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Rhianna OReilly Dec 2011
A smile recalled in every tear,
I can't get over you.
We met and were pulled, strangers but not quite.
Your light in your smile warmed my world;
your beautiful, brilliant mind shared space with mine.
Buttery brown, lovely and fiery…
Our first kiss was almost a forest fire.
Love had plans for us, and I can't let go.
Your adoration of life healed my icy soul
Your paved the unbeaten paths of love in me
Everything sweet is you, everything…
Sugar, Honey, a pretty please.
You are me, and I'm done lying to my face.
Us is every heartbeat. Dull, low, aching, yet alive.
Days crawl by as I devise my master plan
Although I may lose myself, I will fight to win
your affections back.
Everything is our dream, our secrets, sharing,
that dinner we cooked, that adventure we had downtown.
My love for you is loud, crooked and clear
It pierces my bones, fills my hollow corners.
Yes, you make me nervous— you are so great,
so much of my self.
Our trying times are locked tightly in my chest,
Reminding me of who I am supposed to be,
and from whom I must turn away.
Hope fills me, underneath this clotting. Hope unabashedly,
even when dwarfed by my aimless nomadism,
painful nostalgia,
Hope lives. I ask God, and I beg Him.
I think about us
Hannah Feb 2018
roads are like veins

tree roots

physical manifestations

of human nomadism

written chemically

into the base pairs

of our DNA.
Rezwanul Hassan Oct 2020
The views of the city are awake like a dream
The driver of the car is busy handling the steering
Passengers at the bus stop are uninterrupted
Reserved seats for female passengers are vacant
Accidents are inevitable at any time
Fingers on smartphones are now agile
People have forgotten humanity for the sake of technology
Most citizens are becoming mechanical
The brain is busy now with information on the small screen
The reins of love are now on ******* on the head
Turn around and show as you wish
A pair of eyes sinks in the middle of nowhere
That is the form of nature seen before the eyes
Seeing it today, the world looks on the small screen
Everyone will run towards perfection
Or they will swallow the imperfection
Basti is confined to the coral grass of Fakhibajhi
There are surprises waiting for surprises
Running like in the light of a lightpost
Or to burn flying insects
Creatures addicted to light
Always failing to defeat the mind
Wisdom can deceive others
The calculation of falling into one's own trap is not calculated
Marichika falls in love in the name of love
True love is out of reach
The fascination of the female body closes in the form of shadows
That seems to be enough to start a fire
Lover's love counts as love
Time understands his calculations to bring sixteen
When you look at it, the abundance of life is gone
Circumcision found all the desires of life
At the end of one another came and appeared
I don't want madness to end anymore.
The time of nomadism has been stuck
A parody called Clockwork
Tomorrow has not left the boundaries of time
He has become a passenger in the eternal journey.

— The End —