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Annie Mar 2019
Fly
With the closed door
behind me
in my back
I feel like before
like the last time

He calls silently
with the hand for me
and offers the place

on the bed

I feel every step
and I sit down
As I did
before knowing
what comes the next up
And as he touchs me
looking in my eyes
he whispers to me

‘don’t you fight’

and again I fly
far away
to another place
kyle Shirley Sep 2015
The light beams down from the heavens, but they do not shine there grace on me.
Shackled by the mistakes iv made, careless in the dark, so I can be punished with never seeing the light again.
I miss her
I miss what I once was.
I was unfaithful
A lier
A cheater.
Who would dare want a broken man knowing the truth like that.
Im  foolish to think I had any chance, or hope..
Shes too perfect for me, not her beauty, no. Her soul when it touchs mine.
We danced, and sang in the car.
We played in a shopping market.
Kids finally living a happy life smiling and joyfully loving.
Then...
I bow my head, darkness gathers, a grave mistake takes place again and a again.
Now iv told her, I accept my paradise lost.
Batool Sep 2016
love is a strange emotion,
it blesses the soul with wings..
giving it the right to fly free in the vastness of mid-night sky
while it keeps the heart prisoner ...
it touchs the soul like
September breeze caresses
the dew touched flowers
while setting heart ablaze !!
Poetress2 Sep 2019
I do not wish,
to ever be touched;
For the pain
spills out,
it's simply too much.
-
Touches make me feel,
***** and confused;
Since I was but a child,
of maybe one or two.
-
They robbed me of my innosence,
they robbed me of my youth;
In the dark of the night,
in my dingy little
room.
-
The nightmares unfolded,
until I was nine;
They invaded my privacy,
stole a chunk of my life.
Jessica Hudgins Sep 2014
"How do you cut?"
You know when you were little and you ate those pop rocks, and you'd place them all at once on your tounge.
That feeling whe they go down your throat, it hurts but you love it. The tingling deep down , seconds later it was gone?

When the cold razor touchs my pale warm wrist and thighs, I feel it pericing my skin. First you'll tear but as soon as the razor goes deeper the pain will drift as the blood slowly rushed out. You'll clean up and you'll walk back out and smile like it never ever happened.
Like the tingling its all over after a few
Annamaria Gagno Dec 2012
Feeling the sorrows of myself
to why
I don't really know
answer
is within myself to find
no one really knows
why we feel
the sorrows that touchs us
in many ways
to understand the moods we get into
we long for something
someting that we are missing
memories become us
in reality it shows us
to why
we hang ourselves so long

what are we searching for
a balance life
maybe
or
not

feeling the sorrows
of my own thougths to be in away
moods
are sorrows
trying to understand them
is question we all don't understand

I know who I am
sorrows I hate is knowing what people
hating the fact of life
life is many sorrows
to them all
finding a place of comfort and warmth
what happen to it all
I was the same

lost and confuse
nothing seem to work in the past
I walk silent in my mind
yet I question many things
I word into my mind
before saying it to anyone else

life is a sorrows
to all who live with many different
pies of depress
comes in many forums not just the fact or the issue
it's real out there
nothing would work
can't get rid of the pain of confusing
through our sorrows
in the way
we cannot express ourselves
deeply
within us
just the fault that creeps upon at times
yet

we hold on
to our own strength by doing things we like to do
focusing on others
who feel the same

feeling the sorrows to myself
and to others
who aren't alone
in the world
we see or seek out there
sorrows
to who we are
real within our own ways
Nancy E Tracy Jul 2018
103 Degrees

The sun dropped fast behind the trees
And cooled the squirrels, the birds, the bees....
And me

And soon enough the shade where I, at peace, reside
An audience to nature's Summer Night
A performance, in perfect harmony
A witness to a magical delight
A concert that touchs where the soul abides


July 17, 2018
6:30 PM
i
ain't me
is she her
are
we







when she touches me
?














...
..
.
Annie Jan 2019
shadows raise inside the heart
of hungry childs with ceasing guard
hope and strength turns into hate
until all their faith will break and fade

spirits whisper and ensnare
a boy that´s weak and unaware
and his mind turns cruel and foul
as he touchs an alien soul

then shades will grow
under his feet
rawling down the empty street
to the children, to the old
those who cannot ward the cold

and slowly, weakness raise to might
as childrens shadows steal a life
humanity gives way and fades
for every soul he steals and raze
Rima Sahamandal Aug 2017
I can see you,
When the aurora let the dews shine,
Dispenses the elegance and charm divine,
And also while I go for a holy shrine,
And can see you in my bottle of wine..

I can hear you,
While careless wind blows, frantic and free,
And amidst the harmonical murmurs of the tree,
And those agile waves of the sea,
Whispers in my ear the voice of thee.

I meet with you,
When traumatized, agonized I sob lonely,
And condemning the play of my ruthless fate,
Frustrated, I puff a cigar and release the smoke,
Which always conspires to take your portrait.

I can smell you,
When the drops of rain wet the ground,
And lingers your essence, distinct and profound,
And in gardern delicate flowers of bright hue,
Forgets their smell & casts the perfume of you.

I can have your touch,
While the mild & charming evening breeze,
Touches my skin and makes me seized,
Or at dawn while aurora touchs my face,
Medicates my scars and like you embrace.

You left me alone, and make my world sober,
Didn't thought of me, and returned never,
But when I intend a new life to find,
This intriguing nature always makes me remind,
About you..
Rember the sounds,the sights,our laughter
The joy that rushed us and filled our evey being
the pulsating beat of an excelerating moment
the thumbing of our hearts to the waves of the music
our touchs and our glances and our disires
the satifaction of a gentle brush of skin and plastic
melting in you,energizing you,flowing through your body
the washed-out,blurred faces emulating heat
the soothing flashes of colorful light swirling in mid air, fading and reviving
with a gaint dark mass underneath and in it,
moving and sawying in sync, as if it's one intity,yet it's many individuals,faceless and pure
the smell of over heated,moist bodies glowing in the light
so sweet and alluring and sureal,overdriving our senses
mixing them together into euphoria,into exstacy,flowing into our veins,tingling
then it's gone, all in one moment,
your alone,your scared,your not one intity but one person
reasoning flys back to you,reality lingering in
memories and regrets and lies and happiness sink slowly into your brain filling you with emotions
you recall your last moments of exstacy
then walk away
leaving everything in a shattered mess,not bothering to fix or face it
taking one moment,one piece, from thousands and your gone...it's gone
Aseel Jul 2020
Smiles
That hide the hell behind
Tears
That I don’t cry but I scream
Touchs
That I deeply feel but
They’re worst than papercuts

Silence
Peace
Faheem Sep 2018
I
wish
the atoms
of wind
which
touchs my skin
was once travelled
through your lungs

I
wish
the drops
of water
Which
i made my tea
was once your
tear of joy

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