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 May 2021
JK Cabresos
my legs are heavy
before i even realize
that i'm awake,
words are floating
in my veins
trying to escape
the endless
stream of thought,
imprisoned
beyond the walls
of my mind—
i failed
to pen mysteries
in a blank canvas
 Sep 2016
JK Cabresos
A home for broken dreams,
painted with memories
and regrets.
 Aug 2016
Lovey
You're heart is a song.
You're eyes are my favorite place to get lost.
You're love is my favorite thing to sink into.
Our little talks, our smiles, our stares at each other, our silence, our story. They are all my favorite dreams.

You.
I love you, more than I thought.
Secretly you took my heart over.

-Lovey.
 Oct 2015
Lovey
I told a woman her child died. I told a mother her child will never be there again. I told a mother the bright beautiful dreaming girl she raised and watched grow is no longer breathing. I broke a persons soul. I told a father her princess died. I broke their soul as well. I made a promise to keep this princess alive and stand by her side no matter how much she hurt me, no matter how much she hated me at times, she wanted to **** near **** me and my friends, but I loved her. She smiled so delightly, she passed through days so peacefully. She wasn't sad truthfully she wasn't. I knew her like the back of my hand I knew every little sign every little thing about her. She wasn't sad entirely. No one can truthfully say they aren't sad deep down about something. But ive come to learn a thought, a thought of death, a thought of blood dripping down your arms, a thought of curiousity of who would care. Sometimes that thought that urge the need to find out is all it takes. The princess of my life. The light tk the worst times ever. Shes gone, no sign, no pulse, no hint of why. Her pale skin is ice. Her eyes are closer. Her hair is on the side. Her wrist on her waist. Her feet turned to the side. She fell, she fell to the ground. Her sweet voice is gone. She was a dreamer, a dreamer who actually made the dreams come true. She made life an ok thing. I don't know many who cant say she could rebuild the world if it fell. A strong girl died. A wonderious princess fell. I told the mother this princess has simply died.. The promise I made so much while ago became a thing to pursue blame. To tell a mother her child died. Well it haunts you for ever. You never get back the thing you are so delighted to have in your life. Its like ripping your life you made away from you and crushing it. Its torture.. Having a child die is one thing, having the child be yours. That's your death right there you don't life after that its only pure death from then on. The blame will mostly forever be put on me. Because of a promise I couldn't keep. But a little thing the princess taught me. Show your pain even if your high titled or looked up to cause what's a good hero with no emotion or realism. -Lovey
The most brightest girl died from suicide yesterday. Lyla will forever be missed.
 Sep 2015
kenny Diamond
i am not everyone cup of tea
love or hate me in end i am just me.
The ones who miss out don't see the greatness which is me
I can t be sheep that u want  to see
I am man just in deep in my thoughts
Looking in world with an different light
I hate the feeling of the mask
There no smoke and stain glass windows
But in end you are just blind by the image you want to see.
 Sep 2015
Jude Jaden
Woke up, these morning
Saw the cloudy like, rainbow
cotton candy, so edible
Felt like, angels lies on the cloud,
whipping some colors on it,
colors like, snow white,
pale red-peach-yellow-orange,
its radiance, affected
my sight, lost my blink, by minutes,
somehow bewitching,
rarely inexplicable moments.....
I wish that very minutes eternal,
I was pacified and ease.
 Sep 2015
Jude Jaden
Failed once,
there's always second,
Failed again,
there's always next.
Read about Colonel Harland D. Sanders, inspired me to build this quotes.
 Sep 2015
Jude Jaden
The sun, smiles unceased
smiles even more, by seeing our happiness, excitement, cheerfulness
and
It says "good morning" every day, by
shining our day, shining every life.
 Sep 2015
Cecil Miller
Is it love or is it lies?
Perhaps both, or neither,
Inflamed by need,
Quenched by self,
Swollen with desire.
Imagination fans the fire
Until the floorboards creak outside my door
- Then I brink for her no more.
She-bob, he-bop, a we-bop
 Sep 2015
Melissa S
One pulls me down in a sea of tenderness
safe gentle lapping waves of love and comfort
so soothing like a warm summer pond in the south
He is my anchor

The other loves me like a wild forbidden passionate rush
an all consuming type of love, making the world disappear
clinging to a life raft in a turbulent sea
He is my storm

Enticing waters with the luminous waves that can tempt the dead from their bed. My soul longs for both. I cannot drift off to peaceful sleep until the waves of desire find their sweet release. A wondrous storm of love in a turbulent sea or a steadfast anchor that has taken hold on a part of me
 Sep 2015
Rainey Birthwright
listen -
hear no sound, feel
only wind on its way, ghostly
nothings, but hush to sharp wings
of ocean birds so fraying as they cut
the sky, shuttle to fairways, far aways,
in plaintive cries, i hear what they say,
sailing into the jeweled skylights, but i
am only weight of air, still on ground,
i mumble out, sidle the bone tides
that roll to land, grains of clarity,
i am mist and tear, a world
of hollow, i am that sound -
of ocean in a shell.
 Sep 2015
Steele
Vibrations in lilac
across a silver face.
That's the image of you
that I conjure and brew
in my cauldron. I waste
no imagination; It's Lilac.
Silver and vibration. Back
to the time when we were new
and untouched by the black brew
that I stir in my mind when I think of you.
But now, when I think of it...
The world's boiling over.
and I don't know what to do.
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