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 Mar 2015 blythe
duhastnach
You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.

You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and *****.

You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.

You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.

You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.

You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.

You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.

You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.

You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.

You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.

You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.

You're the one that got away.
 Mar 2015 blythe
Umang K
Au Revoir
 Mar 2015 blythe
Umang K
Snow-covered
Memories
Of wooden homes
And thistle bushes,
And flowers the colour of
Almost spring, and
Frost-covered
Eyelashes,
Releasing crystals
With every blink;
Descending tufts
Of white littleness
Thawing
Against skin
 Mar 2015 blythe
cody dale
as the light fills in
the dark empty spots
i finally realize
what love is
you
are love
i lift higher
my soul feeling like
the first time i met you
when my heart began to beat
when i felt like a kid
my life rushes before my eyes
stupid things i did

like letting you go                                                               ­                                Filipendulous
in precipices of nefarous claws.
There you were in my nebulous fogs.
With emerald eyes,
burnished in heaven
smiling,
 buttressing this heart.
Credulity
for love
is the conflagration
that consumes me now.
Could this be fools' love?
Is this true love?
collab with jamie king he did the second paragraph i the first
the topic is love in death
 Mar 2015 blythe
Jamie King
The Strength of The female carrying a nation in her womb, leaders, criminal master minds and you.

Feeding clans, communities and villages, nurturing earth. Sheltering the youth, in storms of the future ahead, wiping your tears strengthening your heart again.

She is always there and has The Hands of warmth, holding you tight to lands of joy
Women are the pivots of our nations the true meaning of love the one true home within our hearts
 Mar 2015 blythe
epictails
I had a dream last night
and saw a little girl
who looked so much like me
she smiled oh so eagerly
her eyes glistening with joy
her ears red from the cold that was that world
her small hands anxious for my warmth

My heart broke in nostalgia
as I watched the life
in her face
the unbridled naivete
the peace that was her air
And tears flooded my eyes
as I met someone I used to know
a long time ago

How she became a stranger
*How I've become a stranger
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