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By Imran Ahmed

The Scent Of Her Sweat
Intoxicates Me
Pulling Me Into Her World
I Forget To Live
Lost In The Warmth Of Her Essence
Breathing Her In
Droplets Of Her Nectar Glisten
Tracing Desire Upon Her Soft Skin
They ****** My Soul
Whispering Secrets
Only She Can Awaken
My Heart
Follows Her Rhythm
Drawn To The Music Of Her Pulse
I Long To Taste
HER LIPS
To Drink The Sweetness Of Her Breath
To Dissolve Into Her
Where Boundaries Blur
And
I Cease To Be
Nostalgia Feb 14
The praise of death was a selfish desire.
You know this.
Yet the prayer comes every morning and night.
But, with no avail does your wish come.
So be it,
and let the desire eat you whole.
Juliana Feb 4
And how will i feel when you leave in three months
Perhaps to another town, state, country even
I wouldn’t know
We never talk

Its sad that ive wasted the last two years
Right next to you
But blind

Its sad that it was only a couple weeks ago
When i first saw
When i saw you walk down the hall
And thought to myself
Oh my

And its sad that i will go my whole life without ever talking to you
Without ever getting to know
Whats behind that guarded smile
Or that instagram profile

Perhaps we’ll meet a decade from now
You will see me
And you will think to yourself
Oh my

And i will finally get to know
You
Maria Feb 1
You turned up suddenly in my life.
I wasn’t expected at all.
You was so determined and daring.
You hold me tightly in whole.

You understood what to do,
What I wanted and dreamed about.
Even though you knew me a bit,
You knew what I needed just now.

And unnoticed, in a half whisper,
You appeared beside me
As the rustle of leaves, the wind sound.
I don’t know how it could be.

It’s like you are on “Replay”
All day long till it’s dark.
When the night comes and I fall asleep,
You are with me stark!
Solace Jan 17
moment of weakness, of carelessness
a scintillating sparkling spark and then--
"****!"

it all gushes out,
you poke and touch and squeeze
more. more more. addicted.
red brushstrokes in its wake, like Monet
wave the finger around to strangers!!

someone tells you to wash it off
the blood dotting the silver band, the written pages of scribbled font
not the right time, not the right person.
so they say, so they scrub with soap
--i'm taking it all back.

it stings now, doesn't it?
the shame, humiliation mixed in.
can't even twitch without the hissing pain
war veteran or loveless child
lethe, oh, lethe.

brush away the wilted petals from time to time
fine, it only hurts when you remember how
but the scar lingers--will linger.
as a teenager longs for soft eyes,
i do for you.
i loved you like
the earth loves the sun's rays whenever they burst through clouds
the boy loves the mom who hands him an extra cookie
the dreamcatcher loves the baby with sleep-coated eyes
the necklace loved the granddaughter losing it god-knows-where
the flower loved the romeo who clipped it from life
the yearbook loved all those students running and leaving
inkedsolace Dec 2024
Dragged up from these depths,
Lost in forgotten days,
Nostalgic reminiscing,
Flitting between mirages of past,
Those ancient times,
Which are set in stone,
To the
Misery-filled,
Regrettable,
Present.
Johnson Oyeniran Dec 2024
-Birthday wish


Chapter 29 was definitely not my cup of tea,

Perhaps Chapter 30 will turn out to be great for me.
Melancholy Dec 2024
Sometimes I wish that I could
Just disappear into the woods
And find a small cave
Or dig a small grave
And throw myself in, how I would

Sometimes, I don't wish; but I do
And I swear, it feels so ******* true
I go out, dig the grave,
Host a personal wake
Lie inside, close my eyes, then awake

Sometimes I wish that I could
Just do what I know that I should
What's best for me and for all,
Best for you, and the world
Me, dissappeared in a nook

Sometimes, it feels like a waste
Always brimming with hope to escape
With all I could do, all I could be,
All I could learn and feel and see
Staying still, stuck in time, stuck in place

Sometimes I wish that I could
Stop wishing and actually do
But I just sit and stare
at the clock's glaring glare
Tick-tock, as it mocks my despair

Sometimes I wish I were brave
Find the strength to step out of my way
And I think, what a shame,
Being born just to stay
the same
Day by day
Day by day
MuseumofMax Dec 2024
I went outside to look at the meteor shower

The sky was grey and foggy
The air was damp and cold

I tried to see the falling stars
But could only see the grey white sky

I wonder how many showers I’ve missed because of a stormy sky

I wonder how many falling stars I could’ve wished on
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