LNI 9h

Never trust an uninvited body
Lulled to sleep by rage songs.
Waiting is desire
Yearning is surrendering

Willow shade Jan 9

Let's hurt deeply each other,
then,
bind up wounds
we received
to become strong together.
Tell me
that you had been late,
So, let me oppose the fate.
...You do hate
and then disappoint me.
I am already ready
to build up a fortress
made up of the masses of stress...
I don't intend to be clever
as I am myself
more than ever.
You are my part - the missed element,
outside me
which complement
my personal deficiencies.

*Saudade -  a deep emotional state of melancholic feeling of incompleteness caused by being deprived of the presence of someone or something

"How
shall I
ever be
saved?"
the tears
that sought
an answer
gazed
towards the
moonless
light,
then,
It was
at that
moment,
when
I saw
the
star
In the
night
sky,
as if
this
star
shone
through
depths,
breathing,
alive, and
Innocent,
It caressed
my eyes
and said,
"let me
love you,
I seek the
fragility
of your
heart,
so that
I will
open as
an aching
flower for
your soul's
touch,
I stand in
benevolence
before the
moon
In your
wings,
seen only
by those
who feel
unconditionally,
you are the
special light
seen by the
wandering
eyes of
those lovers,
you see
yourself
as a fleck,
when truly,
you are
within
my hearth,
hold me
closer,
dancer
In the
dark,
the song
of rebirth
calls to
you,
your
grace
becomes
these
reflections,
the heavens
become the
touch of your
fingertips,
silken upon
the waters,
where
I am a
lone star
within the
thousand
leagues
of the
ocean
of your
heart,
I am lost
forever,
beyond
comprehension
and farther
than senses,
you are
wondrous
without
awareness
of your
rising light
shivering the
cosmos
alive,
for years,
you have
seen yourself
as unworthy,
unworthy
Is the name
of shadows
shielding
hearts from
the light
beyond,
I saw faces
glowing in
the dark,
hearts
yearning,
seeking
love,
what
they
have
sought
was
seeking
them,
listen
to me,
I will surrender
my suffering
If you uncover
the wounds,
and allow
me to see
the beauty
you hide.

Willow shade Jan 8

What an appalling yearning it is...
I feel as my spirit will tear apart my presence
to fly where at the moment it would have to be,
breaking all the chains of reality
My life is addicted to you
What a hard conflict...
What a tough task...
Like a  patient in a deathbed
I need a 'lifeogen' mask.
I had to be moving to you at the moment,
After a while, I had to be sitting waiting for peace
And you had to be coming in
With your warm greetings...

Now, life is beginning there,
Vitality is filling empty spheres
with your blissful voice and laughter
But none of those existing dumbs
can feel it
Someone is sitting face to face with you
Where once I was sitting
Haven't you still felt the difference?!
Haven't you still found out the case?!
Anyone can take my seat,
But no one can take my place...

Can I forgive myself for my selfishness?!
I am sometimes very egoist and ingrate!
You are laughing, you are happy now
and you feel great,
that is the main point.
I scold myself and evade all of my cravings
You know me - I am the soldier of fortune...
Keep your shining and just only laugh, please...

Mandi Jan 5

He came to me dressed in my most secret desires. His face unmasked the figure in all of my clandestine fantasies, his voice the delightfully sinful whisper of temptation that excites my soul, his body the only banquet that could ever truly satisfy my hunger; his entire person has become the bittersweet reason for my absolute yearning. Mind, body, soul - I want all of him, from the very first taste I have been addicted and all at once he has become essential to my survival. I crave him with such a potent need that it is unbearably all-consuming; the slightest thought of him puts my whole body on edge with an exquisitely delicious ache. And though the urges his very existence arouse in me are as wild and insatiable as he is, I have truly never been more satisfied.

Skylar Musa Dec 2017

I spread my wings
Looking left before turning the other way
This time I can make it

Jumping from the spot I perch on
Soaring across the ranges
Watching my shadow fly over the fields

Almost made it
Looking left and sighing
Once again I didn't make it

One last glance is thrown at the place I yearn for
My wings failing me as I plummet to the ground
My eyes opening only to see the familiar scenery of my room

One more failed attempt to get what I want

Dreams can leave us wondering what we want in life
Can make us ask ourselves what it is that we want
What we want to do
Hasani Dec 2017

Winter is back
she is  worst than ever
My soul cries because outside
is no option.

It's cold like my father's love
I could feel the ever presence
of loneliness, death, and the void.

Summer! My love!
Please come back to thee
for winter clutches my soul
sucking my joy dry
leaving me sad,
lonely,
depressed.

I would move to Florida
If only Brooklyn wasn't such a home
I would elope back to the tropics
If only I had known.

That there would be days like this
where I yearn a warm breeze,
Short skirts, and tight dresses,
like my first poem,

Only six months left,
as I weep,
and mourn.

Popping clouds right atop,
Inside you are. Painting
curves your language is,
Sending gentle blooming bliss.

#dream #longing

Vinyldarling Dec 2017

i hate you.
not because i have an ounce of spite in me.
i hate you because you made me miss you.
because you just had to time it so perfectly
for my lonesome, wondering soul
to want something again.

it is restless nights like these
when i stare out my window and peek through the blinds
watching as the moon hides behind the surrounding buildings
and the stars twinkle ever so slightly in the frosty atmosphere
that i feel alone.

i grew dependent on myself
and yet here i am,
writing something because you
made me
dependent on you
all
over
again.

living is hard, but loving can be impossible
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