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Sebastian Macias Dec 2016
As the water hit my back
The sun hit her face
It had been a long night,
The dawn was quiet
We showered together
After our passionate morning
And she washed my hair
And I drank my beer
We were undistracted
I wanted to say I love you too
But I could not ruin the moment
We are the
       Awoken ones
       Our muse we hope to stumble on  
Lit only by
        Star-and-streetlight
        Somewhere between the dusk and dawn.

|b.g.|
For us, the late-night and restless writers.
shyguypoetry Oct 2016
Lying awake, still.

Pretending you are closer,

Wishing you were here.
Beckawecka Sep 2016
Talking to you is God's gift
Because if I thought I had feelings I know now for sure
And when you say
You gotta go home
I hate it.

Because I don't like being alone
The music grows quiet and the food gets cold
And the night has nothing to hide anymore.
You were the reason I stayed up to see the moon.

Talk to you later, see you soon, say goodnight
But this time
I can't say goodbye.

I'm not sure why.
Julia Mae Sep 2016
the air was stale with cigarette smoke
there was beer on your breath, like always it is
i gave myself away to embrace you as tight as i could
told you,
that not once these last few days did the thought ever cross my mind that i did not love you

it is three thirty in the morning as i walk and write this
still straying thoughts only to you
wherever you are at this minute
and i wish that i could be there, a part of those minutes
Broken Molecules Aug 2016
went to the house last night
well this morning
4 am
strange  
houses so full
of memories
emotions
simple things
tiny moments
split seconds
no one remembers
gripping this steering wheel
clenching my fingers
attempting to map
the blueprint
in shadows
trying to look
in black windows
old wounds and burns
festering once more
lump in my throat
tears of happy thoughts
cheery reminiscences
distance is present
desiring past habits and quirks
sunday dinners
countless conversations
with billows of smoke
running from our lips
papa and momma bear
remain on the hill
but kids like to run free
all different directions
locations away from
the white house
aftermath
odd change in the air
heavier
almost ominous
but familiar
welcoming
but not home

|Broken Molecules |
Cierra Spina Jul 2016
I remember my first time lighting a cigarette
It took forever to get the hang of it
The smell was something I'd never forget
Lime green box, the same you used
Breathing in deep, my first hit
And I faltered as I let out the smoke
Toppling almost, landing only to sit
I used to hate smoking, too soon I spoke
For now, the air is thick and gray
Moving in and out of my lungs
The smoke trailing softly away
Like the taste of you on my tongue
I smelled of you
*The only thing worse than breaking my heart
Was getting me addicted too
Heidi Kneip Jul 2016
Staring at the moon
as it is peering through
a cloudy night sky
Clouds slowly passing by
drenched in a soft halo
of the moons love
For a moment
seeming to touch
yet miles apart
Them starry spectators
enjoying a blissful encounter
 of perfect synchronicity
For a moment
You were the Moon
and I was miles away.
Aaron LaLux Jul 2016
Stressed out,
I confess ‘bout,
nothing no fronting,
trusting what the love brings,

awake again,
late late night,
so late it’s early,
code so easy it’s one,
alive when we jive and shine on,
as a magnetic matrix electric sun,
allows all of the dark lies to be come undone,
under the magnetic matrix’s electric sun,
the Darkwebs cobwebs become unspun…

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Lily Jun 2016
Doubt.**
A terrible plague
that just rots and destroys
every thought and hope.
Every wonderful feeling I had
disappeared, and was replaced with fear.
What is this?
How could it invoke so much
pain, and hopelessness?
I can't help but to sit here
and allow doubt to shatter the remaining light
of my dreams and curiosity.
In this situation, I dont know what to do.
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