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 Dec 2013 skyyy
kenye
Slipping a hand up
Reality's skirt
trying to deliver a message
finger-*******
a spiral dance
of synchronicity
summoned back in time
to a past life regression
passed little transgressions

In Heaven's mirror
God takes selfies
In our self-righteous
reflection

Like he's got something to prove
But there's always something to prove

We possess ourselves with
a reality so oppressed
for feeling guilt
in living the dream
With no one left to impress
 Dec 2013 skyyy
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Hurt Like This
 Dec 2013 skyyy
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Love isn't meant to hurt
It's meant to keep you alive
Meant to give you hope
Re-ignite your faith
Love isn't meant
To hurt like this

You're supposed to smile
Not cry yourself to sleep at night
You're supposed to feel sparks
And get a fairytale romance
Something to make you gaze
Into that beautiful sky
And look at those
Beautiful stars
Love isn't meant
To hurt like this
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Dec 2013 skyyy
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Ughhh
 Dec 2013 skyyy
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Whoever you are, stop stealing people's poetry, you *******.
My poetry is highly personal so it's beyond sickening to steal it.
© Natali Veronica 2013.

hellopoetry.com/-****-you-poetry-computer-1/
^^^report this person, block this person now.
this person steals other people's work.
 Dec 2013 skyyy
Jonny Angel
I placed candy-kisses
between
your wildest dreams,
heard you scream
from another dimension,
and with great fervor,
flowed my sugar.
 Dec 2013 skyyy
Mahima Gupta
Over
 Dec 2013 skyyy
Mahima Gupta
I stood behind the 
Ruptured pyramids.

It lied in the claustrophobic passage.
Tangled in mayhem.
Drenched with fear.
Slowly faded away.
Curious destruction,
Slow suffocation.
Writing poems is like doing jigsaw puzzles in reverse.
The last piece is always the trickiest bit.

So, to help with my poetry, I tried doing a jigsaw puzzle in reverse.
And ended up with nothing.
 Dec 2013 skyyy
Mahima Gupta
Malady.
 Dec 2013 skyyy
Mahima Gupta
The corpse lied untouched,

In the crepuscular light, 

her shadow enkindled. 

Her kins stood panic-stricken. 

Her fidelity was being questioned. 

It was time now for the sun to set. 

The birds were finding there way.

Migrating

Also,suffering. 

And the darkness was about descend like everyday 

The shadows seemed to be taking over the grimaced faces 

But she however, 

Was trying to resurrect her soul.

This was the epitome of her infatuation. 

But she had always been an Ailurophile,
Always.
 Nov 2013 skyyy
Kerry Meuse
One
 Nov 2013 skyyy
Kerry Meuse
One
The sky
It is an effortless blending of colors
Each leaving a trace of itself
Within the next.
It’s almost mystical.
The way the colors swirl alongside each other
But never collide.
Each day brings a new sight,
A different hue
A different design.
But still,
You greet it like a familiar face
Because even though each day
The sky is different,
It is still one in the same.

People are like that too.
Each being brings forth a new perspective.
We are all a different hue,
We are all a different body
Traveling on different paths.
Except our paths collide.
They are meant to.
Maybe not forever,
But they still do.
This allows us
To leave a piece of ourselves
With the next.
Even though each being is different,
We are still one in the same.
So greet those who are familiar,
And those who are not
With warmth and compassion
Like the sun does to the sky
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