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Nessa dieR Oct 2016
I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.

So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
heather Jul 2016
Hey baby girl, I love you. I love you but stop. Stop acting like you've seen the world when everything you've experienced has been through rose tinted glasses. You know they're gonna smash one day. They're gonna smash and you're gonna be hit with reality but hey, hey pretty baby, I'll still love you. Hey sweets, hey sugar, hey spice. I know your glasses broke but you don't need to smash those bottles anymore. I'll still love you when the lights go out. I love your lips in Koko K and your high necks and your slender frame. Hey pretty baby, remember that dress your Mumma once described as a 'second skin'? Hey, remember the night we drove and drove and drove and stopped at sunrise? Remember the sound of the ocean inside your head? Remember the birds and the trees and the sand and the children screaming and the happy times? Remember asking for my number? Remember saying goodbye? Remember leaning in for the first kiss? Remember the daisies? Remember the shooting stars and the golden mornings? Remember? Hey pretty baby, it's okay if you don't want to remember anymore. I'm still sorry your glasses broke.
Raquel Butler Jun 2016
The sunday quiet eases my mind,
a welcome vacancy of thought spirals.
In the distance a soft tune plays,
music spins in and out of my space.
It fills my limbs from head to toe
spouting from my lips, my eyes, my-
my music spins me into a daze
and trance unlike a hypnotic phase.
The sun beams high from its sunday spot,
the clouds are fluffy, light, and white.
And as the music blooms to peak,
the lapping blue envelopes my cheeks.
I float in absence of the my weight,
absolute serenity claims a stay.
Its clear blue sheen brings peace to mind,
like I could drown here and still not die.
Its weightlessness drenches my hair,
yet when i shift into the air,
the weight is heavier so much there.
I intake life and fall to the floor,
the most abnormal experiences
are felt under this blue shore.
My body trembles as reality shakes,
my breathe is leaving,
to the surface or to a calmer place?
A disturbance by the door I hear,
gentle giggles of my sisters near,
I gasp for air as the bubbles explode,
This sunday warmth is toxic yet not loathed.
the innocent testing of my breathe holding abilities + sundaze
Lopz May 2016
Hey...my names F* um I saw that you seem to be struggling
in our english class so if you need help with your work feel free to ask me.
Hi I'm A*
that's nice of you for offering but are you trying to flirt, because I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now so if that's your intention please move along.
No,no if that's how it seems I'm sorry I'm just trying to help out a fellow classmate but if you're not interested then I understand.
Oh well then sure I guess I could use a little bit of help on what we went over today it was kind of confusing.
Yeah, I can help you out no problem let's head to the library then.
This is how it would sound if I would be flirting so don't
laugh when you read it.
thehiddenwriter May 2016
How are you ?
" I suggest not to ask that question "
" Why "
Do you want me to lie
Nazreen Nawi Feb 2016
Hello.
No, its not from the other side.
Its from your heart
Saying that you should be strong
Cause in life, things always goes wrong.
Hi.
You are flying so high,
Reaching for the sky,
Always put your head up high,
Cause there's no reason why,
U shouldnt.
Hey,
Hey hey hey,
From someone far away,
Telling you to join the fray
In becoming the great minds of today,
Battling sorrow of tomorrow.
Hello from myself. Lets all be friends
Seeking Oblivion Feb 2016
Enjoy
Reading this awkward ****
Have a room, & a chair to sit

Are you alone in there?
Do you need me? Or just some space?
If so, get off my face
If not, I need some other place

-the air'd be full of us
-the air'd be full of trust
-the air'd belong to us
-*for the air'd be full of Lust
the first lines of this text are in my bio, too
Atypnoc Jan 2016
Mt
I'll watch the weight descend, and youre
Complicated I can't comprehend anymore
Why  I waited so long, thinking  who would  pretend
That they're  so strong they defend their sinking before
Their feet ever kiss the floor
Their feet ever kiss the floor
B Young Nov 2015
Waiting for a poem to come,
is a specific breed of tedium
which would have a lesser man,
undone.
Sitting bored on the porch
trying to express,
through my only medium.

It's now 7pm and
time to go to a meeting.
Living with a disease,
which through every pore,
is always secreting.

A busted water pipe in the winter,
can only turn the faucets on for an hour a day.
Wave to the missionaries in Kenya,
hey
hey
hey
aye Aug 2015
little talks exchanged between two wandering strangers.
a girl who smiles at him to unravel love's dangers.
hearts that beat with no feeling.
fingers that touch, skin that's cold, and peeling.

big talks exchanged between the wiser and the younger.
a boy who avoids her smile in order to become stronger.
hearts that beat within confined sealing.
hands that join, then part, and forget feeling.

loving whispers that wander about in a crowd.
their love for each other was too skinny to be loud.
hearts that beat.
something, then nothing, and repeat.
:)
(c) ayesha. h [two thousand and fifteen]
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