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 Apr 2015
Donna Bella
Beautiful words
Beautiful sounds
Beautiful voice
Music
Musician
I fell in love
How can I have ******* with words that enter my ears?
It's beautiful
It makes my ears tingle
 Apr 2015
katrinawillrich
Genetics couldn’t engineer a code for
How much you get on my **** nerves.
 Apr 2015
Stu Harley
colossal ferris wheels
delicious red candy apples
and
pink cotton candy clouds
wrapped around
long lollipop sticks
what make
the color of your dreams
 Mar 2015
Stu Harley
what make a poem
is the energy
that push
the boundary of
our words
thus
paint pastel colors
of words
that move
around
in our heads
thus
move us
through an ocean
with tides and waves
that make us see
mango orange
reindeer red
peacock blue
mustard seed green
mesa moon indigo
indian smoke white
almond brown
sun mountain purple
 Mar 2015
BangzIII X
Yes,there's nothing I love more than turbulance.
The breath taking,
eye widening,
teeth clenching thrill of it all..
And what I love about it most is your face when your legs are spread far apart like newly weds after an ugly divorce,
nevermind the other passengers,
that fine attendant asked if she could join.
I'm known as a Pilot too,so lemme assure you of a safe arrival,
this flight could be waaay better than the peak of most highs,
and can never be spoilt..I never knew a cat that was ever this moist.
Or a fish that never needed water,but I don't eat mine raw,
unless the caviar looks right.

So lemme show you the skies,
soar all planes of ******* and ofcourse I'll open your mind.
You can keep your heart,
what's below your diaphragm is what I want,
only if the diaphragm's motion can be paused from below and above..

Welcome to the Mile High Club.
In each others arms
Waves of you/me conjoining
As we become one
In sweet singularity
Igniting supernovae
Tanka
 Mar 2015
L
Reminder:

Stop making your body a home for broken men with misshapen dreams of romance.
 Mar 2015
ejrmaguire
The indigo of your ink...
The Cerulean sky overhead...
 Mar 2015
Jicho Piramidi
The birds sing to me
Bombs explode in the distance
Just another day.
 Mar 2015
Crucifix
Sunrise fleeting by.
Cherry blossoms falling by.
like stars in clear sky's.
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