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 May 2015 lavande
yasmine
in love
 May 2015 lavande
yasmine
how many people
can you really fall for
because in between a life full of
clutter and confusion
i somehow managed for fall for
a girl and a boy
 May 2015 lavande
Love
And in that moment I wished for nothing more
Than my lips on yours
And you didnt have a clue.
 May 2015 lavande
Dameon Smith
Woah
 May 2015 lavande
Dameon Smith
A smile makes my day
I look forward to making you laugh
I'm soothed by the stars in your eyes
And the clouds in your embrace.

You say you don't deserve  kind words
And it baffles me
How does such a caring person,
Surely an angel,
Deserve any less than the moon?
The sun?

Let me give you a planet,
Will live on it
In peace.
 May 2015 lavande
Amanda
Her
 May 2015 lavande
Amanda
Her
Her eyes were like the mirror reflections of all the cities he
wished
to
see.

He want to travel to all of them.
Every single street-light or star light
for that matter,
to
kiss
his skin.

Her lips & little smile creases held
the lines and angles
that
were
co-ordinates to
those
unspoken
wishes.

Those crimson cheeks were colours that reminded him of those days of balmy summer.
Rhapsodic notes of laughter finishing the hum of warmth.

Her words were undoubtedly the ones he traces on his wrists when skies are grey and black.

Her fingertips and hands gently reminded him
of

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                                                  y.
Hello there lovely!
How are you, today?
I hope you liked this little nonsensical poem.
Song that this was typed to:
Dan & Shay- 19 you & me.

The very title of the song made me fall in love with it.
x
 May 2015 lavande
Joseph Ross
Towers
 May 2015 lavande
Joseph Ross
Your pretentious verbosity
demotes quality
and suppresses clarity;
poetic variety
associates reality
with verbal insanity
not shallow vanity.
 May 2015 lavande
Peter Davies
thing
 May 2015 lavande
Peter Davies
That thing between my legs.
Folded nicely.
An envelope.
A door.
That thing sealed my future
But it isn't me.
I look down and see nothing,
Feel nothing,
Want more.
That cave took from me
All I ever was;
Ever wanted.
Now I have to find it on my own,
Pay for it,
Take skin from my leg for it.
But that thing,
That concave mountain
Of my set role in this society
Can't take any more.
That thing.
I won't let it.
The weight of these words
rolling around in my head
are breaking my neck
one thought at a time.
 May 2015 lavande
Syd
#YesAllWomen
 May 2015 lavande
Syd
yes all women

because people cringe at the word "feminism".
because I am not a feminist, I am a woman.
I am a human being.
because this poem is a one-sided sexist rant.
because I was fifteen years old when my mother first taught me about how to hold car keys as a weapon in case anyone ever attacked me.
because teenage girls are taught to never walk alone in a parking garage.
because in elementary school I was told to switch which side of the street I was walking on while going home if a man was approaching me in the same direction.
because when I was twelve my parents gave me my first cell phone for when I was out riding my bike, or taking a walk.
because I can't wear a spaghetti strap tank top to school, as it will "distract the boys".
because boys are distracted by a bony girl in a spaghetti strap tank top.
because freshmen girls are taught not to date senior boys, instead of senior boys being taught not to go after freshmen girls.
because senior boys go after freshmen girls.
because when I was ten years old I told my dad that my grandfather made me feel uncomfortable, and he got angry at me for making such a blasphemous statement.
because even after I told my mother, and she talked to my father, he ignored it completely.
because my grandfather made me, at ten years old, feel uncomfortable.
because when I was fourteen my boyfriend broke up with me since I "didn't put out".
fourteen.
because by ninth grade I had received my first unwanted and unwelcomed advance.
because I didn't tell anyone.
because school administrators turn the other cheek when a girl is ***** in the stairwell.
because **** charges are being dropped by judges.
because victims are being bullied into silence.
because a hashtag is the most sincere form of activism.
because **** is a crime no matter what color you try to paint the picture.

because I will go to bed tonight, after posting this poem, after telling my story, and I will wake up tomorrow.
and nothing will change.
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