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I S A A C Aug 2021
I wanna feel your love, your hands slicked with oil rubbing down my back

I wanna feel your lust, keep on kissing me because you can't help it
I wanna feel loved

I wanna feel like I can trust, you and your actions
too many distractions, pools of passion
take a dip into my water

go deeper, go farther
with me than anybody before

buy jewels to adorn me because you understand I am royalty

I wanna feel your love like the diamonds in my ears

I wanna feel your love as I work through my biggest fears

I wanna feel like no matter what happens you will always be near
me, to help heal me, as I do the same

we both have been scarred by pain by we continue to grow

my last was overgrown with vain, the envy ivy tried to stop my growth

no more anchors to hold me below the surface
I am breaking through, I deserve it
Scarlet McCall Aug 2021
Some say the world will end in fire;
some say in rain.
I’ve seen the world end
again and again.
I’ve heard the bell toll
and the raven talk.
I’ve walked to the end of the pier
and seen the boat crashed up on the rock.
But each time I arise,
I awake to face the dawn.
Because there’s always one more job to do,
while I whistle one more song.
Nigdaw Aug 2021
we spent three hours of my life
on a takeaway
watching a further hour
tick away on a film
bought on Netflix
that I'd half already seen
through my eyelids
an hour wasted on a book
before bed which I'll
finish reading even though
I lost interest in the plot
early on but feel obliged
to see how it turns out
then sleep, one of my few
free pleasures before alarmed
awake by Alexa who I spent
nearly a whole day on
just so I could get up
and do all this **** again
so I can afford more stuff
to fill my empty time
Today when I stood at my balcony,I saw a little bird spending time with it's family , unknowing the weaker nest would not last long

I saw a child , studying hard,
under the melting candle light

I saw a youth , not having both hands,
dancing on street , to earn his living

I saw a woman , painting on a canvas by holding the brush,
in her mouth cause of the loss of both hands

but one thing was common in all of them,
they all wore a beautiful smile of satisfaction,
which reflects their heart..
Someone else is happy with less what we have...
dreaming big isn't an issue..but it is , if not working hard for it..
Sharon Talbot Aug 2021
You sleep in a golden box, it seems,
On India patterns of rose and tangerine.
The brightening sky sends amber light
Through ecru lace and lowered blinds.
I imagine your lithe limbs stretched out
Beneath the coarse blanket you love.
Your rustic side has always shied
Away from luxury and ease.
Sometimes you even refuse to eat,
So I tempt you with a favorite repast
Things meant to break unwarranted fast.
And often, I ask you to show me
Your lean limbs and boyish length.
As you poise upon the scale
That balances youth and strength.
But at night you leave our tryst
And drive a phaeton of amethyst
To a place no longer gold,
Where you make diamonds out of coal.
Where they drain you 'til day is dawning
And batter down your soul.
Yet it seems you revive each morning
In your pretty box of gold.

July, 2021
Nigdaw Aug 2021
work robs me of my life
without paying enough
to compensate
for the crime
I wasn't made for the
nine till five
corporate passion
is not my style
I'm for the weekends
the holidays
work to live
not the other way round
I want the time back
to sit and stare
for boredom
drinking
self indulgent dreams
never fulfilled
Ryan Seth Cole Jul 2021
A man in his suffering bridaled by his toungue. A collection of thoughts that are reduced to a sum. With his fate at hand at the rolling of a thumb. His attempt at redemption is met to be shunned. He will forever be held by the passing of the moon and sun. He watches helplessly wanting to say so much but never does. He is his own prisoner. He want's to be but never does. He is the man who does not understand true love. He is the man that once was.

-RSC
Watching the world pass by and never making any real changes. Feeling like more of a spectator than having participated. About to make a move only to stop yourself.
Leaves it all to chance.
Never really caring enough.
brian odongo Jul 2021
The love that you've been praying for,
will not be always a love in bloom,
it is a love you need to take care of,
to grow more fruits and flowers soon.

The love that you've been praying for,
is like figuring out how to open a locked room.
It will be as complicated like our minds,
and undergo some phases, like the moon.

The love that you've been praying for,
will not always feel like comfort zone.
Sometimes it will be like a battlefield,
and you'll just wish to be alone.

The love that you've been praying for,
is not perfect like you thought it was.
Your prayer is granted but you have to work;
to make the love that you prayed for, last.
Nylee Jul 2021
Little by little
every shard of my work
will disappear from this world
and the time will erase
my existence
.
yet this year I celebrated my birthday
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