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  Jul 2019 Kiz
roumen
I didn't expect you to meet me.
That was not permitted.
I didn't expect you to kiss me.
That was not permitted.
I didn't expect you to love me.
That was FORBIDDEN .

I was prisoner of my shadow.
When I met you.
I was warrior of my darkness.
When I kissed you.
I was soul of your body.
When I loved you.
LOVE.
Destructive .
Confusing.
Lonely .
Love.
You.
We.
I
Kiz Jul 2019
That thorn in my side.
Painful, big, visible, obvious
No matter how much I try
I can’t seem to get rid of it.

It hangs on.
Sticking me. Breaking my skin.
Torturing me and making me bleed.
Spilling out my weakness.
I can’t get it out.

I struggle to make
my thorn smaller.
Reduce it to a rose thorn.
Still sharp, but less scary.
outshined by the rose’s beauty.

But then, when I let my guard down
the thorn gets bigger,
Stronger.
Angry that it was overlooked
By that beautiful rose.

It turns into a porcupine thorn.
Takes over. Seems to multiply
so when people see me,
all they see is my thorn.
They call me prickly,
Defining me by my thorn.
Naming me by my weakness.

I fight the thorn,
but that thorn has roots.
Hard, rigid extensions
that fight back
Trying to take root in my insides.

But I stay in the struggle,
Stay in the fight.
Reaching for the rose
Trying to banish that porcupine.

Although it’s painful,
My thorn is part of my journey
And maybe one day
It will just be part of my testimony.
  Jun 2019 Kiz
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We at the rock
Yeah that one
That big rock
Heated by sun
Beside the calming water
Nothing matters

Meet me at the rock.
Where we first met.
Where we first kissed.
Black coffee, white suger and ocean mist
Laying beside each other in the shade
Where we can just be us.
Under a shade with palms of a tree

Meet me at the rock
My mind’s favorite place to wander,
Because you’re always there
Waiting, welcoming.
Dreaming seeing.
Arms wide open
Words need not spoken

When I close my eyes
I can’t wait to dream
Because no matter the weather
Sunshine will be at the rock.

Meet me at our spot
I will listen to the waves waiting
By that spot, by that rock
By that shade, near that rock.
By that spot where we first met
Thank you Kiz for my thoughts in your poem. I think of the rock
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