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 Oct 2018 Ingenue
ryn
Stars
 Oct 2018 Ingenue
ryn
There was a time I saw...
The beckoning stars,
in your eyes, juvenescent.
Like beacons from afar.

There was a time I felt...
The burn of your lips.
The rush of crazed blood
that held in tight grips.

There was a time I inhaled...
your intoxicating scent.
Inciting cardiac somersaults
in a time long spent.

There was a time I thought...
We would last forever
through the last of grains.
Hourglass doomed to shatter.

There was a time I knew...
That nothing could ever alter,
same tune we have hummed,
words we've carved in each other.

There was a time I dreamt...
Of floating in your seas.
Your vast body enveloping,
drowning out my insecurities.

There was a time I worried...
for your dreams of grandeur.
When you spoke of seeking,
the dream of life much better.

There was a time I died...
When you had packed and gone.
Leaving only the broken
promises and empty dawns.

There was a time I hoped...
That sooner you'd be back.
Standing at my door,
beside you, your travel laden sack.

But now you're back...
The pain gnaws in greater bites.
The stars, they twinkle no longer
they were killed by the city lights.
Inspired by a story told by a friend.
The Merry-Go-Round is stopping - I can hear the music fade.
I can't believe it's ending,  that the last tune has been played.
My horse is still in prance formation - she wants to go again.
How do I say the ride is over and all good things must end.

How do I slack the tightly held rein
How do I slip from astride
How do I ease the stabbing of pains
That tell me this was my last ride.

The carnival is closing - I can see them start to pack.
I don't want it to leave us - it may never again come back.
I haven't ridden all the rides yet - I haven't played the games.
How do I turn and go forever, forgetting all their names.

How do I put the coins away
That I had planned to spend
How save for them for a rainy day
And still have some to lend.

The festival is over - all the revelers are gone.
The only sign they've been here are the footprints on the lawn.
I have not finished celebrating - I want to laugh some more
How do I know the dance has ended - it never was before.

How do I turn and head for home
This was my home, you see
How can I feel that if I roam
I'll find a place for me.
                
 Jun 2016 Ingenue
jeffrey conyers
Question, not my loyalty.
Question, it not.
I be there when others won't.
I support you when others don't.
I'm loyal to you.

Sure, many say it.
But the proof is in the pudding.
When needed, they have vanish.
Like those that owe you money.

When you sick.
Call me.
When you're hurt.
Call me.
I'm loyal to you.

I won't abandon you.
Then come running back to you.
When I'm facing trouble.
"At 17, I should have been learning to drive a car, not hoping one would hit me."
I stumbled upon this quote on Instagram, not sure who wrote it but I relate greatly to this </3
 May 2016 Ingenue
Javaria Waseem
I am a drunk and you are a saint.
I find Him when I lose myself
And you find Him in your prayers.
 May 2016 Ingenue
Devashish Kumar
I love the way you smile.
I hate that I am not the one who made you smile.
I love your beautiful grey eyes.
I hate that they can't see me.
I love your lips.
I hate that I can't kiss them.
I love your perfect flawless skin.
I hate that I can't feel it.
I love your long black hair.
I hate that I can not play with it.
I love every moment spent with you.
I hate that those moments are just the figments of my imagination.
I love that I love you.
But I hate that you don't love me.
 May 2016 Ingenue
Alicia
Trapped
 May 2016 Ingenue
Alicia
Why do I feel so trapped,
when I'm so free?

Free to do what I choose with my life,
But trapped, chained to the expectations of society.

A.C
 Feb 2016 Ingenue
Brenna Martin
lust
 Feb 2016 Ingenue
Brenna Martin
by definition,
lust is
extreme ****** desire for someone

by nature,
lust is
uncontrollable...
I'm attracted to my thirty-seven year old male teacher
and my eighteen year old male coworker
and the quirky girl who sits behind me in history,
what?

by religion,
lust is
a sin, punishable by Hell,
whatever that is.

lust is unavoidable,
but socially unacceptable to act upon.
I know this ***** I'm really tired
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