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 Apr 2017 M
Tab
Cosmic Love
 Apr 2017 M
Tab
you were the sun
and i was the moon
always dancing around each other
within arms reach
fingertips grazing
but only for seconds
this is about you
 Feb 2017 M
LucidLucy
crushing
 Feb 2017 M
LucidLucy
Not again.*
Careful self.
Enjoy.
Wait.
Push.
Fall.
Can't stop.
Sigh.
Stop.
Cry.
Tears.
Broke.
Fears.
 Jan 2017 M
Erin
earth angel
 Jan 2017 M
Erin
I laid broken pieces of myself, in front of him,
Deciding to dance into the unknown, go out on a limb,
Expecting a scowl, or vile laughter,
I braced myself, for the foreboding disaster

Yet angelically he stood, with patience to share,
With my heart in his hands, he was truly aware,
Deciding to heal me, he reached for my soul,
Healing the pain, I had hidden from all
 Jan 2017 M
Mysidian Bard
Philosophy
 Jan 2017 M
Mysidian Bard
Why are we all just living to die
when we all should be dying to live?
 Jan 2017 M
Mysidian Bard
It started as a puncture,
but the seam slowly ripped;
a thimble can't protect
from a poison needle tip.

She tried to mend it
by making more holes;
the tear only grew
and grew out of control.

At the spinning wheel
her life would quickly dwindle;
frantic attempts to hem
were depleting the spindle.

What started as a puncture
of seductive sedation
fueled the abuse
of machined perforation.

"Don't mourn a living corpse"
were the last words she said
as she drew the needle
that held the last thread.
 Jan 2017 M
jg
There was a girl
In this world
With total absence
Of light and
She was hurled
Upon the darkness

But one day
She fell under the spell
Of his eyes,
Her life was well
But sadly she discovered
All his lies,

And their love story ends there
But she was missing him so much,
Craving his love
And caring touch

So she brought him into her life
Despite his actions that came like knives,
She absorbed his poison
And called it love*

Because he was like a drug to her, like a shiny red apple but rotten and toxic inside, one that slowly consumes every bit of you, but it's impossible to escape his compelling magnetism.
 Jan 2017 M
Poetic Thoughts
I hate how I am one of those people who work hard and gets mediocre marks. I absolutely loathe it. I am sad and devastated.  My soul is slipping away.
#depressed #sad #alone
 Jan 2017 M
Sierra
broken writing
 Jan 2017 M
Sierra
I’m writing again
And
I’m not sure if this is
Good or bad
Because,
While I love to write,
I only write when my
Heart is
Breaking.
short and not that great
but it's been a while
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