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 May 2013 Lauren
Esmé van Aerden
I didn't want to tell you it was "fine."
I wanted to love you
and to brush my fingertips through your hair,
and dive into those deep blue eyes
which any diver would love to explore,
yet none would dare.
But I couldn't think.
Just smiling and smothering my tears,
I told you it was "fine."
 May 2013 Lauren
Andres Nunez
The red fire burns, her carnal affections
swell with the tender touch and
caresses of lucid hands.
The full moon shines, glowing so bright
as white bestows light to
a world of darkness.
The prime passions rise, with the howling
of the moon that gives birth
to innate sentiments.
The rose candles drip, fluent with emotions
as heat causes droplets of
lust and love.
The warm temperature boils, filling the room
with sounds of want and fervor
tangled with actions of trust.
The intimate soul yearns, longing for connection
as would everything natural that
searches for it's mate.
The worn clothes unsheathed, like many effects
found unnecessary in the nights
tossing and turning.
The worldly troubles fade, clearing pensive minds
as clouds whisked away by
a day's beauty.
The glistening eyes sparkle, with locked gaze
the lovers stare into the depths
of each others hearts.
The luscious lips quench, a yen thirst
as two lovers fulfill their most
inner wishes and desires.
The still room trembles, with each second
each touch and tease grows them
closer together becoming one.
The steaming air thickens, with heartbeat surging
as words and thought are lost
to passionate action.
The nervous hands clench, holding one another
in a grip so tight that they may always
be coupled and never again parted.
The intertwined bodies dance, an amorous tango
as any forbidden gesture would in the
ambience of sensual perfection.
The everlasting night ends, with a rare
idyllic kiss and embrace felt by each seeing that
like all good there must be an end.
The advent dawn breaks, with destined hope
as both lovers blissfully await their
next night in Romance.
 May 2013 Lauren
Robert Graves
Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?
 May 2013 Lauren
Socally Picter
I do hope sometime someone tells her she's beautiful, she is.
Adrenaline ****** with some a cute anxiety.  
When I read her words her face always says "duh".
She conveyed tone in words with no sound, amazing.
Her heart is skipping beats just keeping up with her feet.
She likes Doctor Who and Violent movies, and ****
I haven't heard her voice but I bet she talks almost as quick as me.
She made me blush when she said, "You're not an idiot".
She fell in love with a bat who thought herself a bird, and wonderful.
I never had a clue of how much she liked her some Blue too.
A silvery Dee block element with a penchant for sarcastic remarks.
I don't know I just find her quite lovely, and beguiling
I put two poems in here, I don't know if anyone will notice the second one but it's there.
 May 2013 Lauren
Reilly Nicole
My skin is a canvas
There for me to draw
When the voice consumes my mind
And the blade begins to call.

I’ve tried to stop myself
From doing what it says
But my hand acts of its own accord
Drawing out the red.

I say that I am better
That I won’t do it again
But there’s a demon that lurks inside
Hidden behind my grin.

It tells me I’m not good enough
That I will never succeed
And it makes me draw the ugly lines
From my hips down to my knees.

I’m sorry I’m not perfect
Or who you want me to be
But in truth the person you’re looking at
Isn’t the real me.
 May 2013 Lauren
Reiya
Warriors
 May 2013 Lauren
Reiya
behind every smiling girl,
are the tears she’s been trying to hide
may there be times she wants to hurl
letting her pride down, she just let them slide.

sticks and stones, breaking bones
yet words seem painless, seem light.
those were the words she believes on;
battling her great weakness with all her might.

people may laugh, people may mock
repeatedly she says, “I’m fine, I’ll be alright”
as she lays in bed all alone, save for a clock,
she cries and cries as long as the night.

at first glance, she looks so strong
it was only to hide away her true self
she’s fragile, won’t stay sturdy for long
her feelings she stack up on her shelf.

so if you see a girl who smiles with glee,
remember that she’s in a battle, fights night and day
for you not to ask in worry:
“hey, are you okay?”
 May 2013 Lauren
Leonard Nimoy
A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace
I feel lost. The strings holding me here suddenly seem to have slipped through my fingers, and I am left looking up at the sky, a child who's lost their first balloon.

And like the balloon I am floating.
Waiting for my inevitable explosion into the atmosphere. Everything that ascends must return to the ground. If only my mood swings weren't subject to the laws of physics.
A lot of late nights recently.
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