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 May 2015 Alexandria
MaYJa
''You can still look **** without potraying *** in pictures''
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
I stuck to my vows, but your morals died.
The story is deep, but I'm far from demoralized.
Who am I? Who are you?
Can you look inside.
You broke everything that you took of mine.
The realization captures a eureka moment.
Aspiring to conquer those arguments, like those Ancient Romans.
I should have never tried to drink your potions.
Your very agenda should be beneath the oceans.
Let's go back to the start, was she in my dreams.
Nightmares projecting larger than those silver screens.
As furious as she was she couldn't get her way.
Two steps ahead no..sweetie not today.
There was a time where I could have loved you more.
But your actions have helped me understand the score.
Fast forward me now, to help me open that door.
To help open that door.
 May 2015 Alexandria
Lyan Cordova
I’m exhausted and I feel like ignorning all my teachers to read some poetry and write endless peoms.
Id also enjoy the company of a loving female.

King gentle love would do my aching body and mind some good.
The type of love that leaves their boyfriends extremely jealous and wanting to come up to me (but I’ll explain to them that their girl is a perfect woman and that I did them a favor because they wouldn’t have had stayed faithful to them anyways)

The smell of her sweet perfume
And the touch of her soft gentle skin

While she lays with me while she listens to me ramble about whatever decides to craw into my mind, wether she cares or not.

It wouldn’t even have had been bothered with the half wood and minor headache she’d give me after she left.
 May 2015 Alexandria
surpratik
How much do I write
to tell the world how beautiful you are?
How many words would it take
to describe your compassionate soul?
How long do I speak for
to let them know how precious you are,
to me and to the world?
How incomplete would I be
to not find home in your embrace?
*Without you, it's always so cold
 May 2015 Alexandria
ShamusDeyo
I like to walk the bridge*
Between Fantasy.....
And Reality

I find an elation
Wondering which side
Of the Mirror I am on

Reflections and intersections
Of Memories Appear as if
They are Near, and

Not just shadows
Shifting and drifting
To nothing, and out
Of this Darkness

Leaps the Spark of Creation


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