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 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
bryanbeee
And there she was
Standing in the sun

And there she was
With blue eyes

And there she was
Looking at her friends

And here I am again
Standing here in awe

And here I am again
Thinking,
I love her.
So I was dating a girl that I loved so much, but we didn't talk in person much so she broke up with me (or her friends did) and I miss her so much, I just want her back. I will be better next time, but I guess it's too late.
 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
David Hall
you are there in my subconscious
every time that I close my eyes
your head upon my shoulder
underneath a starlit sky

you are there in my conversations
underneath the words I say
the shape of your disposition
towards the topic of the day

you are there when I’m dishonest
your eyes just above the lie
with a cool discerning look
and a disapproving sigh

you are there in my emotions
every smile and every tear
your unexpected absence
at the base of every fear

obsession is an ugly word
infatuation is to sweet
you are there inside my soul
where love and longing meet
 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
PrttyBrd
I'm in love
With
The ghost
Of who you were
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 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
paige v
covered by thorns and hidden by vines
but you’re still attracted to the light
that reflects from my broken sides
you want to swim alone tonight
but I know you’d let me hold you down
Velvet rose petals and shattered glass don't mix but still you’ll love me anyway
despite the scars I've left on you
you’d lay with me
on dead grass
and let me point out your fading colors
you’ll excuse my relentless attempts
to bury you under ground.
“you're destructive
and reflective,
I see myself in you”
As my ridges rip you to shreds you stay with me,
a ****** mess and a lonely swimmer,
another garden destroyed
with wasted raindrop tears
 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
David Hall
Sometimes you just want to be heard
even if the world understands
not one single solitary word.

You raise your voice.
You raise your hand.
You make a move.
You take a stand.

Sometimes you just need to be seen
by total strangers in a public place
without a clue as to what it might mean.

You steel your nerves.
You set your chin.
You stand up straight.
You let them in

Maybe it’s a poem, that doesn't really rhyme
or a picture that you drew
between some notebook paper lines.

Maybe it’s a blog.
Maybe it’s a song.
Maybe it’s not quite right.
Maybe it’s completely wrong.

Sometimes, you just need to be heard.
 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
r
It's unseasonably warm
for a January morning.

I was dreaming of a girl
and blue western skies

...a faded bedsheet
sideways in the breeze
on an old clothes line.

I was dreaming
she was mine.
r ~ 1/18/15
 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
Rexhep Morina
I am one with everything as everything is one with me
in the darkness my self I see,
the light which I am made of, the love that lies within me.

I am the sky beyond,
limitless, bound by none.

I am the air which you breath,
the life that you live,
the memories that you still keep.

I am the earth that you walk on,
the ground that you fall on,
the dreams that you see,
the thoughts that you be.

Everything is me,
I am everything.
One of the first pieces of poetic beauty that I wrote.
just a door away
from the pain
the ache
and the terrible mistakes
that held u in chains

just a door away
from all the tears you
shed
and the world that soon,
consumed you whole

just a door away
from your dreams and
the failures that could have kept them
alive
(at least for a little longer)

just a door away
from what nobody imagined
you would do

and it was just the door
nobody opened
that became the one that
kept you hidden away

**when you let death and beauty
play a game
(( when we're all old and grey with nothing but regrets left in our insatiable minds, you'll forever be sixteen: and that's what terrifies me the most ))

how are we supposed to move on from here?
 Jan 2015 Lua Orion
Emma
I miss him so much
I feel it in my bones
as they bend and break

Like a bullet
ripping through my skin
I felt the emptiness
make my body its home

I spent 4 months
trying to throw up the remains of you
left inside of me
My hands cold
trembling with the weight of memories
My eyes weary
spilling my final regrets

You brought me roses
but forgot to remove the thorns
and I didn't realize until now
that it was a foreshadow of
this
If they say they don't want to hurt you, that's the first thing they will do.
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