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Em Mar 2019
In the corrupting ideas in my mind
The ones involving you were the most sensible.
And in that incessant swing of memories
I came to the realization that we are nothing
Nothing more than a pile of ashes
Rotting away
With no hope of heaven or hell.
ggggg im bored
V liv Nov 2018
Your influence is incessant
Ubiquitous
Inescapable
"Take care of her for me"
Ringing in the ears of my loved ones
Weighing on their minds
Your Words
Your Wishes
Still streaming through the veins of my life
John Shahul Nov 2018
What avails of this sidereal year?
If not my love with me ever.

What if the flowers spread and disperse?
Even they make the earth paradise.

What though sweetest your incessant loving be?
If now you're receding from me.

What lies behind your heart to reside far?
To me it seems all, you rift through the clouds like a lone star.
Is it a gentle pride?
It’s your fallacy my beautiful bride!

Afraid of your restless youth and irresistible trait,
I am drawn so close to you; so no one can drift us apart.
My thoughts in your mind should often come across
A timeless true love in your mind brighter than luminous stars
That you never forget.

Playing hot and cold never dishearten the resolute.
Give and take in love is an enchanted gift
Never drift away from true love otherwise pain will grow in rift.

Where have you been all this while?
Your sweet incessant love beguile.

Setting moon besets, between us flitting moments
Wretchedness came upon in disappointments.
The days, the moments and the years all unfetched begone.
All this time, our feelings had never lain dormant and forlorn
There you dear staring at me willingly,
Yet looking upon your grace continually.
TheRiverStyx Oct 2018
Does it burden you to say
that you can barely measure the length of your tongue?

I wasn't here out of my own volition.
We're just literally bound by blood.

So...

Here's your free pass.
You can frolic all you'd like.
For the six quintillionth time,
Here's your pass.

It's not like most people reap what is sown.

At least I have my sanctum residing here.

I don't know what I'd do if you stepped inside.
Srishty Mittal Nov 2014
Wistful eyes.
Words yet  left unsaid.
Ink splatters.
Incomplete poems.
!0W
#love #incessant #wishful  #wistful
I know you'll find this story to be as
inexhaustibly motivating as I view your story  .
And such a motivation should be perpetuated.
Promise me that for every "battle" along your journey, that you fight relentlessly but always love incessantly.[uninterrupted!]*
-Crysha
An inscription written in a copy Hank Moodys "God  Hates Us All" bought for a  friend.

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