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Jasmine Sep 2014
You are the way the sun kisses my skin every morning when I wake up cold from the nightly mares

You are the song that's always playing at the back of my head but I can never really figure out the tune

You are the rain I loved recklessly getting wet in right before the exams I thought were the most important ones

You are the blood that pumps my heart every time I am so scared I freeze through the sea of my own sweat

You are stars I pack in the backpack of my mind when I know it's going to be a long, tough journey
authentic Sep 2014
This love is reckless
This love is closed doors that
only open for oxygen
This love is driving without headlights
This is I feel like I'm crazy kind of love
This is I never want to be away kind of love
This is I stay up late kind of love
You have a kiss like a forest fire
You once called me a match
I am no longer afraid of the dark
because you taught me that
darkness only covers up the wrong
It is a security blanket for our past mistakes
For our past lovers
We no longer listen to the voices that bring us down
because this love is our latter to the top
This love is reckless
and I would rather live a life
without seat belts
if you're the one driving
i Sep 2014
the moment of surprise,
hold of breath,
wandering eyes,
cloudy skies,
crowded place,
elevated space,
racing heart,
i'm fallen apart,
tight grip on your colar,
don't be so bipolar,
red lipstick kisses,
heartbroken pieces,
messy hair,
we are the perfect pair,
only when you leave me,
you will see,
why we were so reckless,
young and careless,
fooling around,
misbehaving without a sound,
our hearts wound,
unfixable,
dismissable.
i miss you, g.
Xander King Sep 2014
For a generation labeled as "Reckless" we only seem to be reckless to ourselves.
Midnight thoughts.
AW Jun 2012
Tegen beter weten in vergeten
*** de zon haar schaduw werpt
Op paden die zich uitrollen
Als verwachtingsvolle mijnenvelden
Genietend van het onheil
Dat nadert als je erom lacht
Verstandige adviezen sla je
In de wind die door je haren waait
AW Jun 2012
Against better judgment, I forget
How the sun casts her shadow
On roads that unroll themselves
As minefields full of expectation
I find my pleasure in disaster that
Draws near when I laugh at it
Blowing caution to the wind
Of change behind me
Translation of my dutch poem 'Roekeloos'. Because of this, it misses a twist in the last two sentences, but the english title makes up for it as there is no real translation of 'reckless abandon' in dutch.
Ruthie Sep 2014
We need to be careful with our hearts.
Being reckless and sneaking out onto rooftops is fun.
And touching each other's skin is fun.
But being reckless with a heart is just cruel.
For the both of us.
Because in the long run we don't really have each other.
We just have now.
And what will happen when now passes?
Where will that leave us?
Friends.
Lovers.
Strangers.
I'd like to think that in a year passing you on a street will bring warm feelings.
Nothing bad.
But heartbreak can change people.
Being reckless is fun.
But it hurts.
We need to be careful while we're being reckless.
Ruthie Sep 2014
We're being reckless.
Giving into temptation.
Your lips are magnetic.
Forcing mine upon yours.
Your touch is sweet.
Delicate even.
City lights shine for us.
Symbolising the spark we have.
Connection.
Desire.
Emotions.
Is this love?
Maybe.
It's the reckless kind.
The one that tears your heart out.
And leaves you breathless.
And speechless.
So conflicted.
We have 8 days.
So much could happen.
We should stop.
But being careful never enticed me.
So let's be reckless.
Let's kiss the way we did by the water.
Let's hold each other until we are one.
Let's love.
Everything about us is reckless.
Candy Noire Aug 2014
Never be the perfect daughter that’s the truth
I’ll dry **** hard
But I just want to hold on to my youth
The sun is blaring through the blinds
But I’m still lying in bed
It’s the only way I make it through the day
Feeling half dead
I walked along the road
Adrenaline rushed through
My heart palpitating
As if my brain
Already knew that I didn’t give a ****
If the car crashed too
And my heart will stop
And my face turns blue.

And I have no ******* cigarettes
To smoke my lung into
The cinder in my heart
Is the only anger I once knew
I’m a ghost of the girl
I was a fragment of the past
You told me that I was a naughty girl
And slapped me on the ***
Cause my heart is stuck in
The centre of a seesaw
I can’t go up or down
Without feeling lost or used
And the ******* letters
Circled on my work book
Tell me to try a little harder
But I’m too misunderstood.

If I had any heart left
I would throw it out to you
Tell you that you ******* own it
So do with it what you choose
And I know I must have a heart left
Cause I feel it break every day
So I fill it up with sawdust
And I’ll toss it in the bay.

Sometimes I wish I’d never met you
Sometimes I’m glad you’re in my life
But I never really feel enough
And you really stuck the knife
In twisted it it’s stuck
Can’t make it go away
You told me you were in love with me
The only person to say
And I’ve seen happiness go
Like the night stealing the day
In my desperation
I will do what you want  
If you will stay
Cause I cannot see the difference
Between love and pain
I could love you or hate you
But I’d still feel the same
I want you in my arms
Just to make it go away
But when you kiss me on my mouth
I always end up naked again
So I breathe in the fumes
Just to clear my lungs
And I’ll ******* out of sadness
**** I’ll ******* out of love.
For T
littlejoelle Jul 2014
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We have acquired the ***** to experiment; to spend Tuesday three a.m. puking our guts out one bad pitcher of margarita after the other; to dance on tabletops twelve tequila shots later – whether our favorite songs are playing, or even not at all; to drown all melancholy in bottles of beer we keep losing count of until we, too, forget what we were sad about in the first place; to celebrate the crazy by playing cops and robbers and hide and seek behind trucks beating the red light; to refuse to go to class just because; to kiss strangers and best friends and roll out of bed the following morning not remembering even the slightest bit; to spend the night walking through deserted neighborhoods and off-limits roof decks; and to just live however we want.
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