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Feb 2019 Teresa Magaña

PURE BLISS

Feb 2019 Teresa Magaña

Emeka Mokeme

Heaven is surely here,
hidden within the
heart of man as love.
This is heaven
that I feel within.
Pure bliss
it is definitely.
My whole being
resonates to it.
I am grateful
for this moment
in time.
Filled with
unimaginable love,
A love that sheds
a joyous tears.
Sacred and pure,
it is here to
keep and hallow me.
A love that
forgives and forgets,
a love that
remember nothing
but just to please
and love deeply.
A love that
counts no errors,
but enfolds and
comforts you.
No guilt or deceit
can ever penetrate it.
Though sometimes painful,
it heals without a scar.
Weighed on a scale of
divine purity,
it binds the heart
with joyful tenderness
and sets it free.
This love
doesn't criticize,
it admonish
with compassion,
not confusion.
That life you
wanted so much,
is in your heart,
it will sprout to bring
glory to your soul.
Never minding what
you see or feel.
If it finds you worthy
will rest and abide
in you forever.
Cherish this
moment always
for you may never
have it back ever.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Jul 2014 Teresa Magaña

Surprising

Jul 2014 Teresa Magaña

Craig Harrison

Surprising

In a world of over 7billion people you'd be amazed by the amount of variety
but sadly most people are similar deep down
we have the same desires
hopes, dreams
most of us spend the weekends the same way
the majority of us like films
so on a large scale we are unique but on a smaller scale we are the same

In a world of over 7billion people
I would have thought more people would hold my attention, that they would surprise me
so when I do meet someone that catches me off guard
someone that is truly unique, someone that surprises me I do my best to keep them in my life
I trust them completely
and I will always be their for them.
Not many people but all my best friends started out as someone that caught my attention and surprised me.

People that surprise me, I try to keep in my life
I'm a friend to everyone but my best friends surprise me.

Jun 2014 Teresa Magaña

For Him (Again)

Jun 2014 Teresa Magaña

asg

For Him (Again)

This is my goodbye letter:

Goodbye,
   I hope to never see you face again. Not because I hate it, but because I hate the way it makes me feel. I don't like feeling confused when one shan't be confused. It does not sit well with me. There are many emotions I have come into check with but confusement is where I draw the thickest and final line. I must say I adored you, and idolized and revered you. I never saw myself beside you until you made it slightly apparent I was worth it. But that picture was never drawn, was it? It was never meant for us to be one no matter how much I yearned for it. We cannot simply be together so we must be far, far apart. So adieu, my neverwaslove, I hope I never see you again.

          Very Insincerely,
**Broken and Unsatisfied

Jun 2014 Teresa Magaña

sugarlips, tulips, dandelion necks

Jun 2014 Teresa Magaña

asg

sugarlips, tulips, dandelion necks

what's sugar taste like when you taste it on someone else's lips? does it taste sweet when you're in love? like deceit when you're in love with someone else? would it make a difference if my lips were covered with honey? sticky unconscious telling me not to press my lips too tight because the words I have tingling on my tongue are too important to be trapped behind porcelain teeth. if you're raised to always love unconditionally how does it feel to love someone who was raised not knowing what it felt like to be held? all this feeling and emotion and I wonder if this was a trap laid set for us. because how cruel is it to give us the power to feel love but not to feel loved. to only feel doubt when someone whispers sweet nothings in our ear as we lay staring at blank walls that just almost depict the walls of our hearts. could we muster up the energy to bleed ourselves onto each other...is that a normal way to express gratuity for an equal exchange of attraction? how do we show love if we can't love ourselves? if we love ourselves too much how do we find an infinitesimal amount to give away to someone who could need it desperately? are we yet sweet enough to try? so again I ask you, what's sugar taste like when you taste it on someone else's lips?

Jun 2014 Teresa Magaña

As Dawn Kisses Me

Jun 2014 Teresa Magaña

Neva Flores Varga Smith

As Dawn Kisses Me

I love the way he looks at me
every time his heart feels
the night's embrace.
And my body desires to dance for him
until morning falls
upon his face

I watch him drink each hour
from a cup of moonlight ecstasy.
While my hands touch his skin
as a breeze...........
that whispers me.

The morning finds me holding on
to a cup
of memories.
My heart drinks them in
as Dawn.....
kisses me.

Copyright @2014 - Neva Flores Smith

I found it very hard to write a poem like this when I am not in love and it is not about anyone.....but I tried.

May 2012 Teresa Magaña

Caffeinated Heart

May 2012 Teresa Magaña

Tori Barnes

Caffeinated Heart

In school they tell you that the heart is filled with blood,
I learned today this is truly not the case.
It is quite obvious my heart is filled to the brim with caffiene.

For as soon my heart was broken,
Something quite different from blood
Surged through my viens.

I'm restless, I'm energetic.
     Why did it have to be today?

I'm staring at the ceiling.
          What could I have said or done?

I'm tossing and turnng.
               How can I fix this?

I'm screaming into my pillow.
                    When did we go wrong?

I'm

hopelessly

awake.

And as much as I love my morning cup of coffee,
I'd much rather fall into a peaceful sleep
To escape this pain and set me free.

Mar 2012 Teresa Magaña

The limit does not exist

Mar 2012 Teresa Magaña

Emma

The limit does not exist

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I noticed that I look beautiful today.
I look like still sadness, or slight grief, or a breeze through eucalyptus trees.
I smell like the sea.

I feel like a storm, or like the shore freshly pummeled by waves.

My skin is peaches. My skin is rain. My eyes are rain.

I want it to rain so that I can cry and belong. The sadness never stops with talking.
I'm talking all the time now
tying myself into knots and hanging my brain to dry when the clouds die

I'd like to slap you.
If only anger could boil over and burn our eyes and make us all forget
I would callous over my burns and it wouldn't matter anymore
Layers of burnt skin

I'm like an orange, I think. I'm easy to peel
and easy to eat away piece by piece

Mar 2012 Teresa Magaña

THIS

Mar 2012 Teresa Magaña

MARCO PAEZ

THIS

This, not that, it is you
that which you are is this/that
(love)
How can you be so forgiving?
my love is the one you should take

this, then that, it was you
come to me, fire in the eyes
your lips, give to me
like this.

This, and that, its been you.
Nothing is what it should
everything is love, not this.
Not this.

This, is You.
The remainder of a time
where everything was fine
where love was that, just that/this
(love)

Mar 2012 Teresa Magaña

none

Mar 2012 Teresa Magaña

MARCO PAEZ

none

In the time that words were lost
you could have given me a kiss
an emotion bearing tight ends
an illusion in thick mist

your eyes are running away
near the end of light
in the far corner of my life
you are gone, for ever lost

Don´t leave me breathless
please stay/go away
for I can/´t live
with (out) you

kiss your eyes
never/once more