A kiss on the cheek
Staying apart for a long week
Simplicity is beauty
but it is agonising.
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Dirty Love
Original PoetryLet me touch your face, follow the outlines of wrinkles still yet to form.
I’ll trace my name over your heart so when death reaches us, we won’t be apart.
Let me whisper a thousand love stories in your ear
that would outrage our grandparents.
Pretty whore.
I’ll memorise your body like the favourite book you are to me,
so exciting, thrilling, tempting.
Dirty love.
The best kind.
Oh, My Love
Original PoetryOh, my love,
if ever you feel like stars do not quite
shine bright enough,
or the sea is too deep for you,
or you are suffocating in
the silence around you,
remember me.
For I will risk all I have
to rescue you.
I will paint the moon into the sky,
just to see her reflected in your eyes.
I will help you swim, and I will
keep you afloat even when you tire.
Oh, my love,
remember me.
Remember that.
Love a Little Longer
Original PoetryEvery day that I spend loving you
I desperately want to take back,
just so I could love you a little longer.
Predator and Prey
Original PoetryThe setting sun,
the shining stars;
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
A hand on my back,
A stroke of the neck,
A love affair between predator and prey.
Honey-Dipped Eyes
Original PoetryWhen sadness was the sea, you taught me how to swim.
Waves and waves of you now crash into me.
Yet, somehow,
serenity can only be defined by
living in your honey-dipped eyes.
Serenity can only be described
as you.
The Human Storm
Original PoetryThere is a reason storms take our names.
The hurricane of our love
will take yours.
Chipped Nails and Claw Marks
Original PoetryChipped nails and claw marks on my heart,
raw wounds cracking as the light turns to dark.
He whispered “I love you” softly into my ear,
I shuddered to think what he had in store for me here.
His touch dripped with venom onto my skin.
I was forced to stand there and watch the end begin.
As the distance (between us) grew,
long gone were the “I adore you”‘s
just
that girl, who is she?
YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SCREAM
The heavens, they cry out,
the love of their distressed creations now cast in doubt.
With my head on his chest,
we sobbed – “We tried our very best.”
Tyler Knott Gregson
PoetryPART THOSE SHEETS
LIKE HOLY WATERS
AND I
WILL WORSHIP YOUR SKIN
LIKE A BORN-AGAIN
BELIEVER
Chasers of the Light
– Michael Faudet
PoetryI write because you exist