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 Mar 2019 Angelina
Jack
White day
 Mar 2019 Angelina
Jack
He had lots of pretty white snow falling in front of me. I couldn’t help but dipping my pinky in and snorting some lines. A white hazey day, the snows been falling all day. It’s no fun inside, look at all the snow outside. We can build a snow man and build our dreams high. Don’t think about the consequences. Snow never melts when your in a white haze. Did you think a girl like me would say no? You build me high and turn me meek. I snort lines down by your feet. We tweak and forget to sleep. Can you hear me screaming down by the creek? It might have only sounded like a shriek. Happy binge week I hope to see you next week.

(C)
 Jun 2018 Angelina
shakila
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
the house is pretty
and so are you.

Orchids are white,
ghost ones are rare,
marbles are shiny
and so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
with buds like eggs,
the leather is tanned
and so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
up to the skies,
your sunlight is dazzling
and so are your eyes.

Fox gloves in hedges,
surround the farms,
the return is safe
and so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
relations are friendly
and so is your smile.

A Rose is beautiful
just like you.
 Jan 2018 Angelina
Dess Ander
Remember the time when we fell in love?
Good, because neither do I.
 Dec 2017 Angelina
MikeTheVike
...

Do you even still love me?
I can't help but think that
maybe we are falling apart,
like the spine of a book.
One that we've read over
a thousand times and gotten bored of
because we know how each other ends
You know that I will smother you
And I know that you will run
And even though I know this
I track down your inky footprints
with my pillow in tow
in hopes that by suffocating you
I will take your breath away
like they do in the movies.
But we are not actors and we read no script
This bleak romantic comedy
seems nothing but a tragedy
for I have nothing romantic or funny to say
all I have is the truth in that
I feel like maybe we made a mistake
So while you place your shoes by the door,
I will sleep with my pillow  on the floor,
waiting for us to lather, rinse, and repeat
the same **** cycle
that never washes clean
Never knowing if you will run away
for good next time
Never knowing if we were fated for others
Is that why you run? To find someone else?
Is that why I push? To put you through hell?
I can't answer these questions
all I know is I'll always have
my pillow

...
maybe I should just smother myself


...
© Mike Mortensen
 Nov 2017 Angelina
Morgan Mercury
21
 Nov 2017 Angelina
Morgan Mercury
21
It's late again and the room is dim
with candle lights taking over the night.
I'm swallowed in this empty space
counting the days.
How many moons must pass by
before I finally can fall asleep?
She no longer
is enough.
I've grown old.
I've grown slow.
I find my time lost in memories,
but I think it's now my turn to find someone
who looks at me like I'm glittering.
Show me the way,
Show me the signs,
I'm forgetting how to read.
Will I win,
Will, I walk,
I've seen this road before.
I've just never made it down to the end.
Luckily, the stars saw my grief and made amends with me.
They've kept me in the dark for so long,
and now are finally guiding me
through this terrain.
Through this rain.
Through the night.
Until I find someone who can carry me back
to the candle lights.
A poem about getting out of a funk and longing for love.
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