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  Jan 2015 krunal chavda
felicia
Fly me to the barley field

Touch me tenderly,
O, spring breezes
Sing me your lullaby,
and tell me that everything's alright

Teach me how to dance your melody

Comfort me and wipe my tears
O, mother nature
Take me with your wondrous
Tell me the story of all human

Can I get the answer to my questions?
what's with me?
  Dec 2014 krunal chavda
Jack
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I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
  Nov 2014 krunal chavda
Insane Reverie
If poems were ***
then,I wouldn't be a ******
i would caress the letters
fix a foreplay with title
i would literally **** the words
to give birth to soulful sentences
if poems were ***
I wouldn't be ******,still.
Its a bit different idea to show my love for poems. If there wasn't poem then where would my feelings disappear,I wonder !
  Sep 2014 krunal chavda
felicia
Loving all the wrong people
and I cried out to the moon.
Loving all the wrong people
and I slammed the door to the tornadoes.
Loving all the wrong people
and I got mad at the storms.
Loving all the wrong people
and I shouted out loud to the universe.
Loving all the wrong people
and I blamed everything on the stars.
Loving all the wrong people
and I do not do anything about it,
I just love the wrong person even more.
originally written on august with confused mind and not knowing what the heart wants.
  Aug 2014 krunal chavda
Ryan Cripps
A kiss from your lips
Can make bitter taste sweet.
The feeling of your touch
Can bring feeling back to lost feet.

Dark days are irrelevant
In this apocalyptic place.
I feel nothing but happiness,
When I see your beautiful face.

But those sunny days
Don't seem to last.
Nothing but storms
Seem to be my forecast.

Because I see you with him,
And it produces pain.
I'm outside with no umbrella
And it's starting to rain.
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  Aug 2014 krunal chavda
felicia
Being in love with you is like kissing the snowflakes passionately as if they were your lids,
Being in love with you is like touching dandelions gently as if they were your lips.

Being in love with you is like feeling the wind by my face as if it was you singing me a lullaby and caressing my hair,
Being in love with you is like lying in a field full of blooming sunflowers in your scent as if you were kissing me there and I was sleeping in your arms.

Being in love with you is like walking on the clouds, flying through the sky and seeing the sun smiles back at me.

Being loved back by you is like a dream-come-true, it is like my shooting star was pouring magical sparkling dust all over me,
it makes me fly up and above, even more than Tinkerbell's pixie dust could make me float.
there might be something real between us two, who knew?
  Aug 2014 krunal chavda
Samantha Lee
I sit here crying.
Vomiting.
Smoking.
Dying.

I have no reason
For my sadness
For my anger.
But I am crippled by it.

I cough
The taste of poison
Trailing on my lips
Like paint on a window.

I'm not afraid to die.
Not anymore
You changed that for me.
Thank you.

Thank you for breaking me.
Crushing the final pieces of my heart.
The funniest **** part.
Is that you broke me by not speaking.

So I sit unknowing
Shaking
Hallucinating
Relapsing

The blood pours
The smoke swirls
The pills fall
And I'm in the center of it all

"Are you okay?"
A kind woman asks me
Truly concerned.
And I startled myself with my reply.

I looked up at her smiling.
It looks like I'm baring my teeth.
My eyes not quite able to focus
Tears smearing my makeup.

I reach towards her touching her
To see if she is real, she is.
And I laugh.
Throwing my head back.

Screaming, crying and laughing.
No I'm not okay.
I'm not sane.
I'm not going to survive this.

But that's okay.
We are all born to die.
And die we shall.
But I'm dying laughing.
Sometimes life hurts.
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