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Valentine's textingI've known you for a while
and with that lovely smile
you're looking at me
So I ask if I may
do you want to be
my valentine today?
unwritten, unspoken, unsaidSilent waters run deep,
while fainting waves
carry a passionate message,
whispered by the shy wind:
Close your eyes
and you will see it
Cover your ears
and you will hear it
Shut your mouth
and you will say it
Because only your heart
can recognize the sincerity
of another heart.
2012, Benny Temmerman
You're not alone in this fightKeep your head up and stand tall,
cause you'd be god if you knew it all.
just be the demi-god that you are now
and all pieces will fall in place somehow.
A desperate call from OsloThe clock keeps on ticking.
Hate is building up,
slowly burning every bit of humanity.
Feel the heat
a call for HELP!
From a bunch of innocents.
Every one of them,
waiting .. .. ..
Just to be found as casualty.
This act so foul,
so foul that no words,
can describe it at all.
All help is frozen.
None heard the call.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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