Susan O'Reilly
Nov 4, 2013

Violent waves of emotion

overtake me completely

no control over their motion

I'm lost in their sea

Tyler J Perrin
Tyler J Perrin
May 19, 2011

God damn it felt good on the days you were happy to see me. Once I thought I heard you sing me a love song, and meant it, but I guess I was mistaken. I've been trying to fill these empty spots, so my heart would no longer have to hear you leave me. For all the ghosts that waltz in my bedroom, this is for the time we tried to break our walls. If you ever want to know what it felt like when you left, just ask. I'll try to hold back my pain like a shotgun shell, but don't hold it against my love when his finger slips, he just gets so nervous every time you're around him. And I didn't mean to explain myself, but I've been having knife fights with my emotions, and cutting out wind instruments since the moment you left. If you've ever wanted to know how it felt when you left, just look at my eyes. That's not holy water you see but a man letting his emotions free.

Mar 26

I wish I had was and were
in control
gained a power
over them
those wistful verbs
with too much
to do with my today
but if
and could are not very likely
to cause
my words to be
more impressively
at changing

Gigi Tiji
Gigi Tiji
Oct 2, 2014

What I feel are rivers filled
with droplets made of life.

Life rushes
over stone and wears
away through mountains,
lakes are memories
met by rivers
states of mind

Which channel
will I flow through?
and how many times?
How deep will I let it go before
it becomes so dark
that I can't see
the bottom?

Olivia Kent
Olivia Kent
Jun 4, 2014

He's feeling,
feeling the brushing of  her eyelashes,
they're stroking his face,
once were wet with tears,
now strokes of thick set mascara,
as next to him she bathes,
she tickles his face with those lashes,
teasing his emotions,
proceeding to hold his face in her hands,
an element of control,
injected only by her steamy fingers,
she's whispering in a taut voice,
"you will love me, I swear you will".
Her fixed china smile,
it's painted in place,
as flesh coloured eggshell,
with slight tint of rouge,
almost a puppet,
He tries to smile,
responds only by snatching her cheeks,
and he replies to her remarks," I would so love to love you back."
but ,baby, I swear I just can't"
(C) Livvi

A weird dream from a few nights back

i see what i want to see.
often, it's you embracing me.
an infinite loop of ecstasy.
then i wake up from the dream.

reality sounds to me like:
"i miss you."
"i wonder if you miss me."

An emotive string flows
Samantha Rose Schaefer

Chasing each moment,
as a pendulum swings on and on.
Dancing in the flight
of a sensitive mystery.
When the light switches on,
I stand there frozen.
An emotive string flows
through me and throughout.
The laws of unrequitement
damper all the smiles.
The flaws of each entity,
tear my soul thin as ice.
I know what must be done,
but can't bring myself
to let go.

in a perpetual conflict
between emotion and
reason against all other
notions the world spins
by its own accord neither
by reason nor feeling it is
unknowable to know now
the origin of celestial power.

Luna Quinn
Aug 16      Aug 17

that book you never read the ending of,
or even if the last page was read,
it was a cliff-hanger of myth.

that desire to call, but you were too afraid,
despite the constant need to redeem yourself,
it was almost too tense for your heart.

that kiss you never attempted to place on lips,
those lips now haunt you for eternal life,
it was & still is a bold mistake.

that ''I love you'' you never could speak of,
out of fear of rejection & bitter truths,
it was your greatest mistake of all.

Apr 4

I miss the sound of his laugh
And being the reason for his smile

Not him

I miss his 3am texts
And midnight eyes

Not him

I miss how his kiss tasted like an explosion
And how his arms felt like home

Not him

I miss the sound of my name coming from his lips
And how he said I love you

But I don't miss loving him

it's just when you miss all the things they did and how you felt when you were with them, not the person
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