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There is a prison
You can never escape from

YOURSELF


10W
Soul Survivor
No matter where you go, what you do.
No matter if you ascend to the gates of heaven
Or make your bed in hell
You will always be you.
Best the be happy with who you are,
and what you've done. Hmmm?
 Sep 2014 zeineb bouhaouel
Nyx
My throat burns with words I can not say
Songs I can not sing
Poems I can not write
Stuck between chaos and love
I can not begin to spit them out
With every breath I take
I can hear them heaving up
Creeping into my language
But I swallow them down roughly
They taste of your amorous eyes
Staring at me In the dark
My poetic heart
Only tears us further
So I silently hide my grief
And while my throat tingles with
Words unsaid
I watch your smile grow
love me softly
love me sweetly
love me more
the longer you keep me

kiss me slowly
kiss me gently
cause all I know
is we were meant to be

hold me closer
hold me near
hold me dearly
whisper in my ear

tell me you love me
tell me you'll stay
tell me we'll last longer
than a simple yesterday.
you are beautiful.
you are tragically beautiful.
you are notre dame
at night.
you are the eiffel tower
amidst bombshells.
you are the house of commons
and the house of lords.
you are the lone beam
standing after Katrina.
you are the one baby sea turtle
who makes it off the beach.
you are the dark side of the moon.
you are the patch of sand
struck by lightning.
you are the remains discovered
after the plane goes down.
you're a smooth puddle in a parking lot.
you are the creaky stair
that warns of intruders.
you are all of the red skittles.
you are Job 3:14.

— The End —