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 Oct 2014
nivek
the hair on heads is to keep the warmth in
so why cut it
Magnetizing physics
Magnetic chemistry
Precise mathematics
Bubbling biology
Histrionic history
Attired economics
Refined fine arts
Electrifying looks
Electronic vision
Scintillating psychology
Ventilating physiology
Tantalizing mechanics
Tranquilizing metabolism
Dynamic damsel
Oh! What a scientific disposition?
Kudos to the Big-Bang Beautician.
 Oct 2014
Daan
I decided to be lazy
and in comfort,
while I could be planting
love and growing experiences
like crazy.

While I could have studied,
worked for days,
have gratification,
on me bestowing
an honest to god translation
of matter to mind.

Behind on tasks
I did not choose the latter,
I decided to be lazy.

Maybe I am crazy
Love is an excuse for people who lack the looks or the confidence to meet up with their instincts.

And it's a **** good one
sometimes
 Oct 2014
LN
There are too many days between us,
all filled with absence;
of words
of you
time incessantly steals moments
my heart may beat today but not tomorrow
and now you are not here
to hear how beautiful your name sounds like
uttered out of the purest love my heart can bleed.
 Oct 2014
bones
Missing words
softly surge
through her silence
again
like long
soothing fingers
of whispering
rain
that soak
their way in
through her bare
thirsty skin
until
not a dry moment
remains
.
 Oct 2014
Terra Lopez
holy shift
you are a mess, darling
no longer my darling
i happily hand you off
to yet another one of your broken limbs
and sing a solemn hymn
quietly under my breath

"thank god, there's nothing of her left"
 Oct 2014
Aditi
You
Either leave
Or
Stay long enough
To
See "him" turn into
A stranger.

Oh,
boy,
I guess
I looked into your
Soul
For too long
To ever go
Back to being
"Just friends"


You
Either leave
Or
Stay long enough
To feel
Yourself fading
from "his"thoughts
Just like how
Dews evaporate
Once they see
The sun.

Oh,
Boy,
I was nothing
But a voice in your head.
And now that I've been replaced,
I wonder how long
Till i cease to be


You
either leave
Or
Stay too long
To witness
his eyes go blank
To watch him
See right through you.

Oh
Boy,
You were long gone
Even when you were
holding my hand
I knew you were
Wandering far away


You
Either leave
Or
stay long enough
To
Watch him leave.*

Oh,
Boy,
But I'm
Still holding on to you
Long after
You have let go.*

[Nothing good stays. I could never leave, so i guess that makes sense]
A random poem. Been so long since i posted. I hope you guys enjoy
Devils eat your soul
Your mind gets cracked
Everything that makes you is dark
You breath the world's evil intentions
And you create your own demon
You take your pen and draw every lie that has been told and every person you would love to hurt
The sun covered with the clouds
Tears of joy turned into tears of pain
There is no more me anymore there is just the desire to make people bleed and suffer
I want to burn every part of my body and feel how it makes me feel
The monster in me is strong enough to devour any good in the world and turn it to the most hedious place in the world
 Oct 2014
Rupal
Don't create
Friends
or
Enemies...

You'll get
caught up
in your
own creation...

Learn to
remain in
solitude
with everything
around you*...
 Oct 2014
III
She was the kind of girl
Worth dancing with
     In the middle of the living room
To the music
Of late night television.

She was the kind of girl
Who made the sky dizzy
     Whenever it looked down at her
Because she was
More vast than the sea.

She was the kind of girl
You wanted to kiss
     In each and every snow drift
Because her lips
Were warmer than any jacket.

She was the kind of girl
Who held you at night
     And whose arms lingered
Because when she was gone
You still felt her around you.

She was the kind of girl
People drag themselves
     From their beds and walk to work
Because they needed to care
For a necessity like her.

She was the kind of girl
Who made you trip over
     Words you wished were nearly as lovely as her,
Because she was the embodiment
Of all you ever wanted to say

To swoon the stars and put the moon in your back pocket.
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