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 Nov 2014 Dark Musings
Brittany
And from my  heart,
It is born,
pure and warm
Skipping through my body and making a trail of  tiny explosions
of happiness
Traveling to my fingertips which flex and clench,
as if there was something there to hold.
My chest tightens
trying to capture it but it escapes
to my throat getting stuck
Trying to wrap itself in sounds but
nothing  seems to fit quite right
So it floats
to my brain dwelling in a tizzy
trying to find the words
to describe how you make me feel.
I wish that when I sigh (because I feel so breathless)
my breath could manifest into a being and drift
to you
Settling on your skin, dotting it with small bursts of heat
as it pinballs around your  brain, leaving
a pleasant weight on your chest as it gently falls
upon your heart
and never again would we struggle to find the right words.
 Nov 2014 Dark Musings
EJ Aghassi
every one of those doves
so willing a martyr of love
yearning for a grave
if on roses they're laid

convinced that the pain
is drastic necessity
dramatic breath
bated and sporadic
reeking of that yearning
& I love every single one of you
 Nov 2014 Dark Musings
ellie
A work of art both intricate and simplistic,
a minimalist masterpiece of personality and emotion,
screaming teen heart breaks and whispered memories,
sweeping curves and harsh thick lines crossing and dodging each other to create a piece filled with empty hollow beauty,
embodied as the ****** scabs and old stitched scars painted on her wrists.
a beautiful and personal piece of art, a blade for a brush and her flesh as the canvas and thick oozing blood and dried up scabs as her pencil and paint
 Nov 2014 Dark Musings
Céline
She looked into his heart and saw her reflection

She traveled unaccesible corners of his mind and the bumpy ride made her question depth

She explored the wrinkles of his shivery hands to make her way down to the bruises in the most hidden places of his body.

A temple was offered to her
A whole new forever unsteady universe.
Poetry is the heartbeat of life;
Each poem develops us from existence to experience.
It is the answer to all forms of strife,
For every single word written
Delivers an unspoken truth by the giver.
It acts as if it is the logic behind literature
A fire driven by the desire of every creature.
To make up the pavement on the road less traveled by,
To not just gather roses but make use of them,
To realize that the fault is not in the stars, but in us,
To not be resigned in living a life of quiet desperation.

Robert Frost, Robert Herrick, William Shakespeare and Henry David Thoreau,
They are noble men.
They are poets.
They have understood that poetry sustains life.

Poetry is a noble pursuit.
It is needed to sustain life
Thus it develops us to a greater form of humans
We are slaves to its will
For we merely not write poetry;
For it is poetry which writes us.

An Ode To Poets,
To honour them for their noble deeds.
An Ode To Poets,
To live by their noble deeds.
I feel blank
I feel useless
I feel the goosebumps on my skin

I feel hatred
I feel love
I feel the problems I am in

I feel lost
I feel found
I feel like a sin
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