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 Sep 2015 Jowlough
mariegracie
i am obsessed.
of the idea of smelling the white sheet with you.
i am engulfed.
of fire that burns your nicotine.
feeling suffocated.
but still chasing the thin air to survive.
nevertheless.
i want to rest.
 Mar 2015 Jowlough
kebcontoso
Those waves are crashing
Kissing and cuddling the shore
Sitting in the sand while dreaming
Making things better than before

Calling out your name
Wishing you still feel the same
Let’s embrace the flame
Hoping this summer will never end

The sun says goodbye
It’s already dark outside
Come, pass me the light
Let’s gather around the fire

Calling out your name
Looking on the rain
Standing on the straight lane
Missing my last summer and it ends
Summer
 Mar 2015 Jowlough
kebcontoso
Some people loves to see you in the dark
While drowning to your mistakes
Starving to death
Regretting all the choices you made
And choking on all the things you loose
Someone always trying to be better than you could
Without knowing what it should

Yes, you are, you the one reading this
Look yourself in the mirror
Save yourself from your own horror
Fix all your *****
Be selfish with your flaws
Some people are better than you
And they are not putting any ***** on you, so don't you
 Sep 2013 Jowlough
Alice Burns
That moment the bass drops in a favorite song
Submerging your body from the core inside the musical trance
The first few strides in the open air after days of isolation
Open eyes opening once more as the daylight kisses them
A smile appearing where your lips were caressed by another's
Blossoming as your fingertips trace the fresh tracks of a kiss
The soothing heat that spreads through your body
Bringing a cool breeze gushing from your core within
You didn't have a drop to drink to feel this drunkeness
You sit in silence yet the music is still felt
You were never imprisoned to feel the freedom of open spaces
And your lips have been untouched for days unnumbered
But the memory is still there, fresh as the grass beneath your dreaming feet
As refreshing as the waters of a forgotten stream lightly touching your palms
Bringing a sorely missed kindred spirit back to its other life
Complete in it's entirety and clear in view
Without lacking in touch, smell or others alike
Oh love, it's real, more real than we could ever fantasize.
 Jun 2013 Jowlough
Jillyan Adams
Whoever said kisses
taste like sugar

has
either
no experience

or no imagination.
 Jun 2013 Jowlough
alvin guanlao
piktyuran mo ako ng ganyan
bidyohan mo't mejo hubaran
dapat kita yung buong katawan
gawin natin ito sa ibat ibang paraan

galit ako sayo, dito tayo magaway
sa kita ng madaming tao ngunit di ni nanay at tatay
subukan niyong magcomment at kayo'y madadamay
gusto naming dito mag away at walang sasaway

dapat nilang makita ang aking agahan
dapat nilang makita ang aking tanghalian
dapat nilang makita ang aking hapunan
dapat ulit nilang makita ang aking hapunan
wag kayong maoffend, tula ko to, kung naooffend kayo, ******* ka
 May 2013 Jowlough
FeelMyFeelings
She gets everything,
No matter what it is,
She gets
Whatever, Whoever,Whenever,
It’s not fair to the people,
The people that actually have to work,
Work toward what they want,
Work toward what they need in life,
Then there’s always,
That one person that comes along,
Not even moving a finger,
But she takes it all,
I wish I could be like her,
But no,
She’s too pretty without
Even trying,
She’s a ***** but,
No one cares,
She has the perfect body,
And eats what she wants,
Tell me,
How do I become her?
 Apr 2013 Jowlough
Amelia Browder
You know how a person cuts to relieve their pain?
To rid the sorrows of their cruel reality.
To forget everything in their taunting lives.
To see the blood drip down forming a little pool of pain.
Well writers bleed too.
They may not cut but we are also hurting.
We feel the same pain you do.
The hurt and suffering.
The razor is my pen.
The paper is my arm.
And the writing is my bleeding.
 Apr 2013 Jowlough
alvin guanlao
We're both wrong and now is the time
for our punishment that should act like a mime
when suddenly HIS eyes started to speak
telling the judge, "please don't **** me, i am weak"

We're both wrong and now is the time
for our punishment so I should act like a mime
when suddenly MY eyes started to speak
telling the judge, "please don't **** me, i am weak"

And I'm the only one who got killed
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