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 Sep 2014 j
gwen
myth 1
 Sep 2014 j
gwen
absence does not make
the heart grow fonder; absence
makes the heart **forget.
 Sep 2014 j
Emily Anne Schumann
You are all the light
I have ever seen
And the poem
I have never
Been able to write.
The first time we kissed, I wrote you a poem with my tongue
I tucked it in right in the back of your mouth, between your gums and all that darkness
I never said anything but I tasted it all on your tongue
I tasted all of your pain, and inhaled all of your lonely
Even then
beneath my mouth
you still didn't feel like a person
you only felt like home
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
and I wonder if I kissed you like a heart beats
soft to slow
slow to quick
would I find my poem still nestled where I placed it
I wonder if my words helped **** the bitter alone
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
when we first traced scars and shared past lives
when we first shared our DNA
and I guess after all this time
what I want to say is
even underneath all that pain and lonely
there is a star hidden within those petals you call a mouth
that there is a sweetness to that bitter
that you are still my only home
 Sep 2014 j
Christal Tan
i
caught
a glimpse
of
your
alluring eyes
but
you
swiveled
them away
with no
sign
of
vigilance
within
and
all
of
a sudden
an
indescribably
pain
grew
in intensity
inside
of
me.
 Sep 2014 j
ohjamie
Six
 Sep 2014 j
ohjamie
Six
Talked til 6am--
thought it meant something, but I
am nothing to you.
Encountering Temporaries:
A HAIKU SERIES
 Sep 2014 j
Emmanuel Coker
How does it feel to fall out of love?
To wake up one morning, and say that you're done
Make up your mind, and tell me, it's fine
To fall out of love, 'cos you were never mine?

Love in itself can never be defined
It is a feeling that's blissful and divine
To love and be loved in return
I doubt, you'll ever see something as much fun

Don't you remember all you once said?
About our undying love and these feelings we shared
Do all these thoughts run in your head?
Or are they left blank, like my space on your bed

You woke up one morning, and said we were done
So I ask you, how did it feel, when you fell out of love?
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