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Do you know what is
the best part of
being with you?
To feel your warm
deep inside even
without holding your
hands.
Do you know what is
the worst part of
being with you?
To talk foolishly
about everything in
our every
convesation not
saying the word
running in my head "
I love you".
Do you know what is
the most exciting
part of being with
you?
To think same things
in the same time and
cry and laugh.
To miss you crazily
even you are here..
Do you know what is
the most painful
part of being with
you?
To share you with
many people even I
don't know
To envy childishly
everyone beside you,
talk with you.
Do you know what is
the happiest part of
being with you?
To walk with you
side by side on the
streets with the
doubtfulness of to
encounter a familiar
face
To get wet under the
rain persist of the
umbrella in my hand.
To wait for you with
a wild flower in my
hand..
To eat the same food
in the same place.
Do you what is the
most romantic part
of being with you?
to find you in every
page of books
To tell things to
the moon and stars
at nights I can't
tell you..
To find you in every
pages of book I
read, lyrics of
songs and poems.
Do you what is the
hardest part of
being with you?
To imprison my
indescribable
feelings that I felt
for the first time
into a boat in the
middle of the hope
sea cos of the fear
of losing you.
To accomplish being
friends not lovers
for years. To walk
barefoot on the
sharpest side of the
knife. Put my
eyedrops not salt on
my bleeding heart.
Do you what is the
only side affect to
be with you?
How can you know?
You were never with
me.
If you were with me
my hands would had
yours..
I wouldn't make up
my mind..
Wouldn't miss you
when you were by
me..
Wouldn't envy..
Wouldn't scare of
walking in streets..
Wouldn't get wet
under rains..
Wouldn't pour out my
problems to the moon
and stars, so drunk
in every song..
Wouldn't afraid of
losing you, would
jump from the boat
to the sea with my
bleeding feet..
And in each strike I
would scream your
name..
But you were never
with me..
YOUR MIND WAS NOT
WITH US OR YOUR
HEART
I was 21 when I met you,
You painted my heart of pale grayish blue,
I remember the night how you entirely kissed me,
Our love was the best but full of uncertainty.
Ruthless crazy things were done in a cold sinful night,
Love in our first night was never really ought to be right.
We held each other’s hand out of that darkest wood,
Shameless kisses were given though our love was one doubly brood.
I did not know how those wrongful things seem to be righteous?
Our love was confused and treacherously so vicious.
I knew you were trouble when you came in to my life,
Those mistakable glasses are so wrong and rife.
I loved you so bad and that’s an endless fact,
Your hugs of unknown are immensely not tact.
I remember that date when we had everything,
We gazed up to stars and wish of everlasting.
I loved you so true when you utter mock words,
Your verses of sweetness aren’t ever but those gory swords.
We talked about us and agreed about list of musts,
I was childishly scared to do those things up until last.
You hated me, swore me and told me that I’m immature grown up,
You texted me, cussed me and finally decided to break it up.
Next days of my life were fearfully fragile,
Love was hopeless and obviously unreal.
I knew that you never ever loved me,
I was totally stupid and was so out of the sea.
So casually cruel in the name of being in love,
Every day was a joke and secretly cried it at a silent cove.
You left me in nowhere and never showed up,
I remember how love was so vague when we broke up.
You were a trouble in me for the last 2 years,
Discovering new me was trapped in small spheres.
I really wanted to blame this to God Almighty Himself,
Have no right to be peevish because it’s one test of self.
If I only knew that things would never turn out so right,
Guess I did not give myself up in that love at first night.
Form:
FIRST LOVE
I never knew what love is till you came
Didn't know it was an attachment till we met
Miracles happen just like dreams
Love happened just like magic
Slowly, I crawled into the world of love
Quickly, I became so attached
Unexpectedly, I found the magnetic one
Emotionally, I gave my all
Primitively, I became a beneficiary
First love they call it, I'll call it my first benefit
Just like a new being, the feeling was different
I enjoyed every moment
Ignorantly, I thought it was a casual-pleasant feeling
Not till I delved into the realm of emotions
and became a participant
It never made sense till it did
I've always envied lovers but I cherished mine
What can't be yours might be yours
Only if you will try
Why so fast?
You came so sudden and left hurriedly
I wanted us to have that happy ending together
I wanted us to experience all I ever wished for
We were never meant to be together
Maybe we were just meant to have memories together
I never neglected my first love
Although I had a tender heart
And my feelings weren't strong enough
Childishly, I drove my first love away
My feelings betrayed me, my emotions disappointed
Honestly, my first love was the only one till I found another
I had two worlds in my hands
One born out of ignorance, the other out of curiosity
Wanted a different future, yet clung to the present
Only wanted to take another
and have another different feeling
I placed myself in a conflicting situation
I was the one who betrayed our feelings
The feelings were sincere yet my actions were deceitful
I became the clown on my own stage
Just like that, it ended
The ignorantly sought love was lost
My curious world attachment left me also
If only I knew what curiosity would cause
I would have stayed ignorant and enjoy my first love.
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It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're
childishly crying at the crib
We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth.
I swear we all need bibs.
Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that
mindfully should be hid.
Aren't shunned in rooms to rid, but in plain sight and
"unrightfully" out in the mid
Where ration should be; with raw emotions stand we __
boldly in its stead.
To act with restraint would've actually been noble, but
a tantrum is what we did.
"But Takers are forsakers, and giving to those fakers
can be more than givers can take"!
We are not amusement for you to play with___ but of those
you should not toy or kid.
Good riddance to you and an unhappy farewell is the one
true thing we could bid.
Hit the door; for you're neither friend nor foe, but
merely unfinished poorly formed dough.
We had good notion to be in high motion; and completely
out of rears.
What happened today was uncalled for, and the absurdity
of all my years.
I never thought that something of this sort could bring
on such bouts of tears.
Yet gracious enough it's limit draws near, as warm
thoughts do appear.
Out from the wonderful voice of cheer; and all its
other peers.
To beckon us__ bring on those smiles and lift those tight
wrinkled chins.
As this day closes and comes to an end, we can't let
gloom and sorrows win.
But be inclined to bide our time with better things
__in mind.
So Let us calm our nerves and think of all thats'
preserved __as the crackers and red wine is served.
Alas! we settled us down and had a second go round
til we uttered not a sound.
What gotten into us; must have gone stir crazy,
or completely out of our heads.
To be hooping, hollering, and galloping like horses
up here; crying at the crib.
It is crowded standing room only.Door slides shut.
I am not able to get very far from it as I
grab the nearest pole. A young man
who has a grotesque face
stands against the door as he is barely in.
Suddenly I hear no noise.
I am drawn to him.
Every fearful image that terrorizes
one's thoughts is in his face.
Every mother's nightmare threatening
the welfare of her children is in his face.
A face that has the power to evoke tears from a child
or pity from someone. Is there a someone in here?
His skull concave,large,forehead long
screams out entrapment and injustice.
His face has the power to repel.
Everyone looks away. He looks down.
His eyes are popped and move independent of each other.
What does he see?
Our eyes meet.We stare.A split second.
Then I get over it and I smile.
He quickly looks away. Or did he look away before I smiled?
He is like a cave dweller who resists light.
I do not know what to say. People do not speak on a subway.
It is bumpy,disjointed like my thoughts.
Should I say anything at all ?
Does a smile say enough?
Is this moment authentic?
Misinformed DNA, chaotic molecules dictating a life.
Eyes cast to the floor.
The car jerks and jolts us
I say"Hold on there, Buddy."
He smiles slightly and paws the pole.
The train halts.Door slides open.
Cuts the air like a razor
reminding me of the Catholic confessional ,
the nakedness of baring one's soul.
The young man gets off at Soho.
His body young and strong
His hair brown, childishly curly.
He disappears with a limp
into an unforgiving crowd.
I keep thinking that man looks at the outward appearance
but God looks at the heart
and how we wear our ugliness
on the inside.
Misinformed DNA
Chaotic molecules dictating a life.
Apathetic eyes cast to the floor.
by Barbara Aquila
From the time new born, sunlight bounces and plays, childishly on your beaming, chocolate flavored, skin,
To the time where the wind waits for you to pass, before blowing your designated, direction,
I watch you.
I do so vigilantly, so cautiously,
As the predator watches his pray,
And not a gawk less than the Shepherd does his flock.
Whenever i cast these longing eyes upon you,
I no longer see only you, except i am now showered by foreign, visions,
Visions of you and i, you and i hand in hand,
Nearing no foreseen end.
Shown to me by the ancestors of cupid,
Reassuringly, shown that you shall be mine,
After all the inevitable is forever undermined.
Before being blinded by that coco skin you wore,
A realization was born; you are my favorite everything.
Be it a thought, daydream or fantasy,
With all cliche-filled, honesty it is indeed true.
One provoking, thought forever clinging,
Evenhandedly clinging to the crests of my right brain,
"The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice"
Now it is safe to say, you are my ripened type.
Sadly though, i still let you kick dust and pass me by,
While our scents waltz in the atmosphere,
Happy as they marry and amalgamate.
But cowardly i let myself let you pass me by,
A teeth-less lion, i am,
Satisfied just by feeding these eyes.
I am a man of no kind of weakness,
That i feel you need to know,
But right now my mind is foggy,
Too misty to concatenate sensible actions or words,
So pardon me for depriving you,
Depriving you of what your knowledge is entitled to,
But as soon as i gain reception upstairs, you'll be the first to know;
I am your number one stalkler,
A.K.A "your future".
I really did like you Susan Fewster.
Even when I said, 'Well I don't like her!'
When you were absent from school that day
And your classmates made me aware
When they told me that you liked me and I blurted out,
'Well I don't like her!'
Please forgive me, I was childish,
I was shy and I really, really did care
My mouth may have blurted out those words,
But my heart said something else,
I was just embarrassed, young and stupid,
And I thought that's what
Boys were supposed to say
But I really did like you Susan Fewster
You were the modernist girl in 3B
But I was shocked and maybe a little amazed that day
When your friends said
That you actually liked me
Because there were so many other boys in the class
Good looking and full of swagger
And I sadly regret that day when I plunged teenage loves young dagger
And your 'friends' just couldn't wait to tell you
Those hurtful words I said
Each word hammering the anvil
And left ringing in my head
And after that day you tried to show,
Your dislike for me
But just before you left the school I had one last opportunity
To say the words, to put things right, but I just sat there silently,
Childishly believing that you might actually show some pity for me
And it's haunted me through the years as
I've thought about
Those cruel words I said
At such a tender age, killing love stone dead
So finally, here are the words that I truly always wanted to say,
That I really did like you Susan Fewster
You were the modernist girl in 3B
You were pretty, you were lovely
And I'm glad that you once had a moment for me.
Form:
I know what I want.
A man with words that warm me and a touch that gives me chills.
A man who challenges me intellectually, spiritually, emotionally, physically, and in ways there aren’t even words for. But who isn’t threatened to learn a thing or two from me.
A man who sees beauty in my ugliest parts.
Who knows when to throw me down in passion and when to lift me up in care.
I know what I want.
A man that relishes independence for himself and me, but aspires to the heights we can only reach together.
A man who finds me desirable enough to chase, intently. Yet who’s willing to be caught, naked and exposed.
A man who’ll surprise me, but who’s devotion is unshakably predictable.
A man who moves inside me til I tremble. And yet when he puts his arms around me, I melt.
I know what I want.
I want to care enough to fight. And be cared for enough to make up.
I want to crave a common space called “home” as much as I crave faraway and distant lands.
I want to love and be loved deeply, to depths I've not yet known. Yet enjoy life's shallow waters where fun and levity thrive.
I want a love that is loud and boisterous when it just can’t be contained, but also quiet and stirring when it needs to recharge.
I know what I want.
I want it childishly, like a toddler whose favorite toy is lost in the crack.
I want it desperately, like a drowning man wants a breath.
I want it earnestly, like a mother just wants her child to be happy.
But childish desperation, even earnestly projected does not make it so.
Still, I know what I want.
Simply knowing is a satisfaction to savor.
Just like a germinating node,
so are the childishly preened pudenda load.
Ecstasy in fluffs of dew are bestowed
as croissants for neonate are getting bold.
Silky gazelle of a nymphet endowed with
sacra enshrouded in rotund paunch.
Void of fangs and mouth befitting are the teeth
of the edifice in humanoid with no grouch.
The seed of yesterday grown into belle
with dribbling tactics like that of Pele.
Flaunting is the resolved fate
of the sacred supplements to beckon dates.
Beauty turns a bristly cave to hot zone.
Porously damaged by the bruises of intruders than ozone.
Countless are the palms that perched on bristols.
Maw sleazily sips syllabub of bullets from pistols.
The sacrosanct abode is completely looted.
Detritus is what left in meretricious package for the prudent
who services in honour of the temple,
even though he is deprived of sacred virtue.
No sooner did she coruscate
than bean cake burst into hot palm oil.
The past becomes a hunter of the present,
so once valued lifestyle turns to toy.
Seductive lustre of her face turns to squeezed monster
by the harvest of sacrilegious treats
deliquesced to sweep away the sacred grace offered
as a companion and visa to yonder.
Bedridden attire inextricably adorns the body of a raver.
Cosmetically pimped face is decked with burnt patches.
Pimps desert their client in company of debilitated beavers.
Sacred virtue that breeds grace is not found to save its owner.
ah, now it seems you cannot stand
the sight of me and all that I represent -
despicable, erratic, an unwelcome sight
as if infected with a contagious disease
that you cannot wait to run away from.
to be sure, about you I feel no differently,
honestly, my dear, I find you overrated;
crazy of me to fall for your nice exterior,
blind not to sense the hollow woman
that all along was there, fool, fool me.
isn't it funny how things turned out to be?
for at the start you thought you could not
make it without me and I felt so similarly
as we clung to each other and excluded
all others from our lives - friends, folks,
acquaintances, like no one else existed
and the world revolved just around us.
remember when the brothers sang
"like strangers that's what we are..."
and we burst out childishly giggling,
silly, that could not ever happen to us;
but now as we reach the dead-end
wouldn't you say that we laughed
rather so prematurely?
if but for a moment we loved
or at least thought we really did
and that should be quite enough;
no more squeezing for feelings
that simply are not there anymore.
smile, darling, cut out the melodrama,
simply say goodbye, no hard feelings;
it's over and after all is said and done,
it was good while it lasted, wasn't it?
you used me just as I used you.
baby, we just were not meant to be
or maybe we were...if only briefly.