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She loves her.

She loved her
with little rays of sunshine
and
Pitter patter tears.

Her love was like dew drops
on grass blades
on a misty morning.
Like a butterfly loitering around a little girl.
Like money on a starved beggars hand.

It was a humane love
built with
illogical trust and belief.
It was made of burnt bricks
of built up grief and an exhaustion
which comes from an eternal search
for a handful of love.

Her love was the size of her soul.
It was next to everything she would own even after death.

~~~~~~~

Sunshine
Isabella Dec 2014
If you were to look closely,

You'd see;

How the shadows follow their helpless folks at night, perhaps lost themselves.

You'd see;

The eery echo of footsteps belonging not to the human themselves, but their thoughts, their paranoia

For they're not alone, they are never alone

Hush! Hush!

Don't let the them know you're listening -
Don't allow them to control your very existence,

What do you hear at night?
When all is quiet and the gentle buzz of life has composed itself, now simmering

What do you hear at night?
Silence? Or worse, the benign yet firm whisperings of your mind.

If you were to look closely,
(which I suggest you do not)
You'd see things beyond your realm of understanding.

Don't look, don't ever look closely again.
Isabella Sep 2014
As the darkness fades, so do I.
Time tick-tocks,
On, sweeping away my bitter remains.

As the light teases my tearful eyes, I cry.
Time has stopped tick-tocking.
Off, nothing works anymore,
The now powerless mechanisms come to
An abrupt stop.

Likewise does my body, the whirring,
Pauses momentarily -
Catching their breath, and sighing into Action once more,
Perhaps for the final time.
Miranda Renea Sep 2014
A spider dangles from the end
Of my soggy cigarette. I inhale
Anyways, because who’s to say
He isn’t keeping time? Pendulums
Sway in much the same way.

On that same day, I thought I heard
A time machine. It was just the AC,
But who’s to say it couldn’t be?
All because of a few memories, but,
Shh! Has the spider not answered me?
Kenny Batista Aug 2014
"Isn't it ironic
How we **** flowers
Because we think
They are beautiful
But
We **** ourselves
Because
we think we are not"

Isn't it ironic
That we didn't put this into our own heads.
Yet, it's what kills is the most.
Remember when you liked being called beautiful?
Now you don't believe it.
Remember when you wanted to be with people?
Now you want to be left alone.
Remember when your smile was real?
Now it's just for show.
Remember when you cared?
Now you don't.
Remember when you wanted to be happy?
Now you just want to get through today.
Remembering can be good.
Remembering can be awful.
Live your life for the good memories.
Don't live your life thinking of your bad past.
Live your life thinking of when you were really happy.
A real happy.
Not the fake happy to trick everyone.
Do it for yourself.
Not anyone else.
Your mind can't decide on whose it's savior.
But you are your own savior.
So do yourself a favor.
Smile.
Smile a real smile.
Not for me or anyone else.
But,
For yourself.
Because you deserve it.
You're worth it.
Written a year ago
Mark Ball Aug 2014
Our love is like
An exaggerated metaphor-
Good, but I can't take it anymore.

I love you,
You don't love me too.
You love me,
I am free.
(Rhyming scheme AA, BB)

Time to rehash that metaphor,
now that you are sleeping on my floor;
Each day I love you more and more.

Please stop writing things like this?
You terrible bore.
Inspired by amateur love poetry.
Sarah Green Jun 2014
Tell me how your storm goes.
Have you ever suffered?
If so have you gotten better?
Or haven't you recovered.
Emily Hansen May 2014
you’re the constant thought in my head every day, every night. 

you’re the person I want every day when I’m exploring life and it’s obstacles. 

you’re the person I want at night when I long for perfect conversation and kisses.

I want you to be the person to love me when it’s not so easy anymore.

I want your arms holding me when it’s cold
I want you to lock eyes with me when we just want to shut out the world around us. 

I want your hands and finger tips running down my back sending chills up my spine.

I want you for, 
forever.

whatever that time may be, 
I want you.
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