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 Feb 2016 Alin
wordvango
for a  cute girl  post to get
hearts galore
I just think of all the hard legged
drolls and dredges drooling over her
my girlfriend pointed out to me
how I was more apt to plus a pretty thing
and now that I look at it she was right
and she is pretty too, so I kind of
get jealous , but I see the dudes side , too
how to balance poetic justice on a hard leg is hard
and goes through the small brain first, I get it.
 Feb 2016 Alin
r
Donor
 Feb 2016 Alin
r
I took my name off of the *****
donor registry. I don't wish to wish
myself on any-body. I'm a hard man
to live with, you see. You've seen
the way I treat(ed) my liv-er; any way.
Anyway...if you really want a piece
of me take my heart. Cigarettes and
women haven't yet ruined the best part.
Thanks for the parts Creeker.
 Feb 2016 Alin
K Balachandran
Unique
 Feb 2016 Alin
K Balachandran
Day and night are  just opposites,
yet complementary ad infinitum,
sans any trace of discord, perfectly fit;
everything one comes across in life
is uniquely meaningful, let's not forget.
 Feb 2016 Alin
ryn
Let the Poetry...
 Feb 2016 Alin
ryn
Let the poetry...
Write itself....
As the ripe new moon
strums the swaying
silhouettes of the night.

Let the poetry...
Write herself...
With the vast
expanse of obsidian sky.
Pocked subtly with the shy
murmurs of the stars...
Offering solace and peaceful respite.

Let the poetry...*
Write of you...
As the splendour...
Envelopes each unspoken letter.
Embedding words of warmth,
that seize my heart
in a state of enamour...
Before taking its majestic flight.
 Feb 2016 Alin
Nicole
Alien Lolita
 Feb 2016 Alin
Nicole
she lives among the stars
a galaxy in her own being
drawing in each person passing by
making them fall in love,
with her eyes
and the stories they tell
with her body
and the magic it creates
with her soul
and the music it sings.
she is unknown to them all
but they still fall
harder and faster than ever before.
because she is a galaxy in her own being
a beautifully intricate mystery,
that they will never solve.
 Feb 2016 Alin
tom krutilla
a bottle of wine and the music so fine
the notes and the melody, tantilze the mind
the lyrics flow, from a voice so strong
close the eyes, lead me were I belong
in between the layers, as the song progress
confusion battles, is it love or distress
let it ****** senses with moment of caress
that leads to questions, to address
such is the sprit of a forgotten song
that creeps and haunts,a love gone wrong
 Feb 2016 Alin
Olivia Kent
SHELLS
 Feb 2016 Alin
Olivia Kent
He held my hand.
We walked along.
The seashore with the drowning pebbles and pearls discarded.
With the cockles and winkles.
Razor shells.
Our skin wrinkled by the biting breeze.
With noses that run as they're seeking the sun.
As does rise in the morn.
Tumbles at twilight.
Wandering weeds.
Seat by the sea.
Hands no longer clasped tight together.
Through all kinds of weather.
He's loving the sea and he's so loving me.
Together we kick rebellious pebbles.
As homeward be bound.
A shell full of sea carried home in my tears.
Memorial of moments.
Sea held my dear.
Trapped in a seashell held close to my ear.
(c)LIVVI
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