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 Mar 2014 Ludolf
mads
Writers Block
 Mar 2014 Ludolf
mads
Again, like a clogged drain filled with leopard fur,
The tantalising words of my next and newest mind burst
Seeped through and escaped.

Most nights I wish I could escape
From monsters I cannot see,
Hear or feel...
Are they even monsters at all?

I keep finding hell's butterflies,
but I don't think they're real any more.

Other minutes pass and I'm stuck on remembering
A single line that was never meant to enter my mind.

A whole day now has introduced a double cosmos
Swirling its nebula around my toes,
I'm still stuck here but it's cosy...
And I'm wholly overcome with mesmerising tastebuds.
1. I don't think hell butterflies ever existed.
2. The cosmos doesn't touch your feet, but if you stare at the stars long enough, you become them.
3. I'm tired
4. Welcome to my mind on an indifferent day
 Mar 2014 Ludolf
berry
nobody warns you about the first boy who tells you he wants to marry you.

nobody warns you about the tangible shift in the universe when he parts his lips to smile.

nobody warns you about the poetry he'll write you or how your knees will weaken or the melancholy hidden between the layers of his laughter.

nobody warns you that miles will morph into lightyears and you will curse the ocean for being the only thing that keeps his fingers from resting between yours.

nobody warns you about the day his sweater doesn't smell like him anymore.

nobody warns you that human hands are incapable of holding a person together.

nobody warns you that sometimes love is not enough, no matter how much you wish it was.

nobody warns you about the crippling nostalgia that renders you breathless.

nobody warns you about the nights when silence screams for your blood.

nobody warns you about the crater that forms in your chest in the middle of the night when he doesn't answer.

nobody warns you about how it's going to feel when he tells you he's in love with someone else.

nobody warns you that forever is a lie.

- m.f.
 Mar 2014 Ludolf
Chloe
Nightfall
 Mar 2014 Ludolf
Chloe
Dark floats out into the silence
Crashing on the banks of Prometheus's wings
Opening a velvet-silk curtain.
To a fabric of shadowed stars
Cloudy fingers sew it clean
While invisible hands stitch pearls back in.
A ghost flits on the hallway stair
Reaching for the last shafts of sun
Tumbling off a silent dream
Blind as black with a lullaby hum
Filling the gaps in an empty line
Somewhere between dusk and dawn.
Just a little thing from 2-3 years ago, since I only have my phone on me at the moment. Based on Romeo and Juliet
 Mar 2014 Ludolf
Marinela Marie
More and more I see each day
Reflect upon all life and way
How dawn is beginning
Sundown the end
This is our life,
Believe me, my friend.

Ah! What has made me think this thought?
Clarity, meaning, truth I've sought
As all good things come to conclusion
Pragmatic reason, without confusion
I say goodbye to one I've known
With whom I spent my life and grown
Goodbye dear man, I've loved you too
But now I seek my life, what's true
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
Anon C
Final Turns
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
Anon C
Serene erosion how could it be
a natural force turned so violently
awaiting the day that brings all to their knees
will your master then bade you well
awaiting an entity that will never come
merely impending darkness amd that is all and it will ever be
skin as white as my blackened soul
it's a metaphor didn't you know
ink painted from head to toe
I imagine the taste is that of the mountain air kissing ocean waves
I'm in love with a ghost
I found the moon hates the sun
the moon hates the sun, the rabbit is still white and the hatter still mad
the oxygen still tastes of mountain air and ocean waves
I shall just be on my way, good day
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
Anon C
Inherent disregard to my own scars
drain this chalice of my inebriated blood
akin to the taste of cyanide, cascading down your tongue
a sacrilegious demon may not be evil
my church is but of rotting wood and bone
my fragile prayers are not enough to hear
no, not enough to hear such a far away thought
reverberating in my head the battle rages
never ending echo, forever, la douleur exquise
Inspired by la douleur exquise a term that defines one who craves the affection of one who is unattainable. This is how I feel or would feel in said situation. I can't say if it's me. Thanks Lee.
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
Danielle Rose
Lines like luscious lips
That twist and tangle around my mind
Kissing my senses and igniting my inspirations
I play with your words
Day and night and fight my loneliness
My greatest strife
Fantasies tantalize the lids of my eyes
The stories
The raw emotions
Oh how I love the  poets
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
AapkiHamesha
Drunk slurs on your tongue

Between your teeth 

Escaping your lips too quick for you to catch 
Letters that your heart adores

Spun together by inebriation 

Much to the dismay of your reason

Spelling my name
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
AapkiHamesha
Humming all the sad songs
In this forest of white
I saunter through slowly
Reminded of blue, or green,
Maybe grey
Depended on the day
Melancholy coos
Dying to escape from
Crimson lips that
Smile
Only for you
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
ReemaS
Honestly
 Feb 2014 Ludolf
ReemaS
Have I lost my inspiration to write?
To even rhym
I feel as though I have
Im a writer at heart
A nerd
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