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Colette May 2014
You
you,
the passion,
to ****,
to will.

you,
a gasoline,
i pour myself all over you,
we burn to the midnight euphoria.

you,
the stars shivering in a distance,
a complete isolated cold.

you,
my other red tied string ends,
our demon plays along well.

you,
my insecurities,
yet I can't seem to not have you.

you,
my inner voice,
telling me I'm okay
and that things will be fine.

you,
not me.
Ankush Samant Apr 2014
Day 1
Melancholic,
Color blind,
Running through the streets of thoughts,
Oh, what's happening to my mind?!

Day 2
Sullenness,
Black magic,
Falling into my own shadows,
Am I covered by a dark fabric?!

Day 3
Lighthearted,
Full of joy,
But still held back by these strings,
Thinking again, what's the big ploy?!

Day 4
Resignation,
And jubilation,
Delight in the shades of orange and gray,
Is this what people called, the salvation?!

Day 5
Hopeful,
With a new day,
Fluttering my wings for a long flight,
Will I escape this ridiculous play?!

Day 6
Spirited,
Spread of wings,
As I gather all my might,
I think, will I finally break the strings?!

Day 7**
Euphoric,
Boundless delight,
Colors come rushing back to the sky,
Alas, I fly out of the night!
Neo Madime Sep 2013
It all started with a passionate touch which
aroused the adrenaline rush
We lose all sense of our bodies
Of our minds,
as we grind with passion
forgetting all our hurt
like we have no worries,
Until we reach a place with
no pain or regret.

Like lighting, a feeling of euphoria
Curses through our bodies
leaving us in ecstasy
as we forget about everything.

Our bodies, packed like human sardines
Gleam under the moonlight glare...
Heartbeats chasing…
Breathless we collide
and together we are one,
as we fade…
I even forgot my name!
Jessy Ivan Diaz Apr 2014
I used to miss you like the addiction a ***** harbors,
your tongue needle like against my lips
your teeth a ******* euphoria,

unlike over the counter high ****.
You bite into my skin
and light fires inside my veins
and I can feel the rage inside my heart,
the pain rises from it’s slumber
and I recall the way your embers tasted
when I was the one inhaling
your porcelain skin.

This is the life of an addict
and I have gone cold turkey.

— The End —