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Contents
A Shrubbery - Sheikha A Love Is... - Tony Supreme Premeditated Suicide - Beau Cauchemar Just Words - Freda Nomo His Love memorandum - Leigh Asanya The Pain of My Affection - Uniq Sistar 1066 A.D. Soldier love poem - Francis Xavier Labiran 2 4 7 10 12 14 17

MY LOVE 4

A Shrubbery
by Sheika A Dedicated to

Anonymous

My Love 4

The night growing into day is the way of the universe; I wait, in this longing, for the permanence of the moon. These ghost nights have possessed the ambience again Causing my being to rattle clueless in addiction, my eyes Carry dark bags of memories that do not escape by tears Or words to release me from the clogs of bellowing aches Reverberating in my shrunken veins withered of waiting And wanting the glass to now appear as full empty. These parasitic memories have usurped my unkempt yard Of stolid summers, and winters that I watered to thicken Ice around a shrubbery of leftover words exchanged in Between the mute sounds of gulping; your unmoved fingers, The un-whispered hunger of the unspoken language, undid And untrimmed our garden, alone and unfed. Sheikha A

Love is...
by Tony Supreme Dedicated to

"

My Queen

My Love 4

No matter how hard we might try. Its like were on a roller-coaster and theres no end to this ride, The lows have no comparison to the highs Days filled with excitement and new beginnings. But still theres no definition. Words cant be used to paint this picture of us Because love is personified in the image of us! This love is a recipe of obsession and lust You are my queen, ruler of my heart, keeper of my Crown Jewels. Pure and untainted, Love flows unconditionally like a river with no dam Free to go wherever it wants with no obstacles able to stop its current Like water it adapts and shapes itself accordingly. Theres no describing what it looks like Because its different for us all. Love rarely shows its face at the right time In fact; with no warning or expectation like a deer stuck in headlights We find ourselves face to face with our nemesis The kryptonite which subdues superman Has no comparison to the power of love. It drives us away from sanity and rationality And you find yourself willing to lose yourself to find love. Both amazing and destructive, theres no manual to it Theres no remedy when love strikes And leaves you feeling alone and broken hearted, But it is also the force that puts the pieces back together. Theres no job description, it does what it does Fixes the broken and comforts the lonely. Wed be lost without it We wouldnt be able to sing and feel the rhythm without loves blessing
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My Love 4

Love resides within us forever whether we see it or not We may choose to lock it away and not let a soul close But if you dont give it light how will it grow? Let your love shine on my dark past, Wake me up from this coma Where pain is my reality and joy feels like a myth. Hit me with your love until I cant do without it You have the power to pull me in and never let go, Like an addict to a drug youll always have that hold on me Love is what it wants to be. We cant help who we fall for, thats why they say love is blind, But I guess they were wrong because when I look at you I know what I see. I see love in its purest form, a kind heart with beauty so raw Love isnt blind, I see all of your flaws, But I overlook them because I want you all All of you, all for me. So after careful thought I finally see what love is If I could describe it in an analogy; Love would be the caption below an image of you and me. Tony Supreme

Premeditated Suicide
by Beau Cauchemar Dedicated to

My Love

My Love 4

I have to be careful of what I do, Say and even feel. You see what I dream may result in Premeditated suicide quintessentially. What I dream, He has embodied and for the first time in a long time, Im feeling valued for whats inside. It is not the arch in my back that protrudes When I stand tall like the Nubian queen I have grown to be Announcing my presence from behind Before his eyes even get a chance to meet mine. Nor is it my concave waist that stifles a single breath As it twists and turns to greet the fullest curve of my breast, no. It is none of those things that have him intrigued. You see I have this feeling, an impression even, Yes the impression has been given to me That he wants to strip my mind Before he even reaches my thick distinctly moulded thighs. You see that is not where he is headed, But boy am I going to let him move in my direction. The physical is a bonus and once hes deep inside my thoughts Who knows where that breath taking anxiety filled climax will take us. You see Im doing it again, stop girl. You see this shit is suicide. I have to be careful of what I do, say and even feel. I wonder, if I continue to write about him in the way that I am, well... How will he know that him is he? As questions of do I even want him to know? And what if he already does flit through my mind. I cant help but conclude that he is a beautiful man. You see its normal to get scared Re-evaluate and then decide that such unorthodox And untoward passions of the mind are a problem.
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My Love 4

You may think theres no justification in these thoughts But dont take away from the fact that he, is a beautiful man. Theres no problem in that. The soul feels what it damn well wants to feel With or without your say In line with or completely away from what you ordinarily believe. Just dont take the beauty away. The beauty of knowing your final destination prematurely But even then still rolling through the motions Just because. Theres never a need to rush. Acknowledging that there is no need to rush thus results in what? The allowing of a slower pace to shape what is to unfold of course. Thats whats up. You see I am fascinated enough to know very well that this right here, Wont be going anywhere anytime soon. Theres a willingness to invest time that he ordinarily wellmay not bother to. Im free, you are free. Maybe lets be free together? You see there are still some vortexes of my nervous system That he is yet to meet, to feel, to breathe. Throughout the body of that grey matter is me; Memorised lucid dreams, emotions and speech. Now you see once again, for a split enigmatic filled second I had forgotten that I have to be careful of what I do, say and even feel. You see what I dream may result in premeditated suicide; quintessentially.
Beau Cauchemar

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Just Words
by Freda Nomo Dedicated to

People who write and produce poetry

My Love 4

These sentences, these confessions, these speeches have one thing in common They are made up of words, words that can leave a pessimistic or optimistic mark on you. Perception; perception is everything when it comes to words. To me words are everything; it enables me to pour out the pain and express my confused soul Scribble and publish my sincere aims and objectives. Use the letters which make up words that allow me to release my stresses and burdens on the straight lines of page. So are words just words? What power do words hold? Words speak for themselves dont they? We hear them, see them and speak them every day, Whether it is in piece of literature that lures us into another dimension Whether it is in a speech declaring your love or Whether it is unbeknownst to you words are everything. So are words just words? A form of love they are to me. The letters that make up very detailed words, Have aided a broken heart Calmly reenergized my mind Helped me pour out the passion in my soul. So to me, words arent just words; they are the very reason of my happiness They are the love of my life. Freda Nomo

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His Love Memorandum

by Leigh Asanya Dedicated to

Anonymous

My Love 4

I feel you, hot flushes and vigorous delectations. I see you, implausible perfection in the lore of art; that is you. I hear you, an utopian aria of gaiety. I breathe you, and no longer the chemical element that is atomic eight; And it becomes inferior. I hold you, warmth of a thousand suns - and perhaps impeccability in its highest form, you fit me without flaw, I try to make up for it and bind around your tremendous frame. I want you, enfolded around my flawed unattired body. I need you, like melancholy does the shade of grey. You ask me, and I tell you that I wear your name on my lips eminently. I love you, enough to give you the moon, the tides are withal yours. I said I love you enough to give you me.
Leigh Asanya

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The Pain of My Affection

by Uniq Sistar Dedicated to Anybody who has been in this situation before

My Love 4

My heart hurts My soul is crying And I feel like a suspended chord in the lurch, I wish I could find somebody Who could identify with me real fast like a Google search This feeling has awoken me out of a deep sleep and now Im too alert, Too alert to the fact you are everything I want but cant have, Makes me sad. There is a light that shines special for you and me that allows us to Have so much in common, We both like our window seats and any Jill Scott vibe that Makes us feel golden, I wish God could do a Maxwell and stop the world Make us the same age so I could be your girl Develop this into a marital affair more importantly So our love could go on and on but for eternity. Better yet I wish I didnt know you Or you were just a mere acquaintance But the fact youre just that little bit more makes my heart Blatantly Wishfully Secretly Want to cry for you like Jodeci, You have me feenin. I only told you I like you But thats just the tip of, like the brand name, Iceberg. Whenever I think of you I feel this surge Of affection That I cant handle So I do everything I can to dismantle It From my mind body and soul.
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My Love 4

But thats the thing of these emotions Im not in total control so What do I do? I would like to know if you feel the same way too but hold your peace Cos if I find that the feelings mutual Ill just be like sheesh! Such a fine, handsome somebody Creative, intelligent and into the same things as me I guess friendship will be the tree, our branches will continue to grow And I guess I feel better because you finally know. However, still, my heart hurts My soul is crying and I feel like a suspended chord in the lurch One day, someone like you, will make this suspense a major one.
Uniq Sister

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1066 A.D. Soldier Love Poem

by Francis Xavier Labiran

Dedicated to

Enduring Love

My Love 4

As the sun sinks Bloodying the skies My heart sinks with it, Dusk. The moons crescent smile And the sparkle of its distant relatives Do nothing to comfort me, but she would. I long for her, Lying on this dew coated field Recalling memories of our love, rising like a phoenix from the ashes Surfing on air currents Our hearts pin-balling off clouds As our fingers skimmed heavens divinity. Will I ever return to her arms? Did I stain our final moments with predictions of my demise? Perhaps I should have held on to her, And dared the earth to shake me off its crust. When deaths blade harvests my soul, What will be her pulse? Will his mercy bring her with me? Or force her to live a sleepless life. The dust laden wind awakens my fresh wounds. The sun is rising, After every dusk Awaits another dawn She is waiting for me, I must return to her side. Francis Xavier Labiran
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