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 Apr 2017 Desolation
Dhaara T
is...we've
Thing               all      
                 started  
               to
         give
up

too
soon.
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Amber Bowen
I just want to sleep
Forever
Trapped within my endless dreams
Maybe then
I’ll understand my nightmares
In my dreams
My options are limitless
But so are my nightmares
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Jawad
They say, heartbreak brings pain.
I say, pain brings heartbreak…
Hearts break when they can’t
Bear pain anymore!

They say, friends understand…
I say, understanding
Is really what makes
Strangers best friends.

They say, give kindness to
Those who are deserving
I say, deserve kindness
Through giving it…
Sometimes, its the other way around...
Superman can fly,
But I can love.

The Flash is fast,
But I can cry.

Batman always wins,
But I can lose.

The Hulk is strong,
But I am mortal.

God may be three,
But I am just one.
 Apr 2017 Desolation
PrttyBrd
tú eres mí alma
mí corazón entera
mí propio vida
My Beloved

you are everything
my heart, my soul
my very life

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 Apr 2017 Desolation
Torin
Magellan
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Torin
I was told as a child
There are no places left to explore
They've all been discovered before

Well there's outer space
The ocean
And the human mind

Probably enough in those places
We've never seen before
A random comment I made to a friend I took almost verbatim and made a poem with
I sat with a cat in my lap.
This cat is having a nap.
I wish she'd get off me,
I have to go ***.
This cat in my lap should ****.

This kitty is itty & bitty.
She jumped up to where I was sitting.
She needs to get down,
I'm wearing a frown.
My bladder is making me giddy.

So here I sit like a twit.
My lap must be made of catnip.
My need is so great
But she just won't vacate.
This cat in my lap should get.
The cat's name was Mystery, by the way.

© 2011  J.J.W. Coyle
It was a last late night
late last night
and your perfume has lingered.
Caution! She's not for you!
You're supposed to forget, right?
That's how it goes.

But then...

What if she hasn't forgotten?
She probably has.
Or at least she doesn't want to remember.

You'd tell yourself
Everyone has their time.
She definitely had yours.

Oh ah...

Brush your shoulders.
Shrug it off.
You're supposed to forget, right?
© 2011  J.J.W. Coyle
I can tell by the glow
of the bedside clock
that you've run off with my heart again.
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