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I pondered everything
You did that I adored.
A smile played on my face
As I remembered
Your eyes,
Your smile,
Your cologne.
But mostly I remembered
The way I caught you watching me,
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
And the way you turned away,
A smile on your lips,
Blood in your cheeks.
when you catch him looking at you, and he casually looks away.
I remember the smell
In the library,
The quilt squares
That covered the tall shelves,
Homes to old, aging pages;
The aroma of faded words,
Fresh and strong,
Like the nail polish remover
Used to steal away
The chipped, black polish,
That lied over my long fingernails.
The nail polish that had once
Matched the dress I wore at your funeral.
My only memories of you
Hide within the perfume
Of musty bindings.
if you are unaware of who this poem is a tribute to, please, step away from the keyboard and go to your nearest library. Search Edgar Allan Poe.
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
Arija E
I've seen a wolf get kicked
He whimpers and then he is silent
But he howls in his silence

My mouth is closed
My chin is down
I have learned my lesson

But listen closely
Really tilt your ear into my chest
And you will hear a howl

A howl of the strongest resolve

I am the wolf that was stupid
I am the wolf that got kicked
I will whimper and be silent

My howl is now for me
T amo....... De día o d Noche ;)......!!!
en invierno o en verano
despierta o dormida...
en silencio o con ruido
trabajando o descansando...
simplemente
la mejor forma
de ver lo mejor de la vida,
es contigo..........!!!!
a darker shade
embraced my shadow
and sew smiles out of my lips that he hung
on my mouth like the red-white bracelets
we give each other
each March
(somewhere far away from here)

I do not write,
I am spilled out on a page
like that time I got drunk on an empty soul
and vomited behind a dozen loves
on dog-****** snow

I am faulty
for I am an inhalation of the wind
and for

I fell from

love

into him

the tip of my fingers itch
and my eyelashes quiver like images of leaves
in water

Why did he decide
to make me part of his dream?

Why did I decide that these lines
are written for him?
tin
Lots of confusing emotions
Aimed for success achieved it
No one seemed to care
I've rushed ready or not
Made the most of things
Surface, where's the purpose?

Can we get deeper, instead of making the cliff steeper
Or is this all we got?

Simple Apathy, or Simple Neglect has put us on a path towards wreck.
Do I even know you? Do I even know myself?

Why all these questions?

It’s scary to say that we all have secrets, and finally know that it is completely true.
You’re hiding something from me, I’m hiding something from you.

All we’ve known is surface. No wonder we’ve lost our purpose.

Blank faces, day to day
Blank people seem to get in my way.

I’m not terrified to understand you, I’m just terrified for you to see me.

And so our community falls apart, and yet worse than that
Instead it’s built on lies, made steady by meaningless chat.

Where is your God? Are you holding him, or is he holding you?

Is he sitting on your surface, or is he your complete purpose?
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