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 Aug 2014 el
wren
You
 Aug 2014 el
wren
You
"You shouldn't see me like this."
I frowned, wondering why.
Are you afraid I'll leave you?
If you are, you should know
That I love you.

When I think of you being happy,
I think of freckles
and butterflies.
And the way you smiled.
The way you made me feel.
Like a thunderstorm was inside me.
The warmth covering my skin,
and the air was a little heavier.
And I love you.

When I think of you being sad,
I think of the times I've ran to you
When I was hurt and crying.
And how you patiently help me
Until my tears are gone.
And I love you.

When I think of you being angry,
I think of you listening when I'm angry.
How you wait for me to calm down
And then we joke about my temper.
And I love you.

I love you.
I love every part of you.
Love doesn't stop.
Not in anger or sadness.
I love every single part of you.
And I'd love to see your every emotion.

t.n.
 Aug 2014 el
Impulzez
The falling leaves of fallen hearts
We have greatness in what we feel
Time alone will reveal its presence
Time can also break a waiting heart
November is a passionate fellow
But passion isn't about crushing lips
And hugs and kisses, sensual feelings
Nor climaxing the zenith of soughs
Passion is a balance of what we feel
Don't feel and want to so eagerly feel 
Did no one ever kiss you so tenderly
Don't press them so tightly
Make them moist and air free
Slow sweetness starts passion
Passion hurts when its rushed
Gush! My Sweet November 
Great November victors passions
For it always ascends in elevating
Love is not a power struggle
Its more than mere kissing
Victory is sometimes found in surrender
The slower vengeance ripens
The sweeter when plucked
You're are my Sweet November
I love you from here to the moon and beyond
Really slowly
Sweet November Vol 1.
 Aug 2014 el
Muggle Ginger
This was a handwritten letter that wasn’t patient enough to wait in the mail. I am a supporter of writing letters.

Our world is drifting from the simplicity of pen and paper. We love to complicate things in life.

I hope this letter can be a simple reminder that there is happiness and hope, even in darkness that reminds you of ink.

The first time I saw you my mind raced to memories of summer days at the beach; campfires; the sound of the ocean.

I thought, “She has no idea how beautiful she is. It doesn't cross her mind that girls envy her and men desire her. She is too concerned with the sound of laughter, and how it makes the darkness step back.”

I make a lot of assumptions, mostly unjustified, about people I cross paths with. But I am sure you are justified in feeling like royalty. You look like happiness.

A fort in the living room that looks like a castle, and cookie dough that tastes like heaven. If the opportunity crosses my path, I would give anything to meet you.

If you walked in front of me, I would think you were a shooting star and make a wish.

Don’t change. Shine unapologetically. You illuminate the humans around you.

Admittedly, the desire to write this letter is still unknown. The desire is there and so here are the words.
 Aug 2014 el
Shaima Al-Marzouqi
I used to know what I stand for
I used to know what I believe in
I used to know what my values were

That was all before I knew you
before I loved you
Now
I don't even know who I am

I lost myself
temporarily... I hope

I'm slowly fading away
Who am I?
Can I find myself and still be with you?
No is the answer
No is my answer
Not now at least

I need space
I need to be by myself figuring out who this self is
I need to let you go
I need to let this love go

Loving you has cost me something
Something that I cannot live without
Something that I need to restore
away from you

Loving you cost me
my identity
I need to let you go in order to find myself
 Aug 2014 el
rufus
Another day bound to an end
The questions still hovering
So I thought of asking Him
Give it when I reach ten

One, I search for your eyes
Two, they cannot meet mine
Three, Four, my head hits wood
Five, and now I shall wait
Six, your voice so pleasant to hear
Seven, Eight, for God's sake come near
Ni- "are you okay?"

Your face just inches above mine
Dear, come closer, I'll let you know
It was fate that brought you here
Now I see why I shouldn't let go.
 Aug 2014 el
E. E. Cummings
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.

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