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I have mastered crying silently.
You can't even hear me because I have taught myself to do it
Quietly.
It took a lot of practice,
But I had enough times to cry about.

I'm so good at it
You may even call it a talent.
I'm pretty sure I am better at crying silently,
Than I am a poet.

You may even say
Crying comes as a second nature to me.

I'm used to it.
Yeah I'm sensitive. Super sensitive.
No one likes sensitive.
But I can't do a single thing about it.
 May 2015 Sophie
R
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 May 2015 Sophie
R
You are so easy to be around, so easy to talk to.
Thank you for the company, I enjoyed it very much.
I spent quite a bit of time with a really cool guy today. It was nice to talk about normal things.
 May 2015 Sophie
zak
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 May 2015 Sophie
zak
Be silent, I wish you could just listen
For once, at least to my honest admission
I found stars in your eyes, and fire in your gaze-
IT'S ALL WRONG
I will never ever get it
I wanted to write about you
But it's making me feel tragic
You are the fuel, and the flame
It burns well, but ******* all the same

I hope this gets to you like you got to me
I am up to my ears in unwritten words
I hope to god you understand why I could never breathe
I am up to my ears in unsung verses
I was actually hoping to write something  that made sense but I got angry and annoyed at myself
 May 2015 Sophie
zak
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 May 2015 Sophie
zak
I have written enough to fill libraries about you.
I have painted enough to fill a museum or two.
I tried capturing worlds with words and universes with brushstrokes and everything in-between.
Did you know there are over a million words in the English language? And only 10 million shades can the human eye see.
I didn’t. It took your presence to realize there were so few words to describe your eyes,
And your absence made me notice every shade of gray caught in the damp morning light.
Flowers will grow from the dirt beneath my ribs and the world will die a million times over before I forget to write about you.
I hope you don’t stay forever, but I pray my words do.
i forgot for a while there
 May 2015 Sophie
zak
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 May 2015 Sophie
zak
I ***** stanzas -
I spew literary clutter
My poetry is aimless
The words all muddled

I write unsharpened
The point pressed pointless
A fire smoldering with no tinder
The universe questions its existence
 May 2015 Sophie
MartaLuvi
Dimmest obscurity
the depths adduce.

Awaiting
an impatient pulse.

Dazzling light
the ocean floor conceals.

Its rhythm
slowly accelerates,
yet alone.

-Risk is to be taken.
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