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 Apr 2015 bluestarfall
blythe
Boys
 Apr 2015 bluestarfall
blythe
'Hey, Beautiful!'
That is how boys get attention;
Saying sweet cherry-topped words
Sounds romantic and endearing;
Words of praises
For those pretty faces;
But they don't plan to stick till the end
To them, love is just a game -
The first to fall loses;
When the game is over,
A new playmate is what they'll look for.
No offense to all the guys here. I am just writing my thoughts about those boys who think girls are just toys whom they can play with and dispose of anytime they got bored of playing. I think guys are not all like that, hopefully. :)
And it suddenly occurred to me,
With a twirl of my purple umbrella
And whirl of raindrops racing to
The ground, that we all look like
Flowers from up high on rainy days.

You see, the sky had told me that
Perception is a silly thing, not unlike
Our planted kin; the dirt our past,
Rooted in memories we seek to sustain;
Drinking Time like water, a Sun tamer.
 Apr 2015 bluestarfall
Jamie King
In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears turn to prey, their
tales are now marred by pain.
The starved and broken pick
away
The pieces of the heart that bleeds in vain,
breeding dismay.
Scarlet footprints on the road to heal again
broken Hearts and healing souls sometimes the healing souls are the heartbreakers
# double entendre # triple entendre
Desolate beach---
trudging alone,
an old memory
with a hook sharp,
pulls him backwards,
wobbly foot prints
on soggy sand--
instead of her petite feet
playfully filling each,
puddles appear,
reminding
the pools of tear
in her sad eyes,
at the moment
they parted for ever
without even a word.
 Apr 2015 bluestarfall
Huy Nguyen
I wanna hold you in my arms.
Embrace the warmth of you in my chest.
And then bury my face in your hair.
And slowly caress with gentle kisses on your head.
Make you feel like you're protected,
Make you feel like you belong here.
Then run my fingers through your hair,
And I'll tell you how beautiful you look tonight.
And as we kiss I'll playfully bite your lips.
The rest is a mystery.
When you're in like with someone.
 Apr 2015 bluestarfall
Carolin
Did you see the war zone
in her head. The dark clouds
coming crashing in. How her
sun bled every afternoon
with different shades of red.
Did you see scars on her hips
and hands ? The lines by razor
blades on her delicate skin ?
Did you see how she walked
with pride out of it all leaving
the chaos she had in her head
behind ? How she slipped her
boots on and walked out of it
holding the red rose with it's
thorns ? She found someone
to push her dark clouds away.
Someone to share her life with
and play. Someone with a shining
light to keep her safe. To guide
her night and day. Someone who
told her it's going to be ok* ~
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