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 Apr 2014 ck
Raphael Uzor
Quietism
 Apr 2014 ck
Raphael Uzor
Jesus never complained**
Should we?
5w

Complaining has never solved a problem, it only compounds!
 Apr 2014 ck
Marsya Ian
Untitled
 Apr 2014 ck
Marsya Ian
Can i attract your mind
And ****** your heart
Pull your feelings
Give me your soul
So you'll be empty on the inside
So you'll know how
How it's like
To be me

*empty.
 Mar 2014 ck
Kari
Jealousy
 Mar 2014 ck
Kari
Eyes on me.
I know they wander   thigh  to   thigh
                    Girls passing by in skirts
      shorter  
                  than
                         ­ mine
Eyes on the prize wave goodbye to
               Pretty girls passing by
Please let me be the
                                    pretty
                     ­          one
                    tonight.
Feeling desperate, occasionally.
 Mar 2014 ck
Vincent JFA
Chelsea would be yours to rule
by night, and the fools of the bars
would lift their liquored skulls
from every bar top, cheering the anthem
of your glory, from the 13th Step
to Clandestino.

and when we take all of Angel's Share,
I'd follow the resplendence of your
staggering figure along concrete carpets
while the traffic-jam parade
flashed their headlights in praise of
the Urban Royalty and his timid right-hand rebel.

oh, how we are adored! and even if
we are mistaken, what care could we give
when the streets are ours, and every footstep
turned the pavement to gold,
and each mechanical cart propelled us further
in our conquest from terminal to terminal.

I wanted to make you King—
but the Blue Moon in my hand
does not match that of the one that shines,
(nor do I shimmer as it does...)
besides, you already are the King—
all I am is timid and left-handed,
and I'm longing to be adored.
Just wanted to tell you that—that's all.

All errors intentional, would love some thoughts/feedback, let me know if you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! <3
 Mar 2014 ck
SøułSurvivør
You drew a heart
with your pen...

... on paper skin.


Soul Survivor
2014
Regarding the poem "Liberated"
By Post Scriptum
 Mar 2014 ck
MKF
Flowers
 Mar 2014 ck
MKF
You've made tulips grow under my bed
And in my head,
Where monsters used to hide.
You made roses grow in my broken heart
And violets in the bags under my eyes.
My tongue is now a bed of roses
Where your tongue longs to lie.
You've made flowers grow,
My dear,
In the darkest parts of my mind.
For Trevor
 Mar 2014 ck
PrttyBrd
To love the dream
More than the man
Isn't love
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