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  Jun 2019 mads
raicyd
I get
sad because
you are                                      and I am
  over                                                over
  t­here                                              here

    when we should
     be together
by: anonymous
  May 2019 mads
Grace Spellman
i am by no means a morning person
but it was 6 a.m.
the sun wasnt even up yet
and you came rushing into my head
i couldnt help but smile uncontrollably
and im not one to rush things
but now i think the mornings might not be so bad
is this was true love feels like?
  May 2019 mads
haley
when she was eight years old
she
asked her mother
have you seen the girl with
lashes like butterflies against sharp cheekbone branches?
a dandelion sprouting from sludge covered gutters and streets
streets, where you feel that bitter bland nothingness in your stomach

it feels buttery to stare at her:
see how snow outstretches arms and twirls tippy toes, envies her grace
see how balloon sized raindrops pop, target the freckles on her arm
see how her forehead crinkles when she concentrates, nothing more than a beacon
proclaiming she trickles with stars

when she was eight years old
her parent's violent protests slipped bruises under her skin like pennies in a coin slot
but they could not contain the celestial girl tucked under her ribcage.

she would still look at her like she was the breakfast sun on a saturday
whistling by the creak, catching glimpses of dresses from behind the legs of trees.
see how this is special love, sweet as strawberry fields under soft sun
they would never feel on their forked, sour tongues
  May 2019 mads
Jaxey
the last thing I tasted
was chocolate chip cookies
as you pulled away
giggling
and leaving my lips
tingling
I miss her already
  May 2019 mads
PoserPersona
Your hair stills heart's rhythmic meter
  For this I wish forever
Strands spun with goddess gossamer;
  softer than touch of mother

Your eyes dazzle with no glitter
  For this I stare o're yonder
Locking jewels with coins of others;
  Leaves throbbing chests emptier

Your form flows as gentle rivers
  For this I grudge past swimmers
Glory bequeathed to the winner;
  drown will the losing suitors

Your voice humbles angel choirs
  For this I listen eager
Songs molding seraphs from satyrs;
  in harmony with nature

Your being stirs wildfire
  For this I bear the pleasure
Ethereal flames dance together;
  fueled by spiritual tethers

You are my love light of summer
  For this I waded winter
Glowing 'bove, spring was made greener;
  blooming nascent desire
mads Feb 2019
i hope i find you one day
the person i can keep around
and write pretty things about
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