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 Jan 2018 Floyd
stylesclash
adoration is the act
of taking a compressed dot
and giving it linear extension,
expanding it into the universe.
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Aflaha
When I miss you, I can hear my heart breaking and the sound of my soul being crushed under the weight of too much hope. The hope that I will see you again, the way I once did. The hope that you will feel the same way. The hope that there will be home in your arms and love in your heart for me. The hope that that day will not be far away.
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Phoenix
Fight
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Phoenix
Have you ever noticed the stutter in my words or the way I can’t control my paranoia? My spiteful eyes and cracked lips still forced into a smile, trying to prove everyone that I’m a fighter. No one ever bothered to hold me close, to tell me it’s okay to not be fine. So I run through my life as if it’s a battlefield, hoping that one day I can live and not just survive.
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Ayana
Bitter sweet
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Ayana
Bitter .. sweet ...

As I lay on my bed my thoughts  are uneasy ...... Tears welled up in my eyes.... I lay with no conviction........

My mind ponder on my fears....they've gotten the best of me.......

I hope to heaven that my  night mares would never be a reality ......

A prayer on my lips to keep me going cause life can leave you so bitter....

Bitter ...Sweet.... you accept .. you acknowledge and hope that today might just be your day...

A.Jackman
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Ayana
Untitled
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Ayana
I love you but I hate you....

I want to hurt you... make you feel my pain.. but I can't find myself to...

Why do we fight when all we want is each other...

I swear Ill love you till death and in death

I don't blame you for hating me ....I always try so hard in turn it blows up in my face and others...

My anger **** it ....it keeps me back...my big mouth... Why can't I let sleeping dogs lie...

Then there's my what ifs .... Sometimes I'm worried that my mind and heart will never agree on anything constant competition....

Everything good seems bad ..I'm confused and sometimes I try to convince myself that everything will be okay but it's even harder to believe...., me....

A.Jackman
Sometimes we try so hard to end up failing  in the long run.
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Mary-Eliz
she's with me
that little child

the shy one
the quiet one

the "ragamuffin"
the often tomboy

I lift her every day
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Emily P
I have a lot things that mean a lot to me
My dog, my job, my friends, my family
But the thing that means the very most to me
The thing that I am working so hard towards
The thing that gives me motivation to be better than before
Is something I can not hold, or rush towards
It is a future scene of you and me
Multiple dogs and a mountain breeze
The sweet smell of autumn leaves
And the coffee I brewed for you while you were asleep
The sound of sweet little feet running to great
You and me, having a beautiful family is what I really dream
Little kids running around with us trying to get them to settle down
A beautiful wife who i get to hold tight every night
Show my kids how to really treat the love of your life right
Take you on dates every Friday night, but were too excited to kiss the kids goodnight
So we come home early and cook our own dinner
Because who needs fancy meals when we know i’m the real winner
Your intelligence, your care, your drive for your career,
I’m sure you’ll be the mother of the year
And i will be a fool for you every day, my dear
This is why i am the first to arrive and last to leave
Because I am working so ******* this future for you and me
An oldie but a goodie
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Tess
Tests of Time
 Jan 2018 Floyd
Tess
Unwavering happiness, true love.
An ultimate peace, pure like a dove.
Unforgivable rage, it you'll fear.
Unmendable grief, for those so dear.
Time tests and destroys what we protect.
Our love that once spawned has a defect.
Our peace torn from us by emotion.
Hard to concentrate with the commotion.
Try rebuilding trust lost with a lie.
Get's better or worse as time goes by.
Grief is heavy, but relief is light.
With a broken heart, some still do fight.
Time tests or destroys the things we hold dear.
Withheld rage can bring many to tears.
Time brings challenges for us to face,
which we can conquer with the Lord's grace.

— The End —