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 Feb 2015 Mina Eb
Alexandra J
I'd rip out all the stars in the sky
and leave it bare,
just to write you the poem you deserve,
with their everlasting glow and my benighted hands.
Because the darkness
had never been banished so swiftly,
as when I saw you
and you saw me.
Please keep a song of me in your heart,
as I'll keep your smile and this moment,
as I'll think about it too often,
too long.

And wouldn't it be divine,
if we found each other
on a starless night?
i
I'm always the one who loves more,
but always the one alone.

I'm always the one who cares more,
but always the one being left to wither.

I'm always the stubborn one,
always opening the door for people,

when they clearly slam it shut.
 Feb 2015 Mina Eb
jealous
you're the iceberg to my titanic .
you took me by surprise..
and left me in a wreck .
left a hole in the center of my heart
made me unfixable and cold and *broken
past experiences ;
 Feb 2015 Mina Eb
17th
i'll never stop thinking about you
and probably i'll never stop wanting you
for most of the times
i will forgive myself
for wanting to be so close to you
but why is it a bad thing?
why can't I be with you?
the fact that I love you and I want to be with you
doesn't mean that I hate life
they've told us
they've told us
i know we would be together
sooner if they've let me
but its a fact
i'll be dead

*and probably happier than now
 Feb 2015 Mina Eb
Don't Exist
Chapped Lips
The cracked skin on my lips
Represents the crack on my heart
About to break in tiny pieces

The more I smile
The more my lips stretch
The more my heart breaks

But dare I let my lips falls part?
Dare I put lip balm on?
To ease the pain
To cease the blood…?

The Lips overflowed with blood
Like a fountain
And with a splash from the wings of a bird
Gallons flown over my chin
Formed  droplets
And stain my shirt

But the smile stays
But not the heart
The heart is shallow
There’s no more blood to keep it pumping
Just a fragile glass
See through it is
   But its crack near the top left is hard to see…
I really like this poem, but I need help to make it better. Please dont hesitate
Words spill quietly down my ribs.
Dip between every vertebrae,
Spread across awakening skin.

Morning, beautiful, mine.

You speak with wandering syllables,
Sliding vowels and unrolling tongue.

I respond like the ocean greeting the shore.

Smooth, deliberate, desperate.

Time slows, thighs spread
Mouths know, hips beg,
Bodies suspend.

Climbing, carrying, caught.

Palms reach, fingers extend.
With ragged words, once sleek and smooth,
You ask me who i am.

Yours, yours, yours.
It's called the land of equal opportunity
For who?
If you're hair isn't processed, you're already eliminated
You already failed the test
They think their texture is the best
But don't let that discourage you
Because they don't know how beautiful it is to be...
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