Tee2emm

I am human Yes I am I don't mean it in a demeaning sense Being human is the greatest gift I've received. I am just trying to admit my flaws I fault now and then, so just in case I have but a straw Just know I love you too much So much that On this thought I stucked "What will become of me should I lose you?" In this certainty Doubts beclouds me Not doubts whether I love you or not But doubts of what if I go wrong The human in me assures I surely would Should I do, I never meant to. Just in case In my flaws I go wrong I mean these words I AM SORRY I pray you not to get weary My flaws are but a stream Flowing side by side my love for thee Both of which collects into an ocean An endless ocean of love affection and adoration. Just in case I go wrong This you must before hand know I AM SORRY.

Pieces of yesterdays Collected, sieved and saparated Into, subgroups Into laughter and sorrow Pain and joy Merriment and funeral These walls are closing in on me It seems no escaping Slowly I'm starting to swallow me Buried beneath thoughts Worries clawing my heart Clawing and clawing Lacerations made Crimson red dripping therefrom Dived off emotional cliff Dived head first Despite its a plunge into the unknown. I have torn off my face So I can see what I now look like Oh how shrunken My skeleton has pierced my skin Like a lingerie Spread over the spiky stem of a rose plant. Licking our elbows is now fun We pluck stars from the sky The sun is our play ground

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I eat it Nothing is as much sweet I drink it Nothing has ever tasted like it Not even the finest of wines I inhale it Nothing sustains like it The purest form of oxygen. I surf on it Unimagined beauty Not even the biggest tide I fly on it Higher than any pair if wings can take you No even those of an eagle I puke it And I lick all of it It taste as fresh as from the oven. Nothing compares to poetry Ask every poet He/she will tell you same.

Tap , tap, tap and tap Is all to hear , as my feet and the floor clap . Round , round, round and round As we whirl in the music' s rhythmic sound . Play , play , play , please play Those sweet songs and drive my head hay, As our souls entangle in the ecstasy . Oh , what sweet journey into fantasy . Let ' s dance again , My only driver of sadness and pain . Let ' s dance again , but this time slowly . Hold me close and hug me tightly So i can smell that sweet scent of jasmine And listen to the thumping of your heart and mine. Let ' s dance dear lovely angel Till we fall asleep with a song of handel' s .

Love most have died centuries ago She died with Juliet and Romeo Now her bones lay dust infested Romeo's to the left Juliet's to the right. Wishing they discussed , Try to figure out how it all turned sour. If love is dead, Who or what are we then? Excavators, that's who we are Digging furiously, who cares how far The grave of the duo love birds must be near Find it, find love at its undiluted sphere. Enveloped in this fantasies box Love becomes no more than a hoax Love is what it is A beautiful broken bike if you please Its too dangerous to ride Yet no choice but the ride So if you must, put on your safety gear. Love does not live inside TVs Nor magazines She has left the internet and movies She now lives in the simplicity of you and I. You may have looked too hard Yet you still can't find. This you must figure out You are looking in the wrong sites.

Tornado of thoughts Whirling with this troubled clouds. How did we get here? The answer? Who cares? The trampled remember the past The trampler, in the present bask. Humanity, the trending fraud. Ages ago, who would've thought Man is reduced to fear Death lurks everywhere Though that is the least of them all Other accompanying devils deal their far worst blows. Is it still a man's ( human's ) world? My boomeranging thought. If it still is Justify this. How come there are more guns Than there are humans? More killings than births? More wars than peace-advancement seminars? If truth has only one perspection By now, we should be standing on the same vantage point The world ie now no more than a chess board We are; the chess ponds; Bishops and knights; Queens and kings, At the summit of the prism Is this what humanity was designed to become? I bet, we are just a compromised generation.