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Night ..  

            Night ..
Night ..
The nights ..
Time to come ..
On ..
Or ..
My life ..
Start now ..
With a scream.
Pain .. The situation ..
The night of the birth of the king ..
I do not want to write this poem ..
I was born in the night
At dawn
In mid-June
Wednesday
I do not remember that
But is
Do I need to be able to remember the smell of disinfectant
Or people in a room
Mother or hug between the viscera
My mother cries
Chill in the air
Out of the door of life
I feel the cold
My mother paid me out
Warmth of the hands of the doctor
Beatings and pain like the first
Just being a mother to the ground
Maybe I'm the new king of the land
Night ..
The nights ..
Time to come ..
On ..
Or ..
My life ..
Start now ..
I do not want to write this poem
I can remember is the class G and K
There are many kings and queens
And here the first touch has princess
We were in paradise
Even the division No. 01
Childhood .. And the first row to the rest of the stages
Life was simple
Life is beautiful
We are butterflies
Male or female
Nothing disturb or disrupt the mood you or I
Nothing
We are kings of the earth with the queens see us
Even the division No. 02
And so rob us of life without the knowledge of our
I remember my first concert
Dessert
Fruit
Holiday Birthday Cake
Actually
Said
Congratulate me, and giant
The smell of a beautiful
Close
Everything is beautiful
But
History
I do not monitor
Do not write me anything
Lost
Typewriter for me
I do not think I have become king
I do not want to write this poem
I remember playing games
With most of the element of chance
We were in different
If someone is discovered
We lost
If not
We kept on playing
Kept playing, and we
In some cases, with two players
Sometimes three
Most within four
But the numbers do not mean much to me
I mean, what was more of a taste of salt
Packages in the hands of small
And a clear sky
But
Life
No
I do not want to write this poem
I hope to remember what I felt in my life
I know a lot about
But
I do not want to write
Genuinely
I hope that I remember the pure
But I can not deny my life
Or Tell them you
You know me
I know you
But what I remember is the penis
And the first meeting with him myself
I remember the first day throwing Make
I make observation here or there
And edit the millions of sperm
And wondering why it was very different from my
I remember getting wet .. And I remember the erection in my pants while he was talking to my grandmother in the late
I remember puberty
You is not me
But Alan
It differed
You love my life.
I will always be here ... Love!
Even when
Verses missing me ...
I swear ...
For you not to scribble.
When you have a missing
Remember dreams
I am the reality of
Which is found in you.
Always be with you when
The flow of tears in
Face to support them.
When the
Lack of sleep
My arms for peace
You will find ...
When everything from
Looking for your soul
The other half, because the
I have encountered.
I will be always
Even when here
Thinking of quitting the bad things.
Love that
I feel like the mad
Dream again,
To urge
Back to life.
When my heart
It seems that stood in the private
And raised.
Feel how much I love
How much you
Love?
Love you
Eve .. Is
Foxes
Eve .. Is
Viper
Is to show the new features
That sizzling cast beautiful
And multi-talent
Some of the dancers
The hottest Las Vegas
Hot erotic
Eve .. Is
Foxes
Eve .. Is
Viper
Due to my life and not see the other me
Making me get out of denial
Make a man so mature for you
I feel I am close to my kingdom
I will be king again
You and I Queen
I do not want to write this poem
But I want to tell you this
A child who wants to write this poem
Not with me now
But I make memory
And tell you
Perhaps .. Make a dream
It's a dream
Or questioning .. Self with the self
Interrogation interrogation
Will be lit with daylight
And the nightmares will fade with the darkness
Because the monsters do not have unless they have the power in place to hide
Not Tell
Scary stories will vanish in the night
Some of the past life you
The silence of the child even ...
Or some words of salvation
I do not know
I told all the words
Or not
But the real path
You with me ..
Do not lose like the sun ..
Kiss my love and hugs ..
Thank you ..
Akhenaten, Egypt
On 12 January 2012 after Birth
Written by LuvSxe
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