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 Jul 2014 y
Kopter Zero
Hug
 Jul 2014 y
Kopter Zero
Hug
Creep upto me,
And give me a hug.

Then disappear again,
If you like,
I promise I won't tell.
 Jul 2014 y
Kay Tailor
Hug
 Jul 2014 y
Kay Tailor
Hug
Have you ever felt
A compelling urge
To hug somebody?
To just wrap your arms around them
And never let go?
You just want to drop everything
And hug that person,
Touch them,
Embrace them.
You just want to be near them.
Forever.
No talking.
Just hugging.
Because you seem to say more,
Have deeper discussions,
When you’re in each other’s arms
Then when conversing aloud.

That’s the kind of bond
I want to have with someone
Some day.
Because the simplest of things
Speak louder
Than any words
Ever will.
 Jul 2014 y
Craig Harrison
Walking around like a pack of animals
Following each other
copying what we see,
What really separates us from animals?

We talk, we think, we try to explain
but we also follow, we do as we told, we believe what is said
We work, we build, we have fun
but I'm still not seeing what truly separates us from animals

The only thing that I see different is our power
anything different we try to hurt, **** or experiment on
if any animal behaved like a human
what do you think we would do to it?
We'd experiment, we'd ****, we would torture
or put it on TV and turn it in to a celebrity.

So I ask what truly separates us from animals?
 Jul 2014 y
yasmine
yours
 Jul 2014 y
yasmine
with my
messy hair
and your
tshirt
on me
and not
on you
i remember
that we had
the greatest
night
ever known
 Jul 2014 y
Sasch
Broken legs
 Jul 2014 y
Sasch
I ran from love
afraid to get hurt
but it outran me,
tripped me up,
and broke my legs.

Will you teach me,
how to walk again?
 Jul 2014 y
Sasch
Drown in Silence
 Jul 2014 y
Sasch
I can only write
when I am depressed.

I wonder if that
is the reason why
I avoid happiness like
it's an intoxicated sea
in which I might drown

myself in silence.
 Jul 2014 y
Ky Blackstar
Why do I still write about the pain of the blade when it hasn't kissed my hips for months
Why do I still write about you when you have not kissed my lips for even longer

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