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 Mar 2016 Roza A
alex kennedy
Your body is a language I would like to be fluent in.
 Mar 2016 Roza A
elissa
cloudy skies obstruct your eyes
waves are your body,
your irises are the tides.
i never got a chance to touch your body the way she did but i did touch you the way she couldn't

j.f
 Mar 2016 Roza A
ryn
Unconditional
 Mar 2016 Roza A
ryn
Is there love for another?
Much like this?
One's that unconditional,
unrestricted.
One so free...
That skeptical eyes would miss.

The beauty in such a commitment,
can't be quantified in greens or gold.
Unbound by petty materialism...
That jingles and folds.

It's invaluable...
Only to the ones who would see
and acknowledge it.
It's coveted only by those
who fearlessly dare
to embrace it.

So...

Strive for unconditional love.
For it is the greatest gift,
anyone could receive
and bestow.
For it will be the sun
that fires
the beats in your heart.
For it is the abundant glow
cascading...
From the moon's
limitless flow.
 Mar 2016 Roza A
Krusty Aranda
An interrumpted heartbeat
A crooked candle half lit
A careless wander into the pit
The suffocating summer heat

A self inflicted chest pain
Messing with the lion's mane
Diagnosis: not insane
Walk on on the empty lane
 Mar 2016 Roza A
Torin
alright
 Mar 2016 Roza A
Torin
I don't want to be alright
I want to crumble like centuries
I want my limbs to whither like December
I want my treaty broken by a band of outlaws
Who can justify all the wrong that's been done with their own twisted logic

I don't want to be alright
I want to break like a wave in the night
I want my fingers to lose all feeling and all strength
I want my peace to be lost in an unjust war
Fought by soldiers who never really knew what they were dying for

I don't want to be alright
Because if I am
It will be your proof
I never really loved you
And I know I did
I don't want to be wrong

I'd rather suffer
Just how much I love you 10 5 14. She'll never know
 Mar 2016 Roza A
James M Vines
Years have flown by and time has taken its toll. Many have been the sorrows and lessons learned. Now when things seem bleak, fruit from seed sewn has begun to be harvested. For on the journey of trial, many a soul has been rescued and many a wanderer has been shown the right path. The stranger has been comforted and wounds have been healed. Though there have been set backs and people have fallen by the wayside, those who have been found and helped have made the trip worth while. In the grand scheme of all things, we are but a small part of a play. So we must endure the journey to reach our destination, what ever that may one day be.
 Mar 2016 Roza A
R
Addiction
 Mar 2016 Roza A
R
she walks hand in hand with the thing that will eventually **** her
she blows soft kisses in the wind
empty I love you's

the thing says
"I know you can't live without me"
and disappears

The girl screams silently
cries
dies

The thing comes back
to her funeral
and says
"I knew you couldn't live without me"

— The End —