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I was  in the forest
it was dark
i can’t see nothing
I only feel the grass under my feet
I was alone , weak and afraid of the darknest
but suddenly I saw a light,
it was very bright,
brighter than the sun,
and warmer than the sun
I was getting closer and closer to the light
feeling it warming me up,
it was a very pleasant feeling,
a feeling that opened my heart again
the light has not enlightened the dark forest,
but filled my heart with this light
Surfacing Tides-Storms Come
Father!
It's so dark !
I'm whispering
Where fore art thou Oh my Lord!
My soul only seeking this Why.. Oh God how, Lord why!
My God from where did evil get in among us.
Please help!
I am smiling I look normal I am holding conversations, engaging
at times small giggling.
She seems alright. Am I ok!
The Tides roll ashore upon the beaches sand.
I feel sane ok.
That Pulling me away from the shore line this tides withdrawing,
I'm drowning at bay.
I dont feel safe, I'm Lost, sad, angry, questions, tears sobs drowning.
Lost at sea.
Lord reach for me.
The tides pushing me back to the shore line.
Things seem a little fine. a touch of peace of mind.
Socializing, guessing playing investigator.
People chatting family saying comforting things.
I seem to be breathing.
At times hearing things seeing things feeling the weakness,,
The helplessness.
Watching the tides subsides.
sanity, reasons logics, I don't know the whys or the hows.
Killings are happening on local tv scenes.
Tides are low,,
Then they are high.
We wonder where and when will each soul rest.
lookin up to a storm in the sky.
each one has a reason why.
The storms come.
By
s.a.m selinasharday
searching, losing, dealing, the grieving times, the tides, life storms
The many ways he is legal.,Legit and lit..
With 3 A.M to finish it!
He ever so slightly gives..
Her a passions mind hickey.
F.ck..up.. savory
Like shivering kisses mind hiccups.
unspoken...................................attention given.
Make's her shiver he's a mental ******* giver..
Make's her mind moist and inquisitive.
At the sign of any confusion.
It's his  penetrative foreplay.
Its the lyrics used to seductively play.
Tools He uses..their selective differences.
Just before 3 a.m.
She floats adrift softly melting H.i.m.
Talking  everything  comprehensively through.
  Rocks her mindful  emotions.
Mind Fkin sweet potions.
non-trivial notions.
Following every word she's relaying.
All before the 3 a.m. relating.
By day he's catering appetizers of verbal compliments.
Sharing of the days events.
when they are away from one another.
They are texting each other.
By evening.........
his texting feels like gentle
                                                                ­    whispering!
Making His next text something she's craving.
Neva leaving her guessing what He is doing.
Neva askin her wyd?
                                             Mental interactions are tender touchings.
                              Mind F
kin..   A tender kind of existing.
                                                       ­    As they both be falling.
By the time its 3 a.m.
Oceans colliding.. erupting.. exploding. mental explosion.
3 a.m. dammn she's already had many ******* heightened chills.
Body follows every moment. No hesitations so receptive.
They are such Intellectual souls..
The body is prepped it always follows.
3 a.m Anything Goes.
By 7 a.m exhaustion so good sets in.
Physical resting  so sweet.. yet mentally he's ready with a grin.
Just to start a new day all over with her again.
by selinasharday 4-2018...H.I.M (he is mine)
Mental whispering, detailing finishing sweet tempting mental savory things Prepping for the emotional and the physical.. intimacy colliding.
once                              I traveled                                                         ­   to
                                                                ­                      the                                
                      beginning                                 ­       
             of                          time
to watch           everything be                                                 born
                                                         then     I traveled to the end                          of
      time &                                                           watched                          
                               ­                                   everything                    ­           die
I missed
                                     what                                                went on
                  between but               I have  
                                                      the strongest                            feeling  I                  ­    haven't missed anything
I'll bet
Jimi Hendrix
Was a great lay
I didn't upload the poem u are reading;
it was written by a ghost
moving my hands across the keyboard;
I shut my eyes,
light a
big cigar & watch the words                                           appear
as if written from the other side of the             /                              mirror
on the page                                        before my eyes like magic;
this isn't a fantasy
                              or a cartoon; I glimpsed her face                colored green in                       the                          shadows
it's a nightmare & I can't stop the ghosts
from breaking through the portal of my
her face         spiraling
                                    through my unconscious mind;
my                                                              ­hands move




faster
faster only god now knows
                            what they'll do next;
the lady in red envelops me & swallows my black *****                 blue
black                                                   black *****
brown green green                                                            ­ green
orange orange                              orange
I have no wherewithal to condemn
anyone for anything; my friends
have been gay, straight & bi & so
have I; some are dead from over
indulgence, I'm not yet but I'm
getting there; I grew up w/ ****
as a normal part of my life; so if
u think u're a freak for nothing I'm
here as ur friend to tell u I'm a freak
for something I never asked for
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