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Lost and Found
Lost. Lost is the feeling of uncertainty. Lost is the feeling of sadness. Lost is the feeling of doubt. Doubt leads the mind further down the rabbit hole. The scary feeling that you are falling further and further, desperate to grab onto anything. Anything that can hold you up for a minute, even a second of peace before the doubt creeps in and that branch breaks.
By Abbye Gael Black8 years ago in Poets
Existing
My simple false expectations; seemingly so close to my what I call my broken reality. Others call it Fear I call it living, having some faith that there will be a better tomorrow. Waking up to a Lilac sky has beauty in the making or is it you at that moment where those eyes meet mine I had hope, I was alive. Love Is societies way of bringing us together or is it a simple made up fantasy to make us have light in the darkness a sense of hope that happiness does exist. You, Existing, Exist, is simply why I’m here I breathe you in as a cigarette feeling you inhale and exhale my body with life. I am alive because you exist
By Maryah hudec8 years ago in Poets
Side Piece
You radiate on to me like the light on earth's surface. Our sexual energy is undeniably strong; like a red light special between two lovers in a New York City condo. Even though I know you know I have a girl, your flirtatious ways grow onto me like a spell in a mythological world.
By Malik Bryant8 years ago in Poets
Down to the Garden
And this is the kiss of death can you taste that taste , It’s a subtle taste nothing out the ordinary , It’s that sticky sweet oou wee goo wee taste you can’t get enough of , Just get a taste of your lips , And tell me what you taste , It’s on the tip of your tongue isn’t it , I bet you want to taste it again , Go ahead and do it just for the sake of it , Tasting that taste makes you want to take a sip of what ever that taste is on your lips and tongue , And you will do what ever it takes to get a sip of this , Down to the garden nectar falling off his lips , Took another sip making him wanting more until he was consumed with this sweet warm thick nectar , Coming to find out he knew he needed to take a dip in the garden to get it all , As he’s swallowed by this obis of golden sweet delicious waves of this pure honey , He gets lost in the velvet touch wrapping around his body , sinking him deeply deep deeper in , He’s become stuck in my honey trap , I come from the bees you can find me in the bee hives , Seeping from the honey combs I await for you to arrive , You arrive from the forest gazing at bees knowing you’ve found the right honey bees buzzing around making sweet hums that fill your ears of vibrations now pumping to your heart , Mimicking that rhythm , You admire it for a few as you get closer and closer to the honey combs , Only father was time , Trying to get a taste of the heavens or hell , No disrespect I praise legends , Went to hell and didn’t melt , This Teddy bear can’t resist that this honey is the kiss of death , Blah
By Tatiana Foxx8 years ago in Poets
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry I let you downI'm sorry i let those words fall out of my mouth like a raging waterfall I'm sorry the weight of my guilt and cowardice was heavy enough to crush your innocenceAnd leave you wondering where it all went wrongAnd if there's anything you could have done
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
