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D Baby Bey
Lost
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D Baby Bey
My mind is numb
I sit and think.
The thoughts don't come;
A blank page with no ink.
Do I feel?
It's hard to say.
I don't know what it is today.
Beyond the edge of perception,
Dark clouds foam
Come to join the depression reception?
I wish I could go home.
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D Baby Bey
In a crowded room
I look down at the floor
I close my eyes and all is no more
I'm swept away
To a world of my own
Only me here,
I'm back in my zone
I don't have to worry
About people or things
I drown out the chatter
That anxiety brings
But all too soon my
misted mirror must fade
I'm out of my mind
And back to the charade.
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Samuel Louis
Anxious
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Samuel Louis
Our time is running out
And we must make the most of it
I know you feel the same way
I will show you that I'm worth it
You just have to get away from the prying eyes and take a risk
I can see that you're scared
But you don't have to be
Come with me
And we can experience it together
I will be patient...
I'm just anxious
Wrote this after an experience I had with a girl whom I dated for a short time. This poem was pretty much about how I was trying to win her over, but it was taking longer than expected.
 Jan 2018 lins
fustypetals
;
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fustypetals
;
i dont know
why your name is still
the prettiest thing to write about.

—f.r
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meekah
standing there
watching you talk
the words dripping from your mouth
like water from a broken faucet
i wait in earnest for you to say my name
hope fills my heart
every time you look me in the eyes
but you always look away
and you never say my name
and it isn't until later
when i'm all alone in my room
sitting on my bed
silence wrapping me up like a blanket
that i look to my mirror
and look my reflection in the eyes
and i remember
that i can say my own name
and i've always said it better
anyway
 Jan 2018 lins
alexa
1) I would die without music. I mean really die. The melancholy moodiness of the melodies and the angsty alluring allusions to love... they get me every time.
2) I love the smell of roses; the idea of a natural perfume is beautiful. The way that it was only ever touched by the fingers of Mother Nature is a foreign concept to our man-made world.
3) I don't believe he emanated sunshine, but more, he released a kind of comfortable sadness that I grew to be quite fond of, the kind of sadness that will keep you company on a rainy Sunday.
4) i'm sorry i couldn't be what you needed.
 Jan 2018 lins
Samuel Louis
Who knew?
That you would be in my arms, staring into my eyes
Pressing your lips against mine
The switch of the mouth and tongue
We lay there in the dark
Keeping ourselves a secret from the ones that would cringe at the -
-sight of you with me
Kiss me softly and slowly in the night, under the sheets.
As our friends lay beside us
But then again, we are only friends.
And the feelings that are betraying my heart
Telling myself to move on, but I want to be more than friends
I don't want to have your lips in secret
I know your secrets, and you know mine
...
Maybe that's why it's so hard to look at you now
Now I have to suppress feelings and emotions
I wish we could go back to the time we were drunk...
Drunk in a temporary fantasy where I had your body to myself
And no one would have ever known but us
We gave it a try, but it wasn't right
So we cut it out and went back to being friends.
Now I suffer,
Watching your lips as you talk to me
And I wish I could kiss them
Maybe one day we will get drunk on those feelings again
But we are only friends.
I wrote this poem a couple years ago, when I  found myself attempting to do "friends with benefits". It never worked out, partly because I had real feelings for her... which I never told her about because I was too afraid that she would not feel the same way. We stopped doing FWB and after some time she became one of my best friends. I'm glad we stopped, she is like a sister to me now.
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