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 Jun 2018 rose
briannah rae
Cliches.
 Jun 2018 rose
briannah rae
I am a writer.
Stringing together eloquent words
To make beautiful sounding sentences:
That is supposed to be
My calling.
And yet ask me
To put into words
The effect you have
On my heart
And I'll tell you
I
Can
Not.
There is something
about your love
That is inexplicable.
Try as I must
I can't fathom
How I landed your heart.
And although I am a writer
My words simply
are not sufficient enough.
So I will leave you with
A collage of cliches
Because there seems to be
No other way:
I love you
to the moon
And back.
You are my sunshine.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Candy is sweet
And so are you.
 Jun 2018 rose
JAC
Epigram 063
 Jun 2018 rose
JAC
Always a writer
always running
out of things to say.
 Jun 2018 rose
JAC
Catherine
 Jun 2018 rose
JAC
You and I
we are better
at being strangers.
 Jun 2018 rose
Pagan Paul
The Wind
 Jun 2018 rose
Pagan Paul
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Standing atop this lonely hill,
my heart slow, breath near still,
tall and straight, arms out wide,
I summon the Wind from the skies.

When she arrives nobody knows
how much of her passion blows,
whispering zephyr, soft cool breeze,
or gale to strip the leaves from trees.


© Pagan Paul (18/06/18)
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 Jun 2018 rose
eileen
I'm constantly changing
now everyday I'm dreaming

You lay by the sun
so I won't see you leave
I can't believe
I'm really nothing

today I feel like a speck of dust
against all these people
who have luck

I just want to go home
wherever that is
 Jun 2018 rose
Aslam M
The Hot Tea
 Jun 2018 rose
Aslam M
On a dull weekend evening
Pondering over life
With a hot cup of tea in my hands.

I watch the  celling and the big lights.  
Those beautiful rectangular doors.
Those Color Full Curtains swaying.  
The  dark paintings on the walls.  

Such a wonderful place I have
Enjoyed that hot cup of tea of mine.
 Jun 2018 rose
nelly villarreal
watchful eyes covered by frames
toxic mind with hypnotizing words
bad choices blinded by a hurt past
abandoned without control of their emotions
receiving love but its never enough
they crave for attention
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