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anne Feb 2010
come onyou canyou'll sober up in timejust spend the night      this shouldn't be happening      there are plenty of things you could be doing      rather than... this.       it will get out of hand      drama; you hate drama.you could be with your friends that care.you could be doing something that helps, not hurts.something that especially doesn't hurt yourself..Why truly Why are you doing thisthey're just over-reacting.it wasn't that big of a dealthey'll get over ityou meant what you saidyou have an opinion and you stand by itthey are wrongand youare right      that was uncalled for      you could have given the benefit of the doubt      you've known each other a long time     you could have asked calmer than that      it was coming thoughWhy did you do that!?you hurt their feelingsyou could have gotten over itjust waited it outyou could have done itnow you really did it
written july 5th, 2009.
Puck  Oct 2014
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for the people who understand coding...a bit...like me. haha.
i don't know, thought it was fun to do something different.
Max O Jul 2011
I saw you through the limelight sky,
the flowers move as you do,
smell as you do,
so elegant and so beautiful,
all of them wanting to be you,
gorgeous


Moving through the winded meadow,
the grass flowing in your flootsteps,
your dress is blowing in the wind,
looks like youare ready to fly


Finally,
you look at me,
even from across the plains,
I can see your lucious eyes,
intrigued,
I know you want to come closer,
yet I stand here,
awaiting your every move.
Dishes  May 2015
THE REASON WHY
Dishes May 2015
THE REASON WHY MOST OF MY ART IS ABOUT you IS BECAUSE THE ONLY INSPIRATION I DRAW COMES FROM your BOUNCY CURLS AND HAIR AS MESSY AS your THOUGHT PROCESS. you MAKE ME WARM WHERE IN MOST CASES IM PURPLE WITH COLD AND NUMB TO THE BONE. I MAKE ART ABOUT you BECAUSE I KNOW ONE DAY you WILL LEAVE ME. ALL I WILL HAVE IS THE ART THEN, IN ART youARE PERMANENT IN ART I CAN COME CLOSE TO FEELING THE MOMENTS WHERE you LOVED ME AGAIN. BUT MY POEMS ARE SAD BECAUSE I FEAR you NEVER loved ME AND POETRY IS MY ONLY FORM OF STABILITY.
Why do you say things like you love me then say you cant love anyone?
Frosted Flowers Sep 2013
She fed everyone lies
And now she has no real ties
Living in her deluded world
Unaware of what she did
How can you be evil
If you think youare truly good
I would sincerely help you
If only you would turn true
PK Wakefield  Jul 2013
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PK Wakefield Jul 2013
life is strange i'm dying(youare)and the world is
out my window are little boats
dots
boats
dots

toandfro dots
boat
dots

little and to and fro
dots
go whizzing very slowly
outside my window

i can
a glass perspiring
at my hip
does
the wind
cooly blusters
feel

and a flower
very like is
a girl cut dribble

which grasps the air climbing
into the heat of july

a star
PK Wakefield  Sep 2013
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PK Wakefield Sep 2013
rain come


rain come so youare

wet rain so


so nice and
so pretty and
so. Rain,

would you
part your lips
entering me.                 And



rain, would you curl upon each smoothness kiss?

rain, you are so grey. rain, you are so wet. rain, you part your lips entering the sea and your chin wobbles hardly a bit swallowing the hard inch of the city rain your cheeks are a bit like trembling and when they are full of the city you look up and with your entering lips parted shining wet you cry




                                     Rain
S Smoothie Oct 2015
It was  a fraction of a flicker,
Though  it seemed so drawn out
passing through each other's spiritual planes
It all rushed through me,
An instant in forever
like time didn't mean a ****
And none of the writhing pain remembered,
until well and truly sobered,
And not in any depth,
even now in this forced reflection
Writing this useless scrawl
seeking a justification
for our concrete separation.

No luck.

The universe won't answer

The Sands of Time
keep slipping through
the glass walls that dive us.

Only the deepest sleep
brings the opportunity
To skip amongst the stars
cast away the game of hide and seek,
To play joyfully our celestial kiss chasey,
To catch each other in our arms,
Where the empty spaces of youare filled
And meld into a complete
Alchemic etherial union.


But like sleep,
astral dreams must end.
The light of reality
breaks through the window,
And I know every degree of separation
Our crueltly is the highest true sacrifice of our kind
The highest love requires the highest trust
And belief that nothing else matters
But the ethereal elevation
of every version of existence,

The karmic heart lessons must be learned
The test must be endured

I've drawn out every awakening
I've walked around in circles waiting for you
Every chance I slip,
Every time I see you again
With these earthly eyes
Feel your presence with this grounded soul,
I don't want to come home
But it's all in vain
I'm ready to leave this test,
I have to go;
The stars are calling,
hurry dearest  love,
I dont want to go
Please,
don't make me goto another plane
without you.
This is an excerpt from my book and is copyrighted
Scribblenaughts and Swoon Theories / Wound Theories
504
you come around for a while
before u sleep and  i smile
knowing its only when youare dreaming
and awake i hate being alive
Satsih Verma Sep 2020
History repeats. Youare
drifting away from point of return.
Life cries hurt, in eyes of Venus.

The golden gate of love
swings back to flames of forest.The
lovebirds want to be caged.

The sensuality of moon preens
before the broken mirrors. Time takes
revenge. After pause sun comes up slowly.

— The End —