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Anonymous May 2014
Face of a innocent,
looking for love.
the wrinkles of youth,
frown upon,
the desperation she reeks.

The loneliness,
overpowering her,
as she see's the others.

The laughs they share,
the heart break they bare,
the love they show,
their hopes that grow.

She wants to feel that love,
that heart break,
that hope.

But the wrinkles of her youth say wait,
it's not your turn,
just sit and watch,
and learn.

Because it is not your turn.
How i feel right now /:
Anonymous May 2014
Anger is an emotion;
a feeling that takes over.
I push it down,
saying "No, i wont let you."
But it just mocks me with it's evil laugh.

You trigger it,
you just don't know,
that you're the match that lights my fire,
and she's the cold to keep it down.

I am an mount of flesh,
holding in so many emotions,
but the ones that are the most,
are the ones you shall fear.

Because one day,
she wont keep them down,
she wont be around,
and when they day comes,
you better beware.

For, on that day,
My anger,
My Fire,
is going to ignite.
wrote this for an english..
  May 2014 Anonymous
Allania Berkey
Anger becomes me,
Rage engages my fits .
Such unholy acts transpire through me.
Blood vesicles are visible on my illuminant skin.
Breath becomes heavy,
breath grows slow.
Tears puff in my eyes.
Lost, is my mind,
Solace is solitary.
To me it's all the same,
Solace to anger  
and,
anger to pain.
Rage grows old,
Smiles become unholy,
Tears are solitary.
Anger,
Anger,
Anger.
  May 2014 Anonymous
miki
Anger will blind you,
and it will make you a fool.
Red is the color,
and a world without love is your home.

Anger is like a thief,
that will steal happiness in your sleep.
It will creep up inside you,
and it's your choice if you'll make it rule.
At least I tried.
  May 2014 Anonymous
Maggie Bartolome
A quick whip of the wrist
and I've fallen.
I see gentle fingers
and porcupine hair.
Porcupines' aren't real.
They're fantastical creatures we made up.
You're mellow
your voice is hollow as your breath can be
well-labored and painful looking.
Is see beyond your bedroom eyes
and your needs
that say you to be the big spoon
in the little spoon bunch.
The last one put down,
the first one picked up.
Turned over of lust
and anxiety.
You're mellow
your voice is hollow as your face can be.
Life-like giraffe linen curtains
beckon me to
rest in your arms.
The length of your body from ceiling to floor
is equally as fantastical as
a made up creature.
The moon cries in equal fear that
it will not see me to be with you
for we are too far
and too late.
Like an enraged teenage girl
it turns itself over for a new day.
Listen;
there is a hell of a good universe next door.
Let's
go.
E.E. Cummings, moon, universe, lets go, missing you, love, sad, borrowed, line,
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