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 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Meenu Syriac
Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I fell and rose, but crawled back inside.
Of how with I wind I conquered the skies,
But with the rain I fell to the ground.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Of how I let my heart have its way.
Of how I sat alone by the river
And felt the wall around me grow taller.
Of how I loved but never felt loved,
Broke my self and never stood up again.
Let the stars tell you my story
How I'd look to them every night.
Sit there by the window,
And sing the saddest song of plight.
Watching them shine with brilliance,
Wishing for it to shine through my mind.
Let the stars tell you my story,
Let them sing to you the song I taught them each starry night.
Someday when I leave through the back door,
Maybe then you'll get to know why I cried,
Maybe then you'll know the pain
I hid from you all this while.
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Emma Jacobson
I let you use my body last night
i think i liked it more than you did
the look in your lion eyes made me tremble as
you crawled over the leather skin of my couch
and dragged your hungry lips over mine
i let the embers on your fingertips brand chains around my wrists
a wild laugh escaped from your teeth
as you pressed yourself up against me
to let me feel the excitement
and show me what was coming
your breath pricked my skin
as your hands ripped away everything stopping them from warm flesh
i was naked
exposed
stripped
raw
for you to see
and touch
and control
you led me like a child into the bedroom
I was your doll, as you bent me over the side of the bed
sweat licked my spine
and i felt your eyes tasting every curve of my body
anticipation ran its fingernails over the velvet  of my back
You stood silently behind me,
your fingers played with the space just above my anxious skin
making me wait
I bite into the skin of surrender
and let the juices bleed
down my open lips
to the blooming lilies of my neck
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Emma Jacobson
I just want to run wild
strap my black boots on tight
hear leather on concrete in empty night
Let my lightning set the streets on fire

feel my skin ****** by distant eyes
watching me from the icy sides
of their mundane wives
mundane lives
shooting up their jealously makes my head feel high

scream up like a bullet at the sky
please God, don't let me cry
leave these crystal eyes diamond dry
already on the edge, just let me fly

I've never felt more alive
I laugh like a deviant child,
when you all seem to think I've died
But baby, I'm only dead on the inside
or the outside
Maybe both, or neither, at the same time
I still like me better when I've lost my mind
Lana Del Rey has been inspiring me lately
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Joe Cole
Untitled
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Joe Cole
'Twas not the way we lived
not the way we chose to die
But the dragon ships keep sailing
towards a foreign sky
Keep up the stroke to the beat of drum
Soon the wind will you have
soon you will be home
Swept ashore on a foreign shore
the gods now speak for us
put them to the sword and spear for our wealth
they must posses
They were men but fourty strong who did our lands asaill


They were vilking, strong off arm
and yet we still prevailed


.
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Kendra B
Sheets
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Kendra B
I no longer yearn for tenderness.
I only once yearned for it because I thought it was what was right.
Soft,
Gentle,
Love.
Sweet
Between
The Sheets.
With Patient Kisses.
And hands
that Do Not
Hunger.
But I need you to Ravish me...
Because when you ransack me it feels ravishing.



© 2014 Kendra Bowman
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Nemo
Anti-venom
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Nemo
Forget everything you thought you knew about love
because I'm here to tell you that love is poison.
It's in all of us.
Killing us.
Making us depressed
and discontent.
But the anti-venom
is the poison of someone else.
Someone who will let you cut them open
and see all the filth inside them
and you will drink their poison.
it will be bitter
and sweet.
It will be strong at times,
and sour at others
but you will drink it.
All of it.
and they will drink yours.
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Ashli
Funerals
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Ashli
i don't mean to offend;
but i dislike funerals
people want to say a few nice words
so they aren't plagued with guilt and they can confess to a corpse
a corpse that can't smile, appreciate or be filled with profound joy
cowards
all of them
to spare the truth when the person can't feel the pain
to speak of love
when the person cant share the same
not even in death we are granted the truth
some people at funerals should just stay mute,
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