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Walking yet stagnant
Humble yet arrogant
Living but with regret
is your life really that set
Allow us to query

Is the womb really that scary?
Where is the world concerned?
Beginning feels less fearful, when you're holding my hand
When the world sees an outsider, you hold me, you understand
I thank the stars we made it thus far; this victory feels earned

Jokes are a hole that the truth seeps through...
Lies are a delicate poison
You choose transparency and remain true
Yet the world left you unchosen
Small loses that I'm sure burned
Looking for something that we all yearn
A sweet release from war by a soldier
Be the soldier your killer or savior, you'll be free from anguish
Looking back at it, do you feel like you earned your wish

I see your hazel eyes, swimming in a brown sea
I gaze at your chocolate skin, wishing I could be
Just a centimeter of who you are, and see how far
I could make it in your shoes, and choose you all over
Again, and again

Wanting what's within that comb is a dangerous venture
Bees’ stings, honey badgers and insurmountable height .... tasks only found on a dangerous endeavor
Yet....I can't make it as for as you did.... tasting you, which is too sweet and dangerous for most, makes me feel like a Cheater in nature
Allowed to be yourself you let me, a soldier, drink the sweet honey guarded by the bees
Unworthy
ill experienced
but you’re my thrill, you gave me my fill

A future hope for a better present
But there couldn't be a better present than you
Granting a wish only few could dream of...
Being better than those before and after
A poem mostly written by the man of the hour, he truly suprised me taking the role the long parts of the poetry in this duet.
The world scurries for the latest trends
What feels good in your hand, what easily bends
But few see the beauty in the stubborn and the learnt
Where pleasure is never bought, Its earned
what we call love, a rare gift for 2

I’d never call myself willing to stand against the elite
But it is a blessing, to stand on my  feet
To know your eyes would drown lesser souls
I wish to always be your support, to make you a goal
Such a rare commodity  isnt seen until its gone to shore

It is not bragging, where few are blinded to your beauty
My heart is mapping, all the locations it discovered in this city
Things I’d have never done, times I never saw the sun
Set on my issues, or rise on feelings, how fun
This road has been, teardrops clear my eyes to admire you generously


The orange, pink and red, remind me, as I lay in bed
I was deranged, sinking, almost dead where your absence was
Before you said hello, before what I said
when we saw destiny, in the galaxy we call eyes, thus today
I can rejoice knowing, as lost as I was I found the right way

Like the ps2, I float in the space, cubes around me
I float aimlessly, till your planet caught me
I opened, and saw the beauty of your hue
And my heart knew It had to be you
To take many of my firsts, turn my best from their worsts

Nothing I’ve done, is reminiscent of your soul
Never in FIFA did a goal matter
Never in dragon ball, did a fight leave me better
Never did a concert leave me speechless
Like the day I fell in love with you

The song I always searched for
The taste I never experienced
The feeling I never searched for
The soulmate I never knew existed
A story I incorporated from both our histories with games and nostalgia
1 life where I never got to know your name
where life went on the same
but everything felt meaningless
Where your presence was lacking

2 where I roam this world, is it flat? Round?
Does it matter if you were never found?
Everyone seems off, nothing makes sense
Everything around me leaves me in suspense

3 Where I was a made man, wealthy and healthy
But I sit alone in my penthouse
My only companion is in the wall a mouse
So better of that without you I fell lesser than

4 where we passed each other, I say hi
where you didn’t care I was Bi
Yet we never made eye contact
You never kept in touch
a friend, yet that’s where it ended

5 I meet you at the cinema, you spilled my popcorn
6 where you were male and I the feme fatale
7 where I cried like hail, where milo was never born

8 where we made it, and we kissed under the sun
But 9, definitively, is where we met
No matter how it went about, we got the true ending
Where you are my Bun, you’re fine, we’re set

To the 9th life, where alternates failed to complete
A future we grab with both hands
To demons we’ll defeat, to quirks the world will never understand
To the 9th try, where we defied fate
Same story as last time, he really likes being called "Nine" so I interpreted 9 what if scenarios for them.
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JD
mutual affection
between people stronger
than
acquaintances

that’s what they call
the definition of friendship

but for me
that meaning
lies

in the shimmer of their eyes
whenever they are smiling

in helping each other out
when they are crying

my friends
are my family
are everything
I die for

my friends
like my family
are everything
I strive for
Adults, seems to get it wrong least about Christmas.
Many very aware Christ is the key to the season.
But to a child the joy of smiling about receiving gifts just what they been told.

Jesus, not worry about sharing that day.
It seems to be the grownups
Who seems steam?

But forget about seeing a child face with a gleam.
After all Christ birth was miraculous.
Like after three days he rose for all of us.

So, let the joy of the world be about Christ.
And the gift of love he bestowed in all of us.

Because Jesus not worry about sharing.
It's just the adults that do the most complaining.
If a man cry?
If you his woman comfort him?
The strongest of them do shed tears.

Sure, others put up a front of pretense.
But there's nothing weak about shedding tears.
Could be over a child.
Could be over a spouse or a parent.
Or whatever circumstances.

If a man cry?
Comfort him.
For memories brings pain to your eyes.
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Mikey
ive always told myself "i can do this on my own."
i can draw the blade and pierce it through the ones in my way.
i can watch their blood pool beneath my feet, and feel no remorse.

but my hands are stained crimson and there are tears in my eyes.
my hands search, not for a blade but, for you.

i do not want to stain your clothes with my past,
but i need you like the air i breathe.

i cannot fight alone.
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