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 Mar 2014 Dia
i
untitled
 Mar 2014 Dia
i
there is nothing prettier
than a city at 5 am
with its empty streets and
cold wind.
all rights go to d.c.
The anxiety of my last dream
Was just too much.
Even though my eyes are sore
And my body tired,
I have decided
That I will remain,
In that Purgatory of sleep
Which I find so pleasant.
Where the mind can wander,
But not far enough to get into any trouble.
 Mar 2014 Dia
Dominique
anxiety.
 Mar 2014 Dia
Dominique
i sleep with a bomb under my bed

cut the blue wire
cut the red

(tick tock)

i can't live with this bomb anymore

i'm so hurt
i'm so sore


i cut my red veins
i cut the blue


it was going to end like this

i always knew
 Mar 2014 Dia
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Mar 2014 Dia
Shannon Jeffery
White Blank Canvas
Thoughts Flooded With Void
An Empty Madness
Drained And Annoyed

Lost For Creation
Searching, Searching
**** This Frustration
Where Are You Hiding

Please End This Game
You Win, Come Out
Arc Up, Take Aim
Let The World Hear Your Shout
How I feel when my imagination shuts down. :|
 Mar 2014 Dia
amrutha
Immortal Love
 Mar 2014 Dia
amrutha
The sea kissed the shore
The earth made love to the core
The heavens opened wide their gates and doors
Icy drops of fresh rain blessed the floor.
The fog masked over the moon
Nocturnal lovers cherishing the boon
As nice as under an umbrella in summer noon
Kids licking honey off a silver spoon.
Thoughts of beautiful things flock my mind
The feeling is indescribable
The impossible happen
When you look into my eyes like you do.
 Mar 2014 Dia
PrttyBrd
you
 Mar 2014 Dia
PrttyBrd
you
Searching:**  darkness
Needing:  your voice
Grasping:  for reality in dreams
10w
3/28/14
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