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 Jun 2015
Bharti Singh
I can move mountains
With your little love equal to a mole
With the tiniest corner in your heart
I can make fractions into a whole
Beauty has no definite description because people view things differently,
Wear makeup because you feel like adding a touch of your creative skills to your face,not because its a mask of your true face,
Beauty may not be seen by many because its misunderstood
Beauty is different...
 Jun 2015
R
**** i am so weak
why am i letting my thoughts get to me?
i don't want to, but i want to and
i can't seem to decide if i just
miss the feeling of a blade on my skin or
i just miss feeling.
im so numb and dead and empty
please ignore this, it will be better in the morning
 Jun 2015
Chris
~

Your love is the island
I am happily stranded on
They can't all be profound  :)
 Jun 2015
Jade
Sometimes you don't have to speak
I can understand without a squeak
When we lay side by side
Your breath in time with mine
When we go out together
And see something queer
We only have to swap looks with each other
So don't say you're okay
When I know you're angry
Don't be afraid to make me cry
I'm more afraid of times
When our hearts don’t align
 Jun 2015
Nicole
I've been feeling like I'm losing myself,
can you help me find it ?
 Jun 2015
Traveler
The quest for identity
Is lost in a universe
Of reason gone amidst
 Jun 2015
Chris
~
“Rise this early morn with me,
so your beauty I may see”
~
My morning is perfect,
the sky crystal clear
A bright sun is shining,
soft breezes I hear

Flowers are blooming,
midst glistening dew
My morning is perfect,
my morning is you
 Jun 2015
Nikita
Laughing burns calories
So instead of going for a run
Let's just watch a comedy instead
(/^▽^)/
 Jun 2015
Chris
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I am what you read,
*you are what I write
Not sure this makes sense, but it does to me.  :)
 Jun 2015
niamh
She blooms like a rose
Being choked by noxious weeds.
She will survive this
Another rose poem!! Never let them drag you down!
 Jun 2015
Alice Morris
Apricot tinged skies
with crisp, sparkling greens below
eerie mist between
 Jun 2015
Rebecca Leven-Hill
I didn't fall for him
I simply tripped
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