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 Nov 2015
what a waste
I brought your letter
to the edge of a creek
where black birds reign
and the red ants crawl
I left it with the current
All your worth
A handful of words
Bottled to preserve
I left it with the current
and watched it drift away
I left it with the current
and watched you slip away
 Nov 2015
Bryana Twice
with two flat thumbs
I am trying  
to work  
a couple of knots
out of your shoulder blade
one not is you  
one definitely not is me
yet I'm tracing
warm circles
kneading  
the cut of  your spine
needing
the cut of your spine!

should I?
should I  
be kneading
the  distance  
between us thin ?
I could complete
this instant massage
by simply needing  

*the scent of your skin
We are far apart.
 Nov 2015
g clair
Not sure how it landed here,
I found it in my lot
and bending down to pick it up
amused at what I'd got

I looked a little closer
since I had a little time
It's a good thing that  I bothered  
for the thing inspired this rhyme.

Though you can't tell from poetry
if the writer knows your name
I could see by four lines in
the gender and it's aim.

The poem, it was well written
on a scrap and by his hand
just two lines in, I'm smitten
although four is my demand.

and this one was a couplet
seems he'd written it for fun
just four lines to tell his girl
she's got his heart undone.

as giddy as my thoughts can be
this struck me sad, my dear,
since poems that mean to say as much
are often less than clear.

The first two lines he scribbled down
were warming at the start
" I'd love to drive you home tonight
and fire up your heart."

The second two I do believe
had crumpled note in part,
"If I could have that honor, dear
I'll need some gas to cart."

I understood his poetry
weird rhymes can flow with ease
apparently his bottom line
was not a point to please.

Or maybe he had never passed
that note, and thrown it down
perhaps the wind had taken it
and blown it through the town

and just perhaps it ended up
this couplet, just for me
to understand how words can halt  
or fuel my love for thee.
 Nov 2015
Lily
You say...
"Hate me."
I tried: ...I love you.
You say...
"Forget me."
I tried: ...I love you.
You say...*
"I am deeply in love with you"
I said...*
"Goodbye."
©Lily M Sky
And still, madly in love but too stubborn to admit it to you. So here goes the feelings I was to prideful to say outloud.
 Nov 2015
Nicola Lou
How can you be here one minute and be gone the next
A body encapsulating the the wonder of my world
And now my body breaks, breaks down to forget your face
My memory of your beauty slips

Slips from the clutches of my mind but not of my heart
Tightening with the reminder that you are like the rest
Mortal.
My heart is a planet
Or was
Because now it's
An asteroid belt
That floats
Ceaselessly
Around the sun
The bright star
That is you
 Nov 2015
chris
remember when we
were little kids?

we used to say that
we would never do
drugs and do bad
things, like break
other people, or hurt
them.

all those little lies and
promises fill up the jar
of lies i keep hidden
underneath my bed.

"i'll protect you"

"i won't hurt you"

"i love you"

all those small, little lies
actually hurt and they
leave a mark on my skin

marking me as the one
who was stupid and
foolish enough to fall for
such a simple lie.
 Nov 2015
glassea
23
don't tell me you love me
not like that
if you truly knew me
you'd know that
i'll never say it back
wow i write a lot of poems about my aromanticism
it's kinda important for me if you couldn't tell
 Nov 2015
ghost dad
he told me my hair smelt like campfire
only so he could burn me to the ground
first thing in a really long time its 5:40 i havent slept yet
 Nov 2015
s
my favorite part is the dew while yours is the sunrise
days left for us, only few, isnt forever but still nice

my favorite part is the night while yours is the sun
if loving you isnt right, i dont care bcs its still amazing

my favorite part is the leaf while yours is the flower
i never want to leave you but it so hart to get us together

my favorite part is when winter, while yours is when summer
would you warm my heart even it already frozen?

my favorite part is the sea while yours is the mountain
ill never set you free but im afraid you wont come back again

my favorite part is blue sky while yours is the white cloud
when you say goodbye my hearts screaming loud

my favorite part is the moon while yours is the dark sky
please come back soon before i say goodbye

my favorite part is the dust while yours is the solid ground
i gave you all my trust but you just left me a wound
tbh this is not my poetry, it's someone else's that i used to know. he's pretty good at writing poetry. I love his poetry, I hope you guys do.
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