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 Jun 2015 alison
Brittany Vasquez
Don't lie to me.
Don't make me jealous.
Don't make me hate you.
Don't allow us to break apart.
Please don't make me think you care
unless you really care.
Please don't talk to me unless you care.
Don't use me like you did before.
Be honest with me.
Be honest like you should have from the start.
 Jun 2015 alison
Ankit J Chheda
What if I am a figment of my imagination?
Beauty lies skin deep,
But its not automatic,
You must earn it!
Build it,
Nurture it,
That's when it will bloom deep down.
 Jun 2015 alison
afza ali
Dear Dad..
 Jun 2015 alison
afza ali
dear dad,
i wish you  were here to read this,
though if you were then i wouldn't be writing this in the first place,
you went away when i didn't even know what death meant,
what being orphaned meant,
its pretty sad at times,
people celebrate there fathers on this particular day,
they give out gifts and thank their dads for being their father,
a rather cute and cheerful business it is,
i wish i knew the meaning of this day when you were here,
maybe i would have hugged you a little tighter,
so that you couldn't have gone away from me,
i wish i could've stopped you,
i wish...
i wish........
but that's not so.....
you're not here,
you'll never be,
so much of the possibilities,
so much of could've beens,
happy father's day father,
you were a great dad :)
a poem from a girl who lost her father years away....
 Jun 2015 alison
raine cooper
stay
 Jun 2015 alison
raine cooper
i wanted to stay here, in this place only touched by nature.
a place only devastated by the hands of natural things.
far away from anything with a heartbeat or a voice.
but reality tangles its hands in your hair and finds a way to drag you back.
it always, drags you back.
©rainecooper
 Jun 2015 alison
Seán Mac Falls
Kisses hot in shade
Her lovely hair in my face
Cool breeze in summer
 Jun 2015 alison
Kallos83
A hug.
A kiss on the cheek.
Left you smug
And me- weak.
 Jun 2015 alison
Lena Waters
Is a house
A home?
I think not.
Are the enterwining
Chunks of brick
And stone and
Plaster a house?
I think so.
But are they
A home?
I think not.

And so we come full circle.
A poem for brandon nagley. Enjoy, everyone.
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