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 Jan 2015 Mariah
Haydn Swan
If we held an embrace under our favourite tree
would the moon kiss our eyes and make them see,
silver banners and sparkles in the mist
all of the darkness is turning sunkissed,
we'll dance our waltz under the crystal shards
amongst the ruins of our house of cards
twisting and twirling on the hands of time
as the bells on the clock start to chime,
peppermint tears over a turquoise sea,
promise you the world under our favorite tree.
 Jan 2015 Mariah
Gul e Dawoodi
She loves to watch sunsets ,
Because of the feeling she gets,
She burns inside and sheds tear,
Just like a candle when it melts ,
She is afraid of what life brings,
And how one's fate swings,
She is afraid to fall for someone,
Who might treat her like 'no one' ,
She is afraid to lose their trust ,
Who do for her; their best.
Well...I just tried to write something different from my previous writes. e.e
 Jan 2015 Mariah
Tiberias Paulk
Sometimes I miss the mark, yet at others aim is true
the tinder takes the spark, I only slightly misconstrue
at times I'm fully broken and it may not translate well
but when the word's perfectly spoken I fall under a spell
then begins the out pour, at first glance it's from my mind
though inspiration opens doors, to the words I'd never find
 Jan 2015 Mariah
Ryan
gardens.
 Jan 2015 Mariah
Ryan
purple mountains crash the land
up, erupting, breaking through
in all their violent violet majesty
so i feel breaking into you
a release of unfathomable force
the kinetic energy of earth built up
stored for a break in the surface
a hairline fracture of the psyche
the downfall of a fallen fool

you led me through your garden
your hand held soft in mine
like a delicate budding of a rose
more beautiful than our surroundings
more natural than the earth we trod
amidst a scenic world of strange beauty
and i only want to look into your eyes
to get lost among their winding paths
waiting for you to find me, wandering
 Jan 2015 Mariah
baz
rations
 Jan 2015 Mariah
baz
tonight i realized
that you do not entirely belong to me

and that the best days
really are the first to flee
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