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 Sep 2015
Doofinity
Though apart,
most every day
Our fiery bond,
finds its way
Each moment,
with longing to be near
Yet held steadfast,
in our hearts so dear
Adventures and travels,
far away
Love burns stronger,
eternal we stay
Through it all,
we persevere
Souls connected,
in the mirror.
I see you in my eyes' reflection, you are always with me, my heart's connection
 Sep 2015
JR Falk
I want to get so drunk I forget my own name.
The problem is, I think I'd still remember yours.
I've done everything I can to forget you except forget you,
and I don't think it's ever going to work.
11:09pm
9/6/2015

sigh
 Sep 2015
NvrMnd
..
*Nasayang na Oras
Ako'y nakaposas
'Di makawala
sa mga bagay
na nawala.
 Sep 2015
Born
"Born"*
was created from lost hopes
dead dreams
unwritten tales
tough waves

"Born"
has magnitudes of words to be spoken
to be written
to be heard

"Borns"
profile is simple

If I told you my story*

You wouldn't be satisfied
You wouldn't understand it
you would seek more of it
and still beg me to stop narrating it
you won't bear the pains
but you will crave for the joys

"Born"
is most about reality, life
not much fiction
 Sep 2015
TigerEyes
Ken and Barbie drive around
in their matchbox cars in my small town
its bright yellow with a stripe you'll see
how hard they try, and wanna be
admired by everyone /including me
stepford wives, and soccer moms
stepford husbands mowing lawns
with perfect twins that keep them in
competition to hide their sins
their tongues spew knives from their lips
about a neighbor that's not so hip...
they're so busy judging everyone
they don't notice flowers in the sun
words, or art -- or people like me
that don't fit in the picture they see
I stand alone in my small town
while Ken, and Barbie drive around.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove  September 4th, 2015
 Sep 2015
Gaffer
The lady in the glossy boots
What do you know
You sparkle
The mirrored floor reveals the price
What the hell, red is my favourite colour
Yours or mine, on company time
Champagne to go
Lets drink a toast
Red is my favourite colour
His blood became mine
When you shot him down
Just a name in the snow
You didn’t know
Now it’s too late
What do you say, bottle of wine
Red is my favourite colour
Do you feel naked, is it true
The Scorpion tells me it’s you
I’m in your mind, like you knew
Silk sheets sliding inside you
We pause to pursue
Red is my favourite colour
I watch as you open the door
Watch as you beckon them through
You smile, the Scorpion stings true
They died quick, not you
His blood became mine
When you shot him down
Just a name in the snow
Now you know
As the knife cuts you
Deeper and deeper
Till the blood runs through
Lets drink a toast
Before you go
Did I tell you
Red is my favourite colour.
 Sep 2015
Sara Beth Cannon
Words are such peculiar things.
They can be a balm to invisible wounds.
Or the very weapon that inflicted them.
If only you could take them back.
And with them the hurt.
Things would be so different.
Maybe these words will reach you.

I'm sorry,
For what it's worth.

But words are just words,
Without the feelings behind them.
And unfortunately my feelings,
Have no words.
 Sep 2015
From A Heart
Forgive me, my love
My numb heart beats too fast
It twisted your words into lies
It turned your intentions to motives

My foolish heart makes me doubt
And you have gotten closer
Mend it, if you please
But make it quick

My deceitful heart will fool me
Its lies will be truths
And may never be honest again
But then neither will you

So please hurry,
Save my heart from freezing
For you're turning antagonist
Becoming stone
just in case
 Sep 2015
Sarah
I always wanted to
be in love

to feel the incessant
fire of
passion,
longing,
needing
someone all the
time

and now that I have fallen
plunged into the
pewter shades
of the prison
that is
obsession,
I want to go back

Love is a road that
forks into
a myriad
of arteries
where once
in the pulse
of continuity
one cannot
regress

I'd never wish
the
hopeless pain of
insatiable love
on
anyone
 Sep 2015
Lyra
-X
I'm afraid to ask
what you think of me
because I know your reply would be



*I don't.
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