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 Dec 2016 yuki
Kerstin
Holding
 Dec 2016 yuki
Kerstin
I love you
You make me feel empty
Is this love
Or is this something else
What to do with these emotions
The sun rises and sets with you
The rain falls because you wish it so
My heart breaks because you will it
I feel like I'm falling in an endless pit
I'm not Edgar Allen Poe
My world is not dark
My heart is not black
I live in the sun
And would **** to have fun
Now I am empty
Holding myself together
Hoping one day
You'll want to keep us together
What to do?
 Dec 2016 yuki
Joshua Michael
Pen in hand ink hasn't flown yet.
Deep in thoughts, deep in my head.
Smoke rings flow out on a coarse set.  Ironic,It twists into a delicate infinity,
Then slowly fades away.
My mind is now empty,
My thoughts all astray.
Sometimes you just need a cigarette
My love you are like an angel to take me
To your world full of charms and graces
Where you want me to believe and to see
How beams of life come on real love faces

How life transforms in to light to explore
Beauty takes its way on sky and on ground
How taste of life travels from pore to pore
How hearts beat face to face with love sound

Let my love tell you something with sincerity
Love and beauty mingle to beautifully create
Where both are in chain and just ready to agree
Only beauty is supreme only love is so great

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Dec 2016 yuki
damsel in distress
He has a pair of brown eyes,
Eyes that can see through her when she is sad.

He has perfectly shaped nose,
that crinkles when she made a joke.

He has a clever tongue,
which words never fails to make her blush.

He has sharp ears,
always hear every word she says when she tells a story.

He has fair skin,
that calms everything it touches except her heart.

*He has all these but can never sense how she truly feels for him.
 Dec 2016 yuki
Jenovah
Houses
 Dec 2016 yuki
Jenovah
You are the houses in suburban cul-de-sacs;
Polished, shiny marbled counter tops
Plush carpet on waxed, heavy wood floors
Collections of perfect china displayed in antique cabinets
Matching curtains to center pieces
Sparkling  champagne and spotless window panes.
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While I am houses hidden in alley ways;
Worn kitchen tiles
Hand-me-down book cases
Collecting dust
Collecting memories in photos on a lone refrigerator
Every breath and sigh stowed in cracks beneath my feet
The whir of aged radiators producing heat.
»»-------------¤-------------««
We are houses whose outsides are structured accordingly
But inside, our unique personality resides.
 Dec 2016 yuki
HappyHappyHappy
Love was a gift to us, humans.
It was given for us to use it as good.
But we turned it into evil.
I want a gift for Christmas....
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