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 Sep 2015
DiamondGirl
You see things
that others don't see-
you see me.
 Aug 2015
prc
the reason why i say
"no, i'm not pretty."
is because i do not refer myself
as beautiful or stunning or cute
i refer myself as art
if you look into my eyes
i can make you feel something
right then and there.
i like writing poems even though i'm not the greatest at it and plus i'm still kind of new. haha.
 Aug 2015
Luna
He held my hand
And let my head rest on his shoulders

I thought for a moment it was real
And that he'll make my fears go away

We stared at the moon
And laughed under her light

Until that day
That i learned it meant nothing to him

And it meant everything to me

Because i thought i can be loved
Only to have my emotions played

'Til i was more broken
Than i was before.
// i still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58
 Apr 2015
Jeffrey Pua
Stay...
...like an origami would.

© 2014 J.S.P.
 Apr 2015
Belle Victoria
people in love are more beautiful
than people who are not in love

you can see them becoming more awake
like for the first time something really matters

little lights shining in their eyes
when they hear the name of the person they adore most
the feeling that the time stops when you are with this human

but that wasn't the world I lived in

the princess in ******* you up
the queen of ******* you over
thats what they have always called me
and the only king I have ever had was a bottle of *****

every minute of the day we were talking
but whenever I was near you it always felt like sleepwalking

I didn't deserve a lover like you

you were like the gold I could never afford
you were like the clouds in the sky that I could never touch

life was a game and we were losing
or maybe I was just born different.
if I could write a song about you, it would be a love song.
 Apr 2015
ilina286
8w
Without a broken soul
You cant be poet.
 Apr 2015
Kate
I paint you in my poems.
 Apr 2015
Madness Viarti
Stitch me up with words and ink,
Between the pages, let the black sink,
For I am a tale,
One to be told,

Lest I become human and *****.

I am fragile, hold me tight between your pages,
There, I can live for lifetimes, for the endless ages,
Cover to cover, I shall be bound,
Until the next reader comes around,

Never shall it occur to me the words are simple cages,
Lest I become human, and *****.
 Apr 2015
Bailey Lewis
She didn’t believe him
When he called her
Beautiful
She didn’t mind
That the visible notches
Of her spine
Worried him
When he ran his hands
Down her back
He could feel every connection
Wrapped tightly in sinking skin
And despite the imperfections
He still believed
That she was a masterpiece
Crafted for the world to see
You're beautiful. Always remember that.

— The End —