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 Sep 2016
Sumit Bhaintwal
She was my favourite dream, and
I spent my whole life
Lying on the bed
Trying to dream
About her
Again.
 Sep 2016
JR Potts
i cannot imagine myself,
i mean the voice with whom I speak
who both doubt and believe (in me)
i cannot imagine that self
without you.
your silence a symphony
your words a philosophy
carefully constructed behind
the blue iris and white wash
of your eyes.

i cannot imagine my life
without you in the passenger seat
(you let me drive) and you've yet
to fall asleep
i can still feel you staring at me
and that self doesn't want to believe
(at least not on this particular day)
it's worthy of whatever good you see.
yet here you are, in all your quiet thunder
humbling me with each individual
breath.

i cannot imagine myself
because as much as i have wrestled
and fought against this inevitable truth
it grew more clear with every struggle.
i cannot imagine myself
because since the day i met you
i knew inside this mind of mine
i had to make room for two.
 Sep 2016
Crimsyy
I was drowning,
I was drowning,
but saved by thoughts of you,

Arms wrapped tight
arms with your mark,
with the bruise where your arms
lingered to hug away my wounds,

And I notice
how you keep me together
when seasons don't
match the weather;
it's spring and yet I
don't know what blooms in me.

I'll think twice
before i sacrifice my breath,
you've taught me flowers
can bloom out of the nicotine
in my lungs, infact;
the darkness can even be **the soil.
Alembic:
anything that transforms,
cleanses or purifies.
 Sep 2016
Nicole
The day that I saw you
I was already in love with you
You're now my world
You're now my everything

Every time I think of you
My heart beats so fast
Can't control my own feelings
My lips automatically smile

You are my Prince Charming
You're so handsome and intimidating
You are my art
You are my masterpiece

I keep thinking about you
Every morning every night,
suddenly my heart was on fire
I fought so hard not to cry

The man I fell in love with;
Is just a fantasy that I made
The man I fell in love with;
Was born in a most romantic book

The man I fell in love with;
Doesn't exist in this world
Sadly, the feeling that I felt,
Is UNREAL LOVE
 Aug 2016
K Balachandran
Darkness in waves, he finds in this ocean,
All round his world, even at high noon.
While seeking light in that dark continent,
In her eyes, a surprise; he encounters sun!
 Aug 2016
Priyanshi Dhawan
Perhaps it was
ina blink of those eyes
or maybe,
the way he softly carresed his hair
or the way
he sipped coffee
while we talked of galaxies and outer space
Or maybe,
it was in those discussions
little quirks
shy glances
or incomplete, unwanted goodbyes.
Maybe.
Maybe in nothing at all.
Maybe it was all just in my mind.
Maybe it was in the way
his eyes spoke what lips couldn't
or maybe they said nothing at all
Maybe that is how it always happens
we see what we want to see
we hear what we wish to hear
we feel what we desire to feel
we think because we crave love
but maybe,
it was there.
It was right there.
Maybe, I should have held his hand
when he reached out for mine.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
Who knows?
I don't know what has compelled me to write this peice, but I swear I'm not in love. xD
 Aug 2016
Ito
The night I met you,
you filled the void forever,
I felt loved and longed for...
A lie or my imagination,
I couldn't tell and I'd rather not know.

Every second I missed you,
I was being needy and you were new!
I've had my best moments when we were together,
regardless of the weather.
I'll always have my regrets.

I would still like to know the truth,
I'd fight for you in my youth,
I'd not care of the consequences,
Regardless of my senses.
**I'd lose it all to be with you...
7/31/2016  #Britney
 Aug 2016
Amanda Shelton
What if I fell in love with a poet?
Would his poetry bare witness to our intimacy?

Would he bare his soul to me,
through his words and ink?

Would I become his poem,
his inspiration and aspirations?

Would his lips bare and sweet,
leave a poetic dream for me;
to caress and meet him there?

Would we become naked and wild,
like a warm spring air
that breathes our passions
into its bloom?

What if I fell in love with a poet ?

Would we become one,
or would he spoil our love with
his wicked word’s?

What if I fell in love with a poet?

Would he be like his poetry;
rare, smooth, and grungy?

There's only one lover for me,
that would be poetry.

© By Amanda Shelton
 Aug 2016
Stephan


Upon a beach of silken sand,
neath nighttime's wondrous skies
Stars aglow of heavens hand,
soft moon beams fill your eyes

With gentle seas awash the shore,
the scent of ocean wind
A shooting star our smiles explore,
as dreams once more begin

Now glistening on waters blue,
a hypnotizing light
Illuminates this love so true,
I feel for you this night

In solitude of gentle flow,
the touch of fingertips
A canopy of evening glow,
my kiss upon your lips

This universe is ours to hold,
amongst the stars we'll play
Of secrets now our hearts have told,
beneath the Milky Way
 Aug 2016
Death-throws
Im confuddled.
Confused
Bemused

Im in love  with you,
So tender and true,
A love as old as time
But still it feels so new

Im learning  every day and night
What monsters keep you up at night
I think i know how to hold  you right

And keep you so amused

Im fearful that ill loose your  attention.
Im terrified of the things i best not mention
But if i do one thing right in my life.

It would be staying with you. My love.
My life
My wife
 Jul 2016
possibly
I don't know the touch of your hands on mine,
I don't know how you look at 7 in the morning.
I don't know your favourite nursery rhyme,
I don't know the weight of your arm on my neck.
I don't know how you look when you are in love,
or how you manage to laugh on days where smiling is impossible.
I don't know what you're most scared to lose,
or how many times you have.
I don't know the feeling of your lips on mine,
or why God modeled the oceans after your eyes.
I don't know why I can listen to you speak for hours on end
and never get bored,
or how my definition of 'home' is so encapsulated by one person.
I don't know, and that's okay.
You can teach me.
Seasons change
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