run-down-verses:

She cried a river
I tried to swim to her heart
But drowned in her pain

poetdreamer:

Two hearts beat in empty beds
Two smiles long to be met
Four eyes stretch out across miles
Hands caress only digital images
Two hearts bound together
By a single dream

miguu:

you are digging into my heart

with both of your hands.

what are you looking for.

i am right here.

longtallandcute:

Imagine if kisses
left on your
back
neck
arms
hand
legs
stomach
while you slept
could be felt on waking

instead of just
informing your dreams
with an air of longing

miguu:

i do not know
if
my chronic
diasporic pain
will ever loosen
cool
sleep

i fear it has retranslated my bones
into shock

every time
someone tells me
‘slavery has long been over’
‘you have no right to be
hurt, raged, lost’
or
gnaws into my name with razors in their teeth
my skin hemorrhages fire.

tapnashey:

ii.

You hated my roots because the sun loved them
I undug my ancestors and found who i am

I built your language before i could write my people’s name
Re-built your history using only the tip of my tongue

I lived a score and some years wondering my purpose on Earth
Yesterday i became a spirit medium

Re-building our ancient city in my ancestors enemies` hometown
Ressurecting their bones using a tongue that cursed their lives to doom

sswimm:

My father 
was a storm,
and my mother
the rain;

I was born
from fire,
but I inherited
the sea.