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They raise you up just high enough to see that gold
Until you've signed that line and you're already sold
 Apr 2017 Jasmine Reid
Iris Liu
**** they say
comes naturally
a movement of the hips
a movement of the lips
the timbre of the voice
you can’t just train that
**** they say
is no talent
is a breathtaking gasp
the heart double-dutching
bounce, bounce
**** they say
is a gift
I want something other than ****
with the short shorts showing
everything
the low-cut crop top
exploring eyes wander over
on countless evenings
my imagination having nothing
left

I want smokey flannel
a two-day-old pony tail
boots stained by the dirt and grass
a hole in your jeans
that wasn't there when you found them

I want hungover-fastfood-drive-throughs
with my shorts and your tank top
wrinkled from your floor
your hair still wet from the morning shower

I want leggings, a t-shirt
and a backwards ball cap
while we sing loudly out the open window
tapping the dashboard off-beat
hand raised fingers pointing at the moon
laughing at the man that sits watching us drive
Oh my sweet **** girl...





When this hell is going to end and our
heaven to start...
when are those hell dreams going to end to start a reality soon...
let's be ready one to other...
come and start...
come touch me...
Touch me now...
Touch me with your words...
Touch me with your love...
Touch me with your passion...
Touch me now...

here i am there...
there where you left me...
still waiting you...
waiting and dreaming every night about you...
shared you, your desires...
those desires which i feel always inside you...
come sweetie...
come,touch me to start our heaven...
are you ready???...
here i 'm ...
with my bed...
waiting you ...

my sweet **** girl...
are you ready to live into my heaven..

hazem al ..
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
 Apr 2017 Jasmine Reid
Àŧùl
If I could have married myself,
I would definitely do that.
I am ****,
I am so ****,
I am very ****,
I am so very ****,
I am definitely ****.

I love my soft heart,
I love my wisdom,
I love my looks,
I love myself,
I love Atul.
I would create a clone of mine,
I will be so happy marrying myself.

I refuse to give someone the rights,
If they are not capable of keeping them,
And if they would give another heartbreak,
Several times I failed myself in relationships,
Grabbing a new one if the earlier drowned,
But it too starts to be sinking very soon,
I refuse to trust someone else again.
And if I ever missed out on a heartbreak,
I myself will be doing that,
Because I kindled one too many dreams.

HP Poem #1266
©Atul Kaushal
What if it all came crashing down?
A single blue-green marble hits the ground
No one notices at all.
What if you disappeared?
Packed up and moved clear out of here
No one notices at all.

It's okay. Pay attention to the change.
You can change a lot, it can change a lot,
To know that someone knows you exist
Take a good look on how strange it all looks
And everything you missed , staring at your shoes.
Even a stranger, you never knew, is a lot to lose.

Dance on crowded streets, with no music,
Keep the beat, playing in your head.
Worry about how others see you,
When you're gone and dead.
Give the world something odd to talk about,
Be something new people thought about.
On these cracked sidewalks that begin to look the same
Change the game, change the world.

What if it all came crashing down?
A single blue-green marble hits the ground
What if you disappeared?
Someone may notice you aren't around
You always see me cry
And always walked by
But never asked why
Tonight I'll say goodbye

Weeks have went by
While no one said hi
And stayed in my room all day to cry
Telling myself that soon I'll die

All I think about is suicide
Maybe jump off a roof and learn to fly
Only to go so fast to see the sky
Or telling everyone your life's a lie

Every night you cut your thigh
Wearing pants in the middle of July
When you you listen to this you can't deny
This is my Suicide Lullaby.
Loud noises
Soft cries
Fake smiles
False lies

Badly beaten
Hearts broken
Watery eyes
****** knives

Scarred wrists
Shaky legs
Unspoken words
Bruised arms

Happiness ended
Pain unknown
This is the
Abusive "home"
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