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 Dec 2015 Flo
Cassidy Mae
i want to help you
but i don't know how
 Dec 2015 Flo
Carina
Mountains..
 Dec 2015 Flo
Carina
It's like the inevitable either you can climb it, or simply take the longer route and walk around,

The mountains are yet alive so when you go there for peace they'll make the slightest sound,

They will will not crumble do to a simple step,
Neither did they judge you when all you did is wept;

Be one with nature,
because rather we like it or not that is our future;

To become back one with where it is that our bodies came,
To finally realize that no matter what we do in life we are all indeed the same;

To the grass below and to the sky's above,
we will once become those we love;

To the mountains and to the sea,
To know that no one is below or above thee;
 Dec 2015 Flo
Mary Alexander
A Smile
 Dec 2015 Flo
Mary Alexander
I shut my eyes,
Willing my thoughts away.
I take a step back,
Though I truly wish to stay.
But what will I do?
While his sight remains blocked.
Tell him I love him?
No. That must remain locked.
For though what we have is strong,
There's a crack in our base.
So I will remain silent.
With a placid smile on my face.
 Dec 2015 Flo
Nevermind
Now
 Dec 2015 Flo
Nevermind
Now
Stolen at "hello"
Lost at "goodbye"
Do you think about me
From time to time?
 Dec 2015 Flo
Chameleon
Sour apple
 Dec 2015 Flo
Chameleon
Do

not

take my picture.
I am
more
beautiful in

words.
 Dec 2015 Flo
Crysta Gingras
A warm coffee mug
A shot made of blue
A blanket gives a hug
A poem rings true
The day is long
You’d think I’d get a clue
My heart gives a tug
When I think of you
These poems get longer
Though the words stay the same
As I’m left to wonder
Why you’re so far away
Yet it’s still a good morning
It’s still a good day
Because you’ve read this poem
And know I’m not going away ;)
Good Morning to my angel
previous night was spent making blue jello shots (hence the shot made of blue, like a memory)
 Dec 2015 Flo
m i a
she was asked what was art, and she replied saying, 'it's paintings, like from picasso.'

art is not only found on a canvas

it can be seen through the movements of dancers.

it can be heard through a musician's voice or words.

it can be smelled in a chef's resturant.

it can be shown at fashion shows.

it can be captured in photographs.

it can be written in the form of a poem.

a
r
  t
--

is the expression of one's heart, soul, and/or mind.

*art doesn't have to be on a canvas, it can be anywhere.
art <3
 Dec 2015 Flo
Dawn King
When men are from mercury and not from mars
It means women are from unmentioned galaxy stars

When you give me your messages
In multitudes of melodies & Curious cacophony of cranial codes
Dare I decipher this disconcerted data
In
Massive mainframes of masked mental material
Hidden honeysuckle hints buried deep within
Lust covered lurking lexicons in libraries of linguistic whisper hints
For
Love innuendos in serpentine tongues
Like a brainwave barrage by day & Titanium telepathy attacks by night
You stop at nothing to remain in my sight

I never told you I was from unmentioned galaxy stars  
You’re a man from mercury and not from mars
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
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