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 Nov 2015 JMO
jg
I'm in love with every little piece of you ...I'm in love with your smile, your dimples and the sound of your laugh that warms me up in ways a cozy blanket couldn't, with all your imperfections, and with the work of art you simply are. I'm in love with your silly jokes that never fail to make me laugh and how you sometimes make my cheeks hurt from smiling too hard and with your sleepy voice and your cute sleepy kisses when you've just woken up from a nice nap, I'm even in love with the way you fall asleep, I love how you look; so unaware of how peaceful and beautiful you look, I love to admire your raw beauty in your most delicate and fragile state.  
I'm in love with your lips and I envy the cup of coffee or hot chocolate (cause you like both) that gets to kiss them every cold and beautiful morning and they're the only ones I want to feel against mine when I wake up at 3 am searching for comfort by someone who isn't myself.
I'm crazy about the way you look at me and the way you make me feel things that are just so indescribable, with the way you make me happy in a way no one else can because there isn't better place in the world than by your side, or even better, in your arms.
I'm in love with the fact that you've become my home... my safe comfortable and lovely home; the only place I'd like to arrive over and over again after a long exhausting trip.
I'm in love with the perfect sound of your voice that could even calm the oceans, I'm in love with when you hold my hands and how sometimes they get extra sweaty but I don't even mind because there's no other hands I'd rather hold, I'm in love with every inch of your skin, all of the small details; each and every birthmark that kind of look like stars in a mesmerizing landscape, and with all your insecurities, all your flaws and with the fact that you don't know how beautiful you are. Honestly I can't think of one thing about you I don't like because I could look at you even for a slight minute and I'd still find a hundred things I love about you and with each minute I spend with you I fall more deeply in love with you.
I'm in love with your mind, your thoughts, and your soul. I'm completely, utterly and entirely in love with all the little atoms that conform your beautiful self.
For you Honey, still and always.
 Nov 2015 JMO
jg
I envy the sun because when you're half asleep groggy and painfully unaware of how peaceful and beautiful you look, she kisses your lips with light.
But the moon, oh she's the luckiest of them all, shes the one who knows all your 3 am thoughts and secrets, I'm jealous because she knows your sheets that get to touch every part of you as you slowly fall asleep, she gets to feel your every breath falling like crashing thunder, she gets to admire your raw beauty in your most delicate and fragile state.
 Nov 2015 JMO
Maha Salman
Amor
 Nov 2015 JMO
Maha Salman
Let the rhythm of our hearts
nurture the sweet blossom of love,
so that it may turn into bliss
dissolved from the night time air between us
and shower such rain which binds the growth of our love and roses
together.
 Nov 2015 JMO
Ron Gavalik
As the **** of a 12-dollar cigar
touches the tip of the tongue,
the nervous system shoots a signal to the brain,
to process the sweet tinge
of delicious poison
that hits the back of the throat.
Slow suicide, baby,
really doesn't get any smoother.

Human bodies may desire health,
but it’s the mind that struggles
and tests mortality
as the heart races
for the best ****.

Hipsters and their vapor pipes,
their overpriced organic groceries,
coke binges and ****** addictions,
gym memberships and spinning classes,
they’re socialized to believe life
goes on forever.
They behave as if death
is a kind of curse.

We can run from sins,
wash our souls in the rain
of fresh lovers in new cities.
Sins, however, collect.
They grow in strength.
All we have in the end,
is the sweet tinge of satisfaction
that comes from killing oneself
in style.
To be included in my next collection, **** River Sins.
 Nov 2015 JMO
Sam Ciel
Wanderlust
 Nov 2015 JMO
Sam Ciel
Two brown stars alight with fire fill my heart
with wanderlust. I'm aching to explore
the cosmos she creates within her art,
Galaxies expanding evermore.

Autumnal tones reside upon her pate
And winter's temperance somewhere in her gaze
With summer's passion lurking in her gait,
Spring's abundance in her creative ways.

The seasons below join the stars above:
A marriage of both mortal and divine.
Exploring and chronicling new love
Amidst these cartographic words of mine.

And if, by grace, my journey isn't  bare
The borders of my heart shan't keep her there.
The expression head over heels doesn't quite do it. Odds are she won't find this and if she does, well, she already knows I'm a romantic.
 Nov 2015 JMO
Deztine Lorenza
When I hold a rose
I see the soft, velvety petals
and smile, because
tucked between
those precious petals
is a special gift-
the one of a frgrance
pure and sweet

When you hold a rose,
you see the thorns
along the stem,
and you frown
because those thorns
can bring you pain
and cause you to bleed.

I see the gift
you see the tragedy
More and more
I fear that one of these days
someone will and me a rose
and all I will see
are the thorns. Again.
 Nov 2015 JMO
reabetswe
Unnoticed
 Nov 2015 JMO
reabetswe
I'm trying to save you.
why are you holding back?
what is it that you're scared of?
why have you stopped begging for life?
is this how it's going to be now?
are you about isolation now?
you give me life.
I can't lose you.
just not now.
give me your hand and let me help you.
you're my forever, forever.
don't put out the fire inside of us
I still flame for you
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