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There are no prizes at the end
You earn them along the way
Each of us starts
And ends
At different time
There is no telling when we stop
Unless we make ourselves

They say life is a race

Along our course, we'll
Love and hate,
Learn and forget,
But most importantly,
We grow
We become who we are
And find ourselves
Many will not like what they find

They say life is a race

When we finish
What lies there after?
Will we forget the pains and sorrows?
Which we have all encountered.
Or will they linger forever on?

They say life is a race.

We are all racing towards death
From the second we are born
We are dying
This is life
And death
Because

They say life is a race.
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Kurt Kanawa
the moment you unlocked
your bra straps
was the moment you unleashed
the hounds of hell
rabid, savage,
salivating through their teeth
roaring, moaning
hungry
for you
50 shades of jesse.
Their eyes meet...
from two opposite corners of the room,
immediately recognizing,
but still familiarizing
eagerly staring
without faltering
each other' s thoughts, they are reading
yet, torn by hindrances existing...

But their hearts and minds overrule...
"forget the couples surrounding!
forget the music playing!
forget the shadows in the dance ongoing!"

Not a blink, not a wink...
eyes, seem deliberating,
steps, though measured, still move in haste,
walking,
the distance, lessening,
crossing,
nearing without knowing...
hands clasp
slowly,
tightly...
lovingly accepting...

Hearts are beating faster,
now communicating...
how could it be possible
to touch without touching?
thinking their lips, kissing,
to hug without embracing,
through their eyes,
caressing...

~~~it is time to escape~~~

Eyes still glued to each other,
face to face this moment,
here...now...
breath against breath,
lips...apart...begging...
both unaware
of their chests thumping...
arms seeking arms,
lips seeking lips...
this is the moment....
sweet, sweet surrender...
love, long withheld, to be released,
desire, has to be unleashed...


Two old lovers,
once lonely doves, now making love,
in their own passionate way,
making up for long lost times...

Two old lovers,
left with no choice but to
tread along life's beaten roads,
find comfort once again,
in each other' s warmth...
arms wouldn't dare let go,
never, never again....



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A Bayan
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Xyns
Absolutely
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Xyns
Falling for you
Was the best decision
I've ever made
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Lorraine day
The poet is the artist
Who illustrates what others feel
He paints  his words
On canvas
For the audience
To reveal
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Kurt Kanawa
now that i'm floating away
from the one i love
i find it harder to breathe
from up above

now my honey
tastes like diluted tea
and my *******
barely tingle me

now my heart
rarely thumps or skips
and i feel nothing
on these lonely lips

now my blue roses
are fading to white
and my sunrise eyes
are dying with the night

now that you're gone
i can't
i won't say a thing
i want
i need you back
and all the life
that you bring
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Aoife Teese
you said you couldn't
fall in love

did you mean
with me
or someone else?

i would like to think there's
some kind of hope
some kind of light
some kind of love
that we can share
when we are less
broken

i don't want to fix you
but maybe
i can help you
to pick up the pieces
and buy the glue
that i know will work
because i have
used it
before
to a tall boy who likes spiced ***
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
MS Lynch
It is hard to focus
when you ask me why
I love you
because there is so much
that has been touched
by God's golden fingers
and there is so much
that makes my ears ring
and there is so much
to look at it
and to hold inside
and to taste (that makes me cry)
that it all goes hazy
and all I know
when you ask why
I love you
is that
I do.
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