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 Mar 2016 q
Marjani
Lonely Soul
 Mar 2016 q
Marjani
Just another lonely soul
Walking a path of shame
The path of finding
Me...the girl separated and then reunited with pain
Not restricting myself to what is, but allowing myself to let go of what was...
Just another lonely soul
 Mar 2016 q
Liz And Lilacs
Today a man told a **** joke.
Everyone laughed.
I stood there and thought about it for a moment
And then I asked,
"What is funny about that?"
The laughter stopped
and they stood there in silence.
The momentary silence of shattered illusions,
There was no answer
Because it wasn't funny
So why laugh?
 Mar 2016 q
Vanessa Escopin
Everytime I felt alone, I write
Everytime I feel lonely, I write
Everytime I feel empty, I write

When my emotions were blur, I write
When my emotions were mixed, I write
When my emotions full of sadness, I write

Every sadness, lonely, empty feeling I felt, I write
Because in that way, I let my emotions out.
I do it in a way where I can tell it to myself.
 Mar 2016 q
S Smoothie
Heart stains
 Mar 2016 q
S Smoothie
The wind blew your name across my chest
Breathing a warmth that spread like fine whiskey with tears
Your song whispered In  my head
And I still miss you
Like a kiss waiting for sweet  lips
Pieces of your presence hold me again
And I bask in your memory
That was a long time  before
Before you found your conscience and your  soul
And it never mattered I was a ******* like you
Now I've found mine
I guess I should say thanks
But I miss you more than ever
I can feel you miss me too
Soul kisses on the wind
The dark mess  was always so beautiful
My lips would burn for you
Nowhere as burning white
As this heart burning your name in my soul
My beautiful stain
Folder:  Heart aesthetics
 Mar 2016 q
Flita Fernandes
The unexpected symphony,
Filled the empty darkness.
A violin, polished black ebony,
Poised beneath her whispered breath.

A raven ruffled its wings nearby,
Blending into the inky mass.
Beady eyes stared all around,
Unexpected audience, weeping sound.

Her fingers fumbled as she plucked the strings,
A sigh from luna, melancholy in the form of mist.
Constellations sewn into the blanket of stars,
The rusty strings sighing with an electric buzz.

Tragic symphony harmonized by broken yield,
For she plays her violin until her fingers bleed.
 Nov 2015 q
mmikee
Can't break the pretense
it's what keeps me straying
Can't really help but keep it
to spill will fill nothing but hatred

holding the act just a little bit
just maybe someone may see it
not from you but maybe
just a little and maybe you...

laughing and squealing our heart out
I almost asked it, almost say it
what was it, where did it began?
always dazing, that was me fallin'

what are "we" really?
maybe there ain't we
just me and you
nothing more than two.
 Nov 2015 q
Kj
dating a writer
 Nov 2015 q
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
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