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 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Libby DeLand
Crying for each others attention, it's all they ever do.
Who can be louder?
Is it her, or is it you?

She throws her hangers, he punches the wall.
But truthfully,
he isn't trying to hurt her at all.

Never-the-less, she tries to win the fight.
With fear trembling through my body,
I stay quiet in my room for the rest of the night.

I hear the words, "Move the **** out"
It catches me off guard.
She rolls her eyes, as she seriously doubts.

They scream for each others attention its all they ever do.
There is no denying the obvious tension, for that, I know is true.

The fight settles down while it's just for a second,
They get really quiet,
Then he beckons.

He pulled her near, and hugged her close.
but she just stood there.
I swore she saw a ghost.

He loves her now, but just 5 minutes ago,
he despised her
He said it was time for her to go.

She was hurt and battered
within the day, hour, minute
All of a sudden, she mattered

Bipolar is the official diagnosis
but over the years, shes stopped caring
Fell out of his hypnosis

He plays his unintentional mind game
he doesn't get it.
We never want to play, we don't want to be shamed.

We know who screams louder, it's you.
not knowing how to respond.
Because you follow your own social cues.
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Mateuš Conrad
it feels less pathological
writing about / in a family environment
when so many familial niches
basically **** up;
sounds a bit like: 'oh look 'ere,
'ere comes bozo the didgeridoo *******,
with stories swelling with
only a memory of a single night
in philadephia, all else a marathon
of egoism exploding spontaneously
just in order to keep it up,'
survive the competitive race of dying an
old man, and saying old age isn't
what the slavic maxim states -
starość nie radość (old age isn't happiness) -
seriously, if it was so much about ******
encounters, and cockerel cigars
with a reversal of mouths stuffing pretty
***** sunshine i'd tell you
that the worst combination of theory
came with freudian darwinism - the plague
paralleled with 20th century's dictatorial atheism.
LEARN TO PET ANIMALS BEFORE ATTEMPTING
TO RAISE CHILDREN BOZO!
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Bianca Reyes
I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret
May we never forget

I, The Queen ©


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Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 11, 2016. Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
katie
Willow
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
katie
The willow hangs,
drapes the ground,
dances to a tune
unheard in the hum
of cars and lorries,
in the commotion of
people passing in a
hurry, barely noticing
anything more than the
phones tapped with
fingers & thumbs.
But I notice,
I see it all,
the dance on display,
the symbol of sanity
I need today.
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Her
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Her
Her lips a dream come true,
        taste like chocolate,
        and plumber than a grape,
        hypnotized by their shape.
Her eyes are something amazing,
        deeper than any ocean,
        their gaze, so amazing
        you'll wish you could never escape.
Her body kills me every time,
        perfection in every curve,
        fits me like a glove,
        the ways she moves is out of this world.
Her secret is her mind,
        how it is connected to mine,
        essential to keeping me in line,
        loves me in ways I don't even deserve.
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Peel
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
I want to peel her apart
like a peach, ala' carte
take my time with each part
of her abstract art

Fingers dig in,
under her flesh,
sensations seep in -  
she screams out,
loving the feeling
making a mess,
This is a ******,
she's reaching --

Breathing heavy,
chest heaving,
thirsty mouth, licking --
filling my mouth with her lips.
Calling my name under her breathe

Juices flowing.
increasing my grip.
Stroking her slow,
tensing her body,
flexing her hips.
Her pelvis grinding,
enjoying every drip.

Drunk off her body,
my tongue writhing,
the craving, quenched
she's collapsing
our clothing, drenched.
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Trip
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Be with me,
cause it makes you feel good inside.
being next to me,
will make you feel warm inside.
Holding you in my arms,
keeping you warm,
in a place where harm will never find.
Cuddling you close, holding you next to mine.
My touch melting you from your head down your spine.
Our lips encapsulating time as our tongues vibe.
Running my hands all over your body,
outlining your curves with my lips.
Our souls mate as we kiss.
our bodies eclipse,
as our hearts,
trip.
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Day
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Day
Life,
its sad.
All of us, living,
day by day,
until the day
we die.
alone one day.

Its like that,
from the very first day.
The second you take you first breath
your clock slowly starts ticking away.
Every beat a heart takes,
another second closer to that day.
We all come to this world screaming and cry,
most of us live our whole life the same way,
never taking in the moment - because it wont always be that way.
We are all so lost in our current pain,
we forget that it one day, it will all go away.
Precious are the moments,
as are the memories - in our hearts they replay.
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Crush
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
talking with this prettying girl,
we are just walking --
down this new york block, we just talking
pretty **** thing, high heels, white skirt - black stockings
nice eyes,
thick thighs,
amazing lips,
the perfect smile -- of all things.
she was a flirt ,
kept licking her lips,  as we were talking
but it was much to my delight - I'm not complaining
it was midnight,
in the middle of the park,
a fullmoon, so the scene is candle light dark
stars glistening off her eyes,
each touch of our lips, ended with a spark.
the taste of her lips, was my favorite part.
her skirt -- fitted so tight,
as I clung to her hips
the body contact, felt so electric
the attraction so strong,
pulling me in - like a magnet
she couldn't be more perfect
this night -- out of this world
we are on our own planet.
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
Closer
 Jan 2016 Shylah S
Styles
When I saw you standing there
I wanted to pull you near
let the music play as we dance along
our bodies moving to the song
sexing with our clothes on
can't wait to get you home
your body all over my body,
all alone in the zone
start off on the sofa
running our hands all ova
turning you on to bring you closer
then take you there
until you finish, but
it ain't over,
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