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 Sep 2015 rebecca
Rafael Melendez
The one you truly cared about wants to forget you, not even your shadow will be left to remember. All that ever was you is gone now.
To die from a broken heart truly is the worst death of all.
 Sep 2015 rebecca
Bec
Fear
 Sep 2015 rebecca
Bec
Most people are afraid of
spiders, clowns, thunderstorms;
the usual.
But if you asked me
what my greatest fear is,
I would speak of nothing
but your name.
Because what would I do,
who would I be,
should one day
you decide that you're
over me?
 Sep 2015 rebecca
Flo
Desire
 Sep 2015 rebecca
Flo
Striving after things we can not own
Taunting us as they are shown
No matter how hard we try
Can't reach them in the sky
Hurting our inside
The struggle we are unable to hide
Can't ban them from our soul
Desire is what created that hole
 Sep 2015 rebecca
Rumi Arie
She stood still before the choas; unshaken.
The wind blew its mighty breath against Her core but to no avail; unmoved.
Her coffee'd skin warm like the sun that kisses the Earth's horizon.
Something within Her had risen without warning nor permission:
She was a Goddess, in Her own right.

Brown. The soft tone of the Earth.
Golden hue painted widely across the canvas of Her *****.
Her skin like caramelized silk, with the sunglow of Egypt itself.

She pressed Her face to the Earth's floor and moved mountains with Her prayers.
Queen of the meek, ambassador of the poor.
She was the perfect amalgam of beauty and brokenness.
~The Goddess of Humility.
~
Until the end of the night
you will wait,
don't go away because,
because if you go
my earth seems to be small

Poor flows of air
even intensely can't bear
a little bit of oxygen
breath becomes low
seems a boat of hope
slowly drowning below

If you're in the next room
never close the window,
If I move eyes
so I can see you
you do not sleep
until I sleep

If you stay
very near my head
beside the bed
I can sleep soundly
float in the dreams smoothly

If somehow
I go out of the home
you will not close the door
stand on the doorway

If I feel
you are waiting in the shore
and for me
you never close the door
certainly I feel
you love me!
the world is suppose
to be mine

Even If I ever late
you are waiting for mate
even the darkness
comes down on the horizon
I will notice with twinkling of stars
O' darling, you wait
even though you pass
a long sleepless night
without light

So don't go away
As long as I can't come back
As long as I love you
until my last breath
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
if only
the heart was made of
elastic materials
then just maybe
it will only bend
than
break

©IGMS
 Sep 2015 rebecca
Sean Hastings
People nowadays are trying to find
Their Cinderella or their Juliet to go
To their Romeo or to find Rapunzel and
Have her let down her hair, or to find
Their Bella to accept them as the Beast
People are looking for these people but
I’m  not
The thing with fairy tales is….there  not  real
In the bright real world we live in fairy tales
Are made up, there’s no Cinderella, no Juliet
No Bella, the world is a cruel mean place that
People don’t see
That’s why I’m  not looking for them
I’m just looking for a girl who will hold the key
To my heart and treasure it like it was the key to
Their own happiness. Fairy tales don’t exist but
Maybe there can still be a happy  *ending
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