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 Apr 2016 TW
thehiddenwriter
Lips
 Apr 2016 TW
thehiddenwriter
Lips so red,
So tender and so delicate.

A whole galaxy lies within them,
Galaxy of love.

I always imagine what will they feel like when pressed against my dry hard lips,
Would feel the love i have for you,
Or would you feel what I'm trying to hide from you.

I would like to kiss you someday,
All day long,
All night long,
To just know that you were even real.
 Apr 2016 TW
Raquel Butler
Fire
 Apr 2016 TW
Raquel Butler
I burn everything I touch,
without intention,
without prejudice,
without control,
I burn everything,
even myself.
me me me lol sorry i just ruined something and I hate myself!!!
 Apr 2016 TW
mike dm
her secrets
 Apr 2016 TW
mike dm
these days are farther
from the light.
choose to trust
or hedge your bets?

or can i even trust myself?
and, if so, which self?

meh, that's
the question.
 Apr 2016 TW
Saloni mann
FOOD
 Apr 2016 TW
Saloni mann
Approximately,
It was all the same for the two!
The same season, the same night
and the same sky above them.
The only thing
that differentiated between them
was food that day!
One said-"Enough, I can't eat more mom".
The other cried-"Food, I want food maa".
Mother is called maa in Hindi.
 Apr 2016 TW
Martyna Maselskyte
Overthinking is just empty thoughts,
empty people..
That are trying to become real things,
It's the darkness inside that is trying to get out,
To overwhelm you,
To turn you dark.
 Apr 2016 TW
SassyJ
Chaos is brewed and entwined in my psyche
For when I restrain it,I fail to be free
For when you suffocates it, I die solely
I offered my compartments, the evil, the good
I offered my solace,goodness and madness
All uncensored on the bitter sweet console
But it tainted your soul, made you ooze blood
Thanks for your extended handshake of peace
I gently received it as it sailed through my ails
 Apr 2016 TW
The Tinkerer
Some days may be better,
Some days worse,
This maybe why I write the written verse.

Some people might be trust worthy,
Some may only lie,
This maybe what gets my rhymes to mind.

Every single moment I witness pass away,
Has with it emotion that almost bursts before it fades.

This is life as I see it through my eyes.
Is this the life of a poet, this is my alibi.
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