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Kem-Ann Sep 2017
One day our stars will collide
Hearts will combine
Souls will soon intertwine

I'll be the reason why you no longer hold back
and you'll be to mine

You'll have me as your match,
will give you eyes that shine

I'd be the moon,
illuminates you every single night

You'd be the home,
considers to have in every sight

I'd be the only voice you want to hear
the only soul you don't want to share

You'll be the why behind these happy eyes
I'll be the answer why you no longer hear the word goodbye

Our hearts will soon meet
Destiny will give us time to greet

Your passion will hug mine
the way our heart beats in rhyme

Someday these two different worlds
will soon be one
So please be patient if both souls have not yet
been seen together around

Like how fate tells us to believe in impossibles
do allow yourself for I'll allow mine, too

but as for now, let's continue giving every piece of our hearts
and let time crossed each of our paths

-kem ann
One day, Someday, time will come, we both find each others arms
Pagan Paul Aug 2017
I have a way with words
that is why you took me home
that is why you cooked me breakfast
that is why you asked me back.

I have a way with words
that is why you are there
that is why you hold me tight
that is why you never judge me.

I have a way with words
that is why you stay around
that is why you laugh at my jokes
that is why you miss me.

I have a way with words
my only regret is...
...you will never get to hear them.

© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
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Old Poem
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Pagan Paul May 2017
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Would you like to take a look
in the covers of my little black book?
Would you like to see if you are there,
and if not, would you really care?

Would you like to scan the pages
of my lovers through the ages?
Would you seek to find your name,
and if not, should I be ashamed?

Would you like to read the index,
and see what my preference reflects?
Would you like to peek and find
the comments I write, and of what kind?

I am sorry but you will never see
the yellowed pages of my history.
It's best that what will be, will be.
My book retired when you chose me.

© Pagan Paul (24/05/17)
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Pagan Paul May 2017
Poet I may be, and rather gallant
but my tongue has another talent.
An ability only special ones know,
a secret skill I hardly show.

So here it is for your delight,
just the once, this very night.
Come my Dear! Let us walk
whilst I knot your cherry stalk.

© Pagan Paul (08/12/2016)
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Well someone has to put the verse into perverse :)
PPx
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freya c May 2017
i am happy in my dreams with you
but dreams are not real-

    i am happy
    or at least i try to be.

i am happy when you comfort me
though i wish that-

    maybe the next time
     i drown, you'll be
around to touch me-

i am happy because i am your friend
    and that our bond transcends
        fragility: the mortal carcass of it all-

    i am happy
    or at least you soothe the pain.

i am happy in this safe little nook in my brain-
and heart, maybe-

where there is nothing
but you and i and
warmth-

      i am happy in my dreams with you
                                                  but dreams are            
                                          
                            simply
                                                          ­        a figment
                                                   
                                              of illusion
Pagan Paul Apr 2017
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She bestowed upon me her lacy favour,
     tying it about my lance,
     so my fortitude should not waver,
     and doubt lead me a merry dance.

She crowned me with a kiss as blessing,
     sealing it to my lips,
     with grace so soft and caressing,
     like a breeze touches sailing ships.

She gave to me her most cherished gift,
     surrendering up her chastity,
     with joy I feel my spirits lift,
     at the thought of her next to me.

She anointed her wish on my beating heart,
     so gently as to sleep,
     her private desires locked deep within,
     and secrets for me to keep.


© Pagan Paul (01/08/16)
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Tamara Fraser Aug 2016
Restless days,

torturous nights.

Thinking.

Always thinking.

Click, click, click,

always clicking over in my head.

Snap to one image,

snap to the holiday you gave me,

snap to the dinners and treats,

you temptingly placed before me.


Fading hopes,

nightmares rising in the daytime.

Thinking.

Always thinking.

Click, click, click,

I confide in you what happened.

Why I’m always cold when

you reach to touch me.

Why I always patiently wait

for you to want to touch me.

Why I always wish to say

something but I hardly whisper instead.

And how it broke us.


Lasting, loving smiles,

darkening gazes and empty silences.

Thinking.

Always thinking.

Click, click, click,

I shared as much as I could.

I gave you whatever was

left over, still mine, not theirs.

You fell for me, I know you did.

Showered me with silken kisses,

steamy nights,

in all my curves

you found something beautiful.

Me on top, you

lulled me with sweet words.

I was like no other.


Fanciful dreams,

a bruised and aching reality.

Thinking.

Always thinking.

Click, click, click,

You made me want you, so badly,

because you believed I was good.

You handed me golden platters of

worth, passion;

I could finally acknowledge the shape

confidence takes.

It walked beside me.

I was foolish to place this charge in you.


Click, click, click,

Snap.

You promised you would always

be there.

You phrased such blissful melodies.

You wanted to be with me through anything.

You said that.


Why did the tide turn?

How do you go on pretending,

deceiving yourself,

when you said those exact words.

I heard you.

I heard you every night onwards.

I don’t believe you wanted to lie to me,

but you did.


You tore those stitches out,

thread by thread.

When you walked away,

leaving me turning to stone

in the freezing night air.

It whipped me, beat me and still

you didn’t look back.


Only now can I go to sleep,

knowing I don’t have to see you

imprinted

behind my eyelids.

I don’t crave you anymore.

Is it the same for you now?
Janessa Mar 2016
Will you ever know... that I always think of you

How much I want to be near you....
How does it sounds...
You, saying you love me....

How does your touch feels...
Will it gives me chills...
....or will it make me burn...

If I look into your eyes...
will it reflect my soul...
... will I see the kind of love that I long for...

What does it feels like?
To be beside you when I wake up...
tangled in your embrace,
while you breathe on my skin...

The kisses...
The taste....
Your presence...
All of it
.... just a wish .....

But still,...
it keeps the warmth inside
and reminds me of something so good...
A fantasy to keep...
listening to this track - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAMM8JVbr8g
Raingoaway Jun 2016
after school we'd sit on the bench,
some obscure opera song -
loudly playing on the neighbor's radio
and I'd laugh at your annoyed face
you said that you don't get it
and I tell you that I like it
that its calming
and you proceed to rest your head
on my shoulders, as if you'd sleep
but you never did
oh how I missed those times
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