Burning Desire

I love when you talk to me
Your voice is calm
Like the summer breeze
Knocking our windows

It is not about what you say
It is about how you say it
I can hear every letter coming out your mouth
Watching your red lips

Your colour of your voice is warm
Like the sun above us
And I want to touch your little tongue
Just a little so I can feel your burn

© Aspa Styl

Running Clock

One minute 

You are here
Two minutes 
You already gone
The clock don’t stop

On my mind
I have you
On your mind
You pushed me away
The clock is ticking

Can you decide
As long as I keep trying?
The running clock is ending

Time’s up
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Especially When The October Wind by Dylan Thomas

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water’s speeches.

An outstandingly beautiful and clever poem from Thomas Dylan! Have a wonderful October.

Repeatedly

We all push the replay button on our minds
That time you have lived an intense moment
That time you spilled out the right words
That time when you finally spoke freely

That’s when you keep repeating those glorious scenes on your mind
And as you walking on the way home
You laugh sarcastically

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End Of The Day

Can anyone tell me
At the end of the day
What matters the most?

We live each day having a purpose
To become better individuals
For us and the society
But what happens when you come home at night
And you lie down on the bed
Thinking about your day
Experiences, people, feelings

I tell you what matters
That you survived

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The conclusion of this poem is that we are all conected somehow with this tricky question inside our minds. We all keep surviving, We all keep fighting.

The Wind Game 

The wind has something unique

It is invisible and visible at the same time
It blows you away
It has immeasurable strength
Hear the whistle coming as it shaves
The walls and windows
Softly, gently

Did you shiver?
Did you scare?
Did you feel the cold breeze inside you?
Look deep
The wind is not your enemy and neither your ally
But it may take you to another corner

Depends on you
Choose your needs, your desires
Take a lane and start running against it
Claim yourself but also remember
You can always change your direction
As long as you follow the arrow where it points

© Aspa Styl

Happy National Day of Poetry everyone!