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  Oct 2015 Katrina
Dhaye Margaux
Sitting near the window
Looking for a shadow
Or to another shooting star
So she can make a wish once more...
Where are the shooting stars?
Katrina Oct 2015
I'm here to apologize for always making you wait
but please don't get tired of me just yet
As someone who claimed to love you, I know I haven't been that great
but there will be a time when we'll realize it was worth it ever since the day we met.
This poem was from him...
Katrina Sep 2015
I hate the idea of seeing you in  a coffin
me, at your wake
the very first time I'll see you
will be you sleeping so sound and calm
like you finally found true peace
if that would be the first and last photograph
that I will have of you
then, young man, I'm sorry
I have to dissapate it
for it won't do good for my photographic memory
even if I reject that photo in my mind
it will haunt me for years
forever let's say
and as much as how I hate the thought of seeing you lying in a coffin
that would be a lot worse than ever
P.S how do you italize and bold letters? Thanks (yep I know it's another ****** poem from me but thank you anyway for wasting a time of your life to read this poem and oh yeah, whenever I make poems I don't really put titles so yeah)
  Aug 2015 Katrina
Peanut


Many nights I have waited
Hoping my wish would be granted
To ride upon the luminous express
And kiss the cheeks of my dearly beloved

Luna


  Jul 2015 Katrina
phil roberts
Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"

Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again

Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"

Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives

                                    By Phil Roberts
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