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 Apr 2014 Steff
Yasi
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 Apr 2014 Steff
Yasi
i was hoping that if you kissed me enough
in places where i thought i was dead

flowers would grow

but i am not a garden
and my dear,
you are far from a dose of fresh water and sunlight
 Apr 2014 Steff
Jacqueline Flores
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f
 Apr 2014 Steff
Jessica Leigh
Exist
 Apr 2014 Steff
Jessica Leigh
Sometimes
You
Just
Have
To
Kind
Of
Exist
So
Maybe
One
Day
You
Can
Live.

But
I
Have
This
Urge
To
Exist
Until
My
Walls
Crash
Down.
i always feel so alone
even with people surrounding me
it's strange I tell you
and it sends shivers down my spine
i pretend and say "im fine"

I always try and be the best I can
the happiest I can
use all the resources around
but chains of sadness keep me bound

it's strange I tell you
I can be happy for a minute
and sad the next
always feel alone and not wanted

I guess I'm a creep
I guess I'm strange
I just want to sleep
deep
down
the sea
drown
me
 Apr 2014 Steff
Poetic T
I cut my heart from
my chest, when it
beat its last beat,
my love for you
died in your blood soaked hands...
 Apr 2014 Steff
Violet
healed wounds
 Apr 2014 Steff
Violet
the wounds
on my wrists
are healed
where i used
to cut
now can i just
heal my heart too?
 Apr 2014 Steff
Violet
sometimes
 Apr 2014 Steff
Violet
sometimes
i just wish
you'd simply
love me again
but i guess it
won't ever
happen
it's too
late
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