
With each new day that comes along
my heart bursts out with another song
of love and longing for that which is
always calling me like an eternal ****.
'So near, yet so far' is a term often used
to describe the distance which is abused
between us and that which is our goal
and all we have to do is realise our soul.
We'll find sooner or later the Treasured Pearl
around which all of our existence does whirl.
From my unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" compiled in 1996.
Ram B Dec 2015
But stop!

Feel the warmth
It's there.
It's here.
It's floating.
It's Love.
unnamed Dec 2014
NUMB, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,
And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,
NUMB, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,
And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,
Justin Gabrielle Sep 2014
I was born into this world with eyes of ruby
these eyes that burned bright with love and rage,
the fiery all-consuming passionate threads.
To see the world in violent flashes of color
is to live in a whirl of passions.

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