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The Skeleton Showdown: Laughing Bones and Funny Groans
In the land of Funnybones, there was an annual competition called the Skeleton Showdown. Skeletons from all over the world would gather to showcase their skills and compete for the title of the Funniest Skeleton.
By sheila akoth3 years ago in Poets
I Know Love
I know love, I see it reflected in your honey-brown eyes, As it caresses me with its gaze. I know love, I taste it on your soft, rich lips, As I suck on them. I know love Every time your hands are on me. Love is the feeling of being at home, And my home is in your arms. When I hold your face in my hands And put my nose on yours, I'll never know love like that. What is love? If it isn't the way your face lights up when I snuggle up to you? Or the rain of kisses on my face When you don't seem to understand my mood. The little things you do, Picking wild flowers and strawberries, Signing on me to make your claim, Kneeling beside me to surrender yourself. I could drown in your devouring gaze. Love comes in different colours and shades; Black, white and grey. Love has different faces, Even with tribal marks. Your love stands tall among them And shines brighter than the sun.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Poets
Toxic
I hope he doesn't find my weakness I hope he doesn't know I love him just as much as he loves me, Or worse even more than he loves me. Imagine having to drop his call because I'm mad at him and he doesn't call back because he knows I'll come right back to him anyway. Or giving him silent treatment and he ask just twice what's wrong and decides to let me be with my drama. That would be bad, wouldn't it? As much as I love him? I would love him to always be on his toes making an effort to love me. That effort is what counts. It's wicked to go to sleep and wake up to a thousand missed calls because your partner was at the other end of the world, up, all worried about you. But it makes one feel special and loved. That's toxic. Feeling love only at your partners discomfort. That's selfish. Selfish love is toxic. Putting the one you claim to love on an emotional roller coaster Inorder to feel secured. But it is exciting. It wasn't you that got yourself in that place of insecurity, You once trusted words and normal actions; You got cheated on and abused. What good is words when they are not followed with crazy actions. This one's not your ex? You did believe that about the one that got you pregnant and ask for an abortion didn't you? He even blamed you for not being careful, didn't he? What's normal in this crazy world? My partner should be ready to shout from the tallest building in this earth to every soul that lives that he's for me and only I, for him. My partner should be ready to show me he loves me more than I do even when he is not feeling it. Love is not one-sided. No but I have worked hard for loves that I lost. And it would take hard work to pull me up. Dear future partner, It's sad this is where you find me. I did search for you with all hope and vigor, I thought I saw you in other faces and smiles. You are here or not. We wouldn't know if we are still seeing things. You just have to break through the long walls of defense, It could probably take all our lives, It's up to you to decide how much you can take dear one.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Poets
