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 Mar 2016 Jesica
Torin
Its just the belief that everything will be okay that keeps me fighting when I'm losing the war
 Mar 2016 Jesica
m i a
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 Mar 2016 Jesica
m i a
as she puts her headphones in,
the world begins to grow more,
and more dim.
bravo to the guy who invented headphones.
 Mar 2016 Jesica
LatteQueen
I'm tired of this death match
fighting for my place
amongst the scattered remains
of a
thousand
broken hearts

This is not Sparta
I am no gladiator
and            you            
are
no
prize
 Mar 2016 Jesica
Vanshika nangia
He's not the sea. He's the storm, or not even that. He's not her world but the centre of her very own universe. From the crack of the dawn, She knew her eyes would flow rivers. But, his eyes were worth it all.
He isn't bad. He has just disguised himself as a devil. Destroying people. For her, he's a mystery. Which she's trying to solve since a lifetime. He's like an awkward silence between two people who have a lot to give away. There's something strange about him. Actually not something but everything. Knowing him is like counting the stars in the endless sky. No matter ** much you try, you can never count. Yet, counting stars is her favourite hobby. However difficult it is, to be with him, against his conformity. It gives her weird happiness. All those tears given by him are as precious as he is.
He's a beautiful, beautiful thing. Inhuman.
And, she's a mere ordinary girl fighting to get a place in his unsolved puzzle. Just desiring his presence, She often get summoned by enormous awe. He's something more than she can ever have. But still, she won't ever, ever give up. And will never regret this because he's everything she ever thought of.
-Vanshika
1/3/16
2:07am
 Mar 2016 Jesica
Vanessa S
boys say the girl is ugly,
but when they have her lying naked on their bed
they say she's beautiful
I hate boys.
 Mar 2016 Jesica
Sri Shruthi
I wanna fall in love
Like a drop of rain water into the sea
I wanna see nowhere
But just my own love to feel.

I want that love
Which will give peace
Warmth, like in those fairy tales
With me, nothing can be written called tales
 Mar 2016 Jesica
Sarah
Love always begins as a game.

A shy glance.
A careful touch.
A bit of teasing.
Nothing half and nothing whole.

But then it gets serious. From one second to another. If one of them is to decide.

Then love is not a game anymore. You shouldn't miss the moment, when you should stop playing.

Otherwise both lose.
Happy, that I've got mine. Decision of both. <3
 Mar 2016 Jesica
Sarah
Love is pure
 Mar 2016 Jesica
Sarah
Love is pure.
Without any lies.
Without any faults.
Without any anger.
Without any tears.
Without any pain.
Without any drama.
Love is pure.
It's not love, what hurts you. People do.
 Mar 2016 Jesica
Sri Shruthi
Although I have no glass stilettoes
Have the height to reach with my toes.
Despite, I never did chores,
I am the lion, that roar at fears.

Although I wasn't cursed to sleep years
To have a king to kiss my curses away,
I want to be a rat at least,
Just like in the tales.

Although I don't have the beautiful body,
I want just one and nobody else
like I appear to be those elves
None can see, yet can feel.
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