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 Oct 2015
kellkaym
I've fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious.
I've fallen for your smile, which makes me giddy for no reason at all.
I've fallen for our late night talks, when 1 am arrives far too quickly.
I've fallen for our jokes, which I'll remember days later and burst into laughter.
I've fallen for how you can make my day better, even if I wanted to cry a minute before.
I've fallen for every second I get to spend with you, even if those seconds will always leave me wanting more.
 Oct 2015
Stu Harley
a place to dream
a place to fly
are
the
only
silent
spaces
in
the sky
 Oct 2015
Stefan Smith
I never really
understood
The beauty of Jesus's death,
Or the love He showed
as He bled
Until I heard my grandmother
Hopelessly
cry for forgiveness
Through a whisper,
on her deathbed.
His grace is a beautiful thing.
 Oct 2015
Lily
Bitter thoughts flooding me again
I don't know how to swim
Almost up my neck now
Somebody help me
Save me from drowning
 Oct 2015
e n v y
Wandering aimlessly down this road
My pointless journey left my mind cluttered
Confused and dazed, I felt my heart shatter
Everything around me reminded me of you.

I passed down a shop with beautiful flowers
To ease my disoriented heart, I bought a bouquet
Hoping that these flowers would convey
What my heart really wanted to say

Yet on my quest to reclaim your heart I failed
I saw you with another man, away you trailed.
I felt my heart sinking under the weight
Of losing somebody I love, I was too late.

That night, I tried to rid my mind of you.
Standing silently, my teary eyes glittered in the moonlight.
It took only a few moments
for me to realize how the flowers reminded me of our love.

The poor roses that sat near the window lost its color.
I realized that like flowers, my heart was withering.
Inside this heart of mine was nothing but pain,
as I relive everything that happened that day.
 Oct 2015
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Oct 2015
Z
'but suddenly, you're 30 and blasting the songs that you wanted to die to when you were 15.'
Until then...
 Oct 2015
Christine
break me
shatter me
then ruin me

take everything from me
make me feel rage
and let me forget what happiness was
then strip my innocence away

now, let hell break loose.
 Oct 2015
Sadie
Time is but a concept that we all fall for.
Time is just a rendition of
     a song the stars play by
Yet here we all are
     thinking we've got all the
            time in the world
While it slips by faster than
     you can say
            goodbye.
I've been loving playing with spacing, because then it comes out sounding differently, and better in my head.
Copyright @ Sadie Whitney
 Oct 2015
Dr Strange
You're always running away
Running never looking the other way
But what are you running from
Are you really that afraid of the pain that you try your best to disappear from society
As if society is the source of your true sorrow
As if the pain is not an inner sensation that erupts in your heart
Where are you going to go anyways
Aren't you tired of always running away
Don't you want to run towards something for a change
Have something other than yourself to love and cherish
I can see that look in your eyes
That look of emptiness and dispair
"Stop hurting yourself",they yell
Just stop and turn around
There is nothing chasing you away but you're still afraid
What are you afraid of, yourself?
You use to be stronger than this
Always running towards danger to protect those you loved
Now you're just a shell of your former self
SNAP OUT OF IT ALREADY!
Stop running
It's going to be okay
 Oct 2015
Isabel Lights
you don't tempt me
you entrance me
and I give in

the way you kiss
repells my tensions
it's the perfect combination
soft, wet, vicious, caring
i crave you more and more

the way your skin grazes me
igniting every nerve ending of mine
sends me to somewhere like heaven
where you are my celestial wonderland

the way your eyes lock with mine
gentle, unguarded gazes
veiled with stories of mysteries and untold futures
i will read them with you someday

the way i feel with you
wanted, desired, loved
helpless, foolish, lost
but always at peace

i want to be near you
even if I'm not beside you
i don't want to forget a thing about you
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