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mary Mar 2019
spreading my wings out
hesistant to jump
a soft, silky voice spoke
"don't be afraid"
and in that moment i couldn't
tell the difference
between
flying and falling in love
Taylor Marion Aug 2014
Within slumber, you visit, though much more frantically than usual, but i still view you in a way where you dont bother disguising your grief.
I feel your dead-weight against my shoulder and it frightens me because i know with just one more burden, ill fall flat on my knees. Inferior emotionally like so many times before.

In this world, youre a tyrant, running around asking questions. Your uncertainty cannonballing into the ears of all my peers.
I understand and i sympathize bc i dont offer much condolence, im aware i leave you blinded behind my fear of you coming near.

All that surrounds is minor blackness amongst the finer, brighter things. Every planet within the galaxy rotating to platforms behind closed hinges.
We pick and choose our reality and physically adjust,
for a moment we receive all we ever wanted. But we just take it back everytime, letting lust gather dust.

We come back once again, and youre shaking from all the information you gathered from you trip. Another opinion, another lick.
You couldnt stand what my friends had said, all the worst of me condensed into single word answers, and the one your were awaiting was left hidden behind my tooth.

"Do you love me like i love you, or is this just another game you play?" you cried "Dont leave me in the dark, or ill just jump into it anyway."
This little carousel is spinning and you arent hesistant to leap, i watch your feet as they edge closer to the tip of your defeat. I stand motionless and speechless, but eager nonetheless. I want to tell you something but not the something you want to hear. But i guess the silence was louder than anything you could adhere.
You closed your eyes and tipped yourself and fell into the abyss, without thinking, i jumped after you. I couldnt stand not knowing where you'd land or if you'd miss.

I spring from blackout, vision ignited, and turn and see your face, your smiling with sleep still coating your eyes, desperate for the morning light and reveling in it's taste. I have to admit, its much sweeter than what i expected when you lept into the dark. Only to find our limbs entangled, certainty growing large.
trisha Jul 2019
i love you, i love you
i still think it's not enough
the world moves to it's norm
and i am still,
silent, quiet
hesistant, hopeful
but here me out in the hustle
of the noise
and in your hectic schedule
in your car ride home
in your music
that i do
i always do
- love you.
Kimberley Leiser Oct 2019
The next time we met he arranged it for the park told me I must go otherwise he will show the pics;
I was a bit hesistant from the meeting before, but felt I had very little choice in the matter at the time. Ended up meeting him we walked around the park until we could find a quiet spot where he knew where we would not get bothered. He started again by taking my top off  again and ******* on my ******* I felt uncomfortable with the idea of doing anything outside in the public at first the cold wind was making my ******* *****. He slid his hands down my ***** and was playing with it quite rough and firm with his hands. Then told me to unzip his trousers and start rubbing his **** then asked me nicely
“can you **** my **** again please”
I tried to say no again
but this time he grabbed my hair and back of my head kept pushing my head forward towards his ****

“You will do it, otherwise you know what will happen”

After ******* his **** and making him *** he ordered to swallow and was getting more angry as I kept spitting it out, the gagging sensation was making me feel sick.

But just as I was about to leave as I had enough, he switched on his nicer personality and begged me to stay with him; he wanted to have **** *** with me this time but I didn't feel so comfortable with the idea. He grabbed his **** and pushed it into my ***. I felt a huge tinge of pain; I begged him to stop as it didn't feel right He kept going to the point where I started to cry from the pain; his *** was filling me up further he told me that I belong to him now and whatever he wants to do I must do as I was his servant and he was my master. He said from now on I was his ***** and kept on calling me it and If I protested with the idea of giving him what he wanted he quickly showed me the pic he had of me before and that only made me wince  even more.
Dr Peter Lim Oct 2017
Live the day
carpe diem?
but it's a hybrid
a cross-over
a carry-forward
from yesterday
the day
and days
before yesterday

the work-in-progress
that has to be completed
and what's undone
will be in transit
in the continuum of time
for today doesn't end
with a full-stop
but with a comma
to affix itself to endless
ones to follow. Question marks
fill its pages interspersed
with semi-colons that abound-
and exclamations are not
gestures of joy or triumph
but more like lamentations
and heavy sighs-

24 hours
it makes no sense
it's a device designed
to fragment time
and moments- the day
merely holds activities
in suspense- nothing
is perfectly done

the day is but a stop-over
a page in the calendar of time
part of a song or a symphony
awaiting fine-tuning
a book that's unfinished
a hesistant poem in the making

everyone is a performer
the stage- curtain
never falls like
the end of a show  

that has to wait
but none knows
when.

— The End —