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 Feb 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
I have never liked the term

      "sloppy seconds"
                  
                  I believe that we renew ourselves with each love
 Feb 2016
Chameleon
I want to go back to being that
16 year old girl listening to
yellow by Coldplay and
wondering what life had in store
for me.
 Feb 2016
Shah Ahmed Farouq
I am a coward
I'm scared that I don't fit in the crowd
I'm afraid of giving my opinions out loud
I'm scared of the dark when the light goes out
I'm afraid of ghost that come out of the dark
I'm scared to take opportunities in font of me
I'm afraid of taking risk even if it's rewarding
I'm scared of falling in love with someone
I'm afraid of how it could destroy my soul inside
I fear that one day if I said "I love you"
Would be the very day that *I lose you
Yes I'm a coward
 Feb 2016
Viseract
Thought I was a demon
And I thought I was an angel
Now I know different:

I'm just a human,
With the potential of both
 Feb 2016
usagi
You forgot to love me in the places I am broken
Like the cracks of a frozen lake,
Inevitably I fell through to the cold water
you, out of my reach.
 Feb 2016
Joel Johnson
Someday soon
there we will be
together at last.
 Feb 2016
Finley in Despair
I never could have known
Although I am so grateful
That the most painful
Significant and
Distasteful moments
In my life
Would become

Me
The things that make us
 Jan 2016
Dead lover
Can't the rain, hear our pain-

To shower again,
When meet the lovers insane?

And drain the strain,
Inculcated by their brains?
 Jan 2016
Ayush B
When the night is cold; it's cold and numb,
Snowflakes they touch; they touch your skin,
You run to yourself; from yourself you run,
That's how solitude feels; solitude never felt like this.

Somehow I had to die; die to be reborn,
To find a map; a map of where I went,
Where the stars they shine; they shine brighter it seems,
Did this one thing; one thing it did for me.

To communicate the intensity; intensity of my inner world,
And be besides something; something I created,
This is why I write poetry; This is why I write poetry.
 Jan 2016
Ayush B
You should know that you're beautiful,
You'd never say but you make it obvious,
You see I would too love to ask you out,
Take a walk and lie under the sky,
And when the moment comes kiss you goodnight.

But you know every piece of my story,
A faint, distant and fading memory,
In every single face I search those traces,
Every single perfume I find her fragrance,
On every single crack I trace her kisses,
Her words rhymes with every single note,
It's lacking her beauty; every place I go,
I have wounds now where she used to touch,
Deep, invisible, old and rust,
Her name in every single wish I now repeat,
Haven't talked to god ever since,
In a divine entity I no longer believe.

Half of my heart is the best I can ever do,
But for the other half is what I'd be living for,
You see I would too love to ask you out,
But in the process of trying to fix myself,
I'd be slowly damaging you.
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