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Miranda Mar 2017
I want to learn your secrets;
hear the things you've never told;
reach inside and **** your mind,
burn the things that make you cold.

I wish to know your dreams,
those that keep you awake;
peak inside and try to find
a way to give your worrisome mind a break.

I need to know your sins,
the ones you're ashamed to speak;
hold your hand, comfort them away,
reassure you that they don't make you weak.

I hope to know what haunts you
in the silence of your days,
do you think of me, do you think of her?
What words do you wish you could unsay?

I yearn to know your desires,
fetishes that make you tick;
grasp your heart, feel your skin,
discover the way our bodies click.

I crave to love your soul
in all the ways a person could;
hold your fears, kiss your tears,
adore you the way a lover should.
Dawn of Lighten Feb 2017
The heavens stood in blue,
Just as water mirrors it's hue,
And ocean dawn reflects the sky anew.

Time and stars light the darken space,
As if catching illumination with our pace,
But hands reach out to finish the race.

Race without a face in the life of maze,
Remembering the face upon your gaze,
A sincere warm smile that would haze.

Heart's tug of war,
The unspoken lore,
And it's forgotten core.

Yearning for two voices to weld
In solidarity beats would of held,
And united minds would meld.

The one way ticket always looking back,
But struggles to find the words to pack,
And in honest words it seems to lack.

Trying to piece every sense
Why miss your presence,
Trying to understand your essence.

Hands stretched,
Mind etched,
I seek only upon thee.
Wanting is a desire,
But desire is unwanting,
The truth of unrequited.
Ruman Hafsa Jan 2017
"What is that you wanted to tell me?"
Everything that she mused to utter,
Appeared to dwindle away
Failing to convey, trying to cover it she emitted a mutter

(flashback)
"Oh! Why can't I convey it?"
The room echoed by her repeated query
While she stared at her tired reflection
Only the seized silver image can hearken her clearly


In fright of loosing someone;
The people who are her life's vital part
Failing to convey her love to them;
To the people who are the beat of her heart

But now, plucking some grit;
She desired to convey it all
"Uh...I uh... It was th...that"* she stuttered
"Nothing much, how are you?" she finally call.

**© by Ruman Hafsa
Everybody mused that she was lively, always happy, and extremely naughty girl who would make anyone laugh or tease them. Least did they know that she was cool from exterior & highly emotional inside...an introvert.
Haley Lorish Sep 2016
You smell like rain
In you love is born again
Only fiercer this time
Deeper and faster I fall
You are a fortress
And I am a stall

A sweet musty rain
Yet my heart still feels
A bit of strain
The higher I get
The quicker I think
When will you finally
Just let me sink

when you walk to the beach
All my favorite things
You feel like home
And taste like dreams
But I'm filled with fear
Could it be our end is near

On that wooden walkway
You have my heart
Take all my love
Every last part
My soul yearns yours
Connected at best
Feel it in my burning chest
Fuel my fire and reach
My desires, I've forgotten
How Amazing this could be

you pass those green plants  
Your love, a breath of fresh air
But only after drowning
Do I find it unfair you
Filled my world with despair
But I can't turn away because
For now you smell like rain
A sweet musty rain
when you walk to the beach
On that wooden pathway
You pass those green plants
Grin to squint on Sol's own cozy splendor,
Woe to know thee shan't embrace her.
I have a gay friend who I love very much, but I'm not gay, so I can't be romantic with him, despite my desire to. So I wrote a poem about appreciation. About sipping life in, no matter how thirsty.
Gaius Normanyo Aug 2016
To miss your smile is amazing.

To miss your face is beautiful.

To miss the unmistakable feeling of your pulse as our hands intertwine...

And to feel it even when we let go?

Bliss.
12:41 AM, 8/9/16
Rachel Hanna Aug 2016
i love the way O
makes my lips
grow apart and
yearn each
and other-
but i fear the way
E
makes me sneer and
fear;
and
i lust after the L
which makes my tongue
explore through
hell.
Rae Anne Aug 2016
My soul is awashed
Not by the light of the moon
*But by the darkness
Justin S Wampler Aug 2016
The full moon shines
through the canopy,
and she lets out a sigh
as the blue beams of light
wash everything under
the lost midnight sky.

A soft din in the forest
echoes with a chorus
of chirping crickets
and howling locusts
as she stretches out
atop fallen foliage.

Love flows as a river
through souls grown
ever thinner
and cleans us both
with liquid quicksilver,
in the forest tonight.
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