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  Apr 2015 Dusan
Andrew Durst
don't
  be honest
       for
          their
              sake,

      be
         honest
               for
                 yours.
For a friend.
  Apr 2015 Dusan
Tea
what do you need
your heart for
if all it does is
give up on someone else's?
losing someone you love is hard
giving up someone you love is even harder
  Apr 2015 Dusan
Tea
you looked me in the eye and it was clear -
as my fingertips traced the outlines of your veins
(i can feel the blood flow)
i realized that you were already flowing through my own
(it makes me feel alive)
you were my heartbeat, dancing slowly inside my rib cage
(it felt like our favorite song)
standing firmly on my mind, calming my soul
as you slept underneath my skin

so if you are my peace, my tranquility -
then why are there moments of dreadful silence
(the calm before the storm)
when i can feel the fear rattling deep inside my bones
(it whispers run, run, run)
if we are supposed to be one and the same
(don't you dare look back)
then why do I feel like you are my Vesuvius
(he will bury you alive)
*and I am your Pompeii?
toxic loves were always the most enticing ones
  Apr 2015 Dusan
Amitav Radiance
His feelings ricocheted
Off her world
Impaling his unaware heart
  Apr 2015 Dusan
burning bright
the air is suffocating
and all that I want
i cannot have because
the fear is too tall

as my heart sways
on a thin thread
don't let me have
one more fall

there are no more
moonlit nights
all that is left is
ashes on the wall

just stay beside me
speak no more because
with my final breath
**i give you my all
translation from my native language
actually pretty satisfied with how it turned out
  Apr 2015 Dusan
Bunny
Her tune craves for him to sing
with her
not at her.

When he holds her in his hands
she comes alive. His love is
made known in the motions he makes.

Actions speak louder than words.
How beautiful it was that strumming
came easier than speaking.

She wants to be learned but not many
people have time for her complex
tendencies.

And she wants to be heard but
they have all forgotten how to
listen with their eyes.

I reached out and touched
her vibrations as he played.
I cried because I understand.
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