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 Oct 2018 mae
Erica
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
fake
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
 Oct 2018 mae
An artist in making
If you keep watering a dead plant
You will end up with mud
 Oct 2018 mae
She Writes
My Reasons
 Oct 2018 mae
She Writes
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

:)
 Oct 2018 mae
Alexander
I ripped my heart out
then put it on your silver platter
and all you can say is
“ I’ll text you later .”
I guess this is how heartbreak goes for some people.
 Oct 2018 mae
Krista DelleFemine
If birth control pills could give a buzz
"Unwanted" pregnancy would no longer be a
Problem
 Oct 2018 mae
c
Bleeding Words
 Oct 2018 mae
c
When I left
I told myself
I was fine
With being me

But I’m bleeding poetry again,
So am I really myself at all?
 Oct 2018 mae
Alex Smith
Heart
 Oct 2018 mae
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
 Oct 2018 mae
Armand-DeamoJC
The poet:
Write about the sun
during the dark
then writes of the moon
in the afternoon
Writes on a blank page
'till that page's full

The poet:
Reads over his(her) words
as if they're chords
then sit in sorrow
and wonder
if he'll(she'll) write better tomorrow
No idea where this comes from, might have a good poem coming up
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