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Anastasia Aug 2019
When night  comes
And my common sense goes
I start to think
Unusual things
I start to feel
Strange feeling
I begin to love you
A little bit more
And it's awfully strange
But it happens every night
And I can't really tight
I hope that you
Will be in my dreams
Yes, these strange night emotions
Bursting at the seams
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MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
I like to play dominoes on pizza!
It brings in such an interesting flavor!
Only when it is fresh out of the oven,
Not when it is reheated the very next morning!

A nice thick base!
With tomato paste!
Clothed in cheese!
Sporting meaty toppings!

I pilot this Italian plane with a cargo of
screaming cheeses.
Heading down the corridors into the chamber between two orifices!

Oh little pizza,
Where we are going,
No one can hear you.
My mouth is foaming,
I just want to taste you.
My palms are sweating,
My lips are quivering,
I need to put you in my mouth.
Got me feeling like my higher self!

The pizza’s sad.
The hotdog’s sad.
The pasta’s sad.
The ice cream’s sad.
The map is sad.
The sauce is sad.
The walnut’s sad.
All of these little things are sad!

Taking this pizza,
To the kitchen island,
With a black and white handkerchief.
I gently hold it in my hand,
And lift it up to my trembling face.
Mouth outpouring for a smooth landing.
It’s going to a very dark place.

You look so tasty,
Take a step into my sliding meat elevator.
I close the doors,
And I am met with another dimension of flavor.
We are going down,
Take this ride with me,
We are heading to flavor town.
Anastasia Aug 2019
Cherry on top
Cherry on bottom
My heart is sinking
Straight to the bottom
The crickets say
They are ashamed of me
And the mosquitos take their aim at me
Cherries are crushed
No longer sweet
Rotten and bitter
False retreat
Writing at night
Gives me strange thoughts
Cherry on bottom
Cherry on top
Outside
At night
Is messing
With my mind
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
I nearly started to hyperventilate,
Because a thought occurred to me.
I thought about how long my tongue is,
And how it goes all the way down my throat.

My feet can feel the ground,
But I can’t feel my feet.

Mouth is dry,
Eyes are red,
Where is my ******* head.
I feel like a space man.
Here comes the police man.
If he asks for papers,
I will answer “scissors.”
Death of unknown
Known stranger
Why does it bring sadness
Known through sight
You never met
Never would have

To reconcile with the fact

Was it the aura
Was it the soul
What was and will remain
The essence of it
What mattered as a whole
Puzzling and cryptic
Quite an unpredictability
Bizarre and eccentric
This is such a mystery
Filled with suspense and darkness
Such an unclear scenery
A clouded situation appears
That is a peculiarity
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Plunge a block inside, to widen the gap.
Spread you open to take a look inside. To see what you are all about.
I can see your soul, shimmering like a talking stone.
I must be at one with it, in order to be at one with you.
Let me squeeze my way in, so I can be whole within.

My journey has just begun,
I am a quarter of the way in.
Shine on me with your internal sun,
Let our two souls coalesce and become one.

This place is so tight,
But it is strangely comforting.
Warm and embracing me from every direction.
I need to keep on digging.
All this pain will soon be over,
And all you will know is pleasure.
You showed me your soul and now I will show you mine.
Listen to me, breathe in deeply, it will all be fine.

My journey is close to over,
I am half way there.
Shine on me with your internal sun,
Let our two souls coalesce and become one.

I know it is hard my dear,
But I promise you it will get better.
Allow me to show you a new way to love,
And we can love again.
I can feel your heart beating in my hands,
Does it feel what I feel?
Don’t hand me the gun,
And tell me to pull the trigger.
This will all be over soon,
Just hold on a little longer!

My journey is done,
I am all the way in.
You shone your internal sun,
Our two souls are now one.

Closer to you than death.
Closer to you than heaven.
Closer to you than spirit.
Closer to you than yourself.
Hemlata Roy Aug 2019
They go on searching in Kingdom of happiness
Trying to find a place of
kindness.

When they realise that it is a barren field
Unexpected failures break their dream.

They are not searching for castle and king
But a crowd of dreams that they're loving .

Wearing a crown is not the only source of a beautiful smile
It is a strange heaven where nameless happiness lies.
'Strange heaven' one of the best poems written by me. It is my favourite poem.
Dominique Aug 2019
But you asked for sunlight
So sunlight you must have, nothing
Apart from spinning gold
In places you will never reach, nothing
Beyond an incendiary bore
A couple thrilled little waves
An abundance of rays, observe how sometimes
They make the flakes of dead skin dance
Turn a few times in the air,
You asked for sunlight
So sit there and watch it before it dissolves
Everything is temporary,
Give it a little smile so it knows
You're still appeased when tasting its glow.
i despise feeling like this on sunny days, like there's something missing when all i ever do when the sky's dark is complain at it for hiding the sun from me
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