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I don't know if it's
you or the Heineken but
My heart's on fire
 Apr 2019 Ed C
Grace Spellman
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. stupid loyal for you bby.
 Apr 2019 Ed C
Shi Em
loop
 Apr 2019 Ed C
Shi Em
it's hard knowing that
i'll wake up tomorrow
wanting the day to end
 Apr 2019 Ed C
Arlene Corwin
Another April poem.  Am I obsessed, or is it April that is the catalyst?
 Apr 2019 Ed C
Marla
Tinkling rhythms engulfed us
As we sat in a cuban bistro,
Surrounded by the populace
And having nary a place to go.

We spoke of many things
That curried the other's favor,
Then I noticed her silver rings
And decided I'd wait no later.

This stranger that sat before me,
Blue curls atop her pretty head,
Observed my hand steadily
As it dropped off the table's end.

I reached into my bag and withdrew a rock,
It's complexion of gold and plaque shining silver.
Her reaction was that of pleasant shock
As I wished her congrats on turning a year older.

Now, a year and some days later,
We've both reached a special place.
Day to day I get to face her
And feel my lover's warm embrace.
 Apr 2019 Ed C
johannah
glimpse
 Apr 2019 Ed C
johannah
just a glimpse
into what happy could be
in someone’s arms
is enough to have me floating
for weeks.
the reality is,
what goes up must come down,
and I come down
every time
crashing.
written after my first break up inspired by one of my mother’s poems, she too is a hopeless romantic, I think its hereditary.
 Mar 2019 Ed C
Dr YumnaKay
Venom
 Mar 2019 Ed C
Dr YumnaKay
"Women like you!" - he spat.
And in those three words,
flowed the venom which drowned
everything else. ..
 Mar 2019 Ed C
Empire
Spinning
 Mar 2019 Ed C
Empire
Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
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