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The smell
of a blown out candle
is a sonnet on its very own.
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 Nov 2014 paper boats
Jo
As I trace the rise and fall of your back,
I think how lovely you are in morning -
How is it my heart shall beat now it lacks
Night's bold ignorance I am now scorning?
Afraid to touch, my fingers skim your skin
Only to graze unmapped constellations
Composed of small stars made of melanin;
The act gives my heart wild palpitations.  
Surely I could put a tack in the sun
To stop its rapid ascent to midday -
I can hardly blink before dawn is done
And you rise and I am full of dismay.
         To wake next to you I would face the sight
         Of your retreating back in morning light.
I'm a sap.
 Nov 2014 paper boats
WickedHope
I have as many scars as I do freckles
I'm not covered in them head to toe
But they're there, if I let you in close
If I let you in close enough to see me
 Nov 2014 paper boats
Ali Cronin
Falling asleep to the sound of my brain,
it's been sounding a lot recently like the curves of your name.
I hold you in my mouth,
and you taste so sweet.
Much like the thump
of my racing heartbeat.
My pillow still smells like your freckled skin,
my blankets still rustled from you touch.
My body aching for a squeeze
or such.
Such a night as the day we wasted away
when you still liked to look at me that way.
 Nov 2014 paper boats
hazings
The day I met you, I fell right into your trap.
All your compliments, gifts, words-
All lies.
I shouldn't have believed anything.
I should've believed my friends.
Even though all my tears were because of you,
I can't stop wishing that you were still here,
right next to me.
i'm fine ****** glasses honest
 Nov 2014 paper boats
ZL
I counted my freckles today
            I had so many, I lost count.

One for each heartbreak
           some loser brought about!
 Nov 2014 paper boats
BandedEarth
Shards cascade down
As the momentum of now
shatters through.
If I wrote you a poem
there would be a rhyme
*but where's the reason?
@Copyright Kaitlyn marie
He said normal things wernt working
What makes those other colors perfect
Work with me/dont try and force it
I am a brakeless vehicle slowing/
coasting

Open up the windows let the ocean in
Rain falls from such great heights
You fell from the bed , into the light
Do they even consider you still alive
The morhpine , is it working ?
Welcome to our society.
Where the teens are depressed,
And the students are stressed..
Where people will hate you,
For what you wear and your weight..
Where there's only *** no hugs,
And there is no candy just drugs..
Where we cut form an escape,
And the parents beat and ****...
Where laws forbid people of  being gay,
And everything is weary and grey...
So I hope you enjoy your visit with society,
Just try not to get depressed and anxiety..........
whats going through my mind at the momment
hope you guys like it
second poem
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