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 Oct 2013 Lucy
Dagogo Hart Dagogo
I prefer to wear my heart on my collar just so you see it skip a beat each time you peck my cheeks

I wish I could connect my veins to your brain and my arteries to your fingertips so we know what we feel for each other

Sometimes it seems like we’re still trapped in an hour glass, must have been the closest thing we did to spending eternity together.

You let me cover every inch of you with finger paintings, just to show me it can be fun watching paint dry.

I like that you’re sweet in a weird kind of way, like ice cream in winter.

Sometimes I etch your name on the branches of winter trees, hoping I would hear it in the wind from summers leaves.

I like the way your hair sleeps on your shoulders, like your ears have been reciting bed time stories.

We’re like shoe laces in key holes, odd but a perfect fit.

Now and again I try to steal a little bit of cloud, I know how you get each time I get to nine.

But for now all I can do is jumble alphabets till I find a combination worthy of you.
 Oct 2013 Lucy
Softly Speaking
Hello?
Is anybody there?
I just need a shadow to respond
In order to let me know that I’m not crazy.
And if it’s all a lie, at least ill have myself.
At least ill have time by my side,
Wrapping its arms, suffocating me in a bubble.
It’s safe in here,
Until the toxins build up,
And the oxygen runs out,
Then the flickering candle shall perish,
Leaving me alone in the dark,
With the same shadows.
 Oct 2013 Lucy
ceruleanveins
2.
 Oct 2013 Lucy
ceruleanveins
2.
if we ever get drunk again
I'll remember that day our lips met
and that day when
you stole my breath away

but if we ever spent the next day
you wanting us to be 'just friends'
I will grab you by your shoulders
and shake the world out of you
and kiss you so hard
that my lipstick stained your lips permanently

this way
it'll be my turn to steal your heart away
and i will make you doubt
of why you ever thought
that you are better off alone
 Oct 2013 Lucy
marina
i woke up to find your name
tattooed on my bones, and darling,
i don't mind at all
whenever i don't know what to title my poems, they end up as 'this is not a love story' or 'this is a love story' because honestly that's pretty much how i can describe every other part of my life
 Oct 2013 Lucy
Maxine Rife
GoodNight
 Oct 2013 Lucy
Maxine Rife
Here's a body-There's a bed
There's a pilliow-Here's a head
There's a curtain-Here's a light
There's a puff-and so good night
 Oct 2013 Lucy
J Hov
Like the cigarette burn on my left forearm
You left a mark
A mark that reminds me
That you were here
Reminds me of a time
When the colors were vibrant with life

These struggles put the strain
Of anxiety on my soul
Lost ever since that mark was seared
Now looking for the light
The love
To remove
The one that left the mark on my heart

— The End —