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 Mar 2014 stacy kate
iznolan
Down.
 Mar 2014 stacy kate
iznolan
as i walk past them
all eyes are looking at me
whole world turns black to me

they see my face
they became pale

they see my smile
they knew of desperate

their mean looks suffocated me
i'm in the flood living in hatred

is this the sentence of being ugly?
why did ugly chose me?

it feels like everyday
i can't detach from getting enemies
 Mar 2014 stacy kate
Amanda
My heart has been
d,
since your eyes met mine.
i
The little gaps punctuating the Z's are
filled by the little crease line that gently brackets your mouth right before you smile,
z
the way your eyes flickers in amusement; it's like a dozen of stars winking at me.
The words you speak from those lips flit recklessly in between.
z
It's the tiniest of winks that causes my heart to stutter a little.

Just a little, ok-ay, sweet-heart?
Don't flatter yourself.
y
It's that inexplicable yet silence that does not quite feel like silence.
Hihihi there, lovely! How was your day?
I hope you enjoy this poem!
x
P.S I have no idea how this structure of poem will work. Do you guys understand  it? :")
I really hope so.
*fingers-crossed*
Of course, you geniuses will.
*wink*
 Mar 2014 stacy kate
Liam
Stanza 1
yada, yada, yada
...something clever

Stanza 2
blah, blah, blah
...something sincere

Stanza 3
la, la, la
...something profound

Stanza 4
yeah, yeah, yeah
...something vague

Stanza 5
etc, etc, etc
...something touching

Stanza 6
hmm, hmm, hmm
...something to ponder

Should I post this mess?
...meh...
...deleted it the first time...shouldn't take myself too seriously...so...again...
 Mar 2014 stacy kate
Liam
Embedded
 Mar 2014 stacy kate
Liam
She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind
 Mar 2014 stacy kate
berry
nobody warns you about the first boy who tells you he wants to marry you.

nobody warns you about the tangible shift in the universe when he parts his lips to smile.

nobody warns you about the poetry he'll write you or how your knees will weaken or the melancholy hidden between the layers of his laughter.

nobody warns you that miles will morph into lightyears and you will curse the ocean for being the only thing that keeps his fingers from resting between yours.

nobody warns you about the day his sweater doesn't smell like him anymore.

nobody warns you that human hands are incapable of holding a person together.

nobody warns you that sometimes love is not enough, no matter how much you wish it was.

nobody warns you about the crippling nostalgia that renders you breathless.

nobody warns you about the nights when silence screams for your blood.

nobody warns you about the crater that forms in your chest in the middle of the night when he doesn't answer.

nobody warns you about how it's going to feel when he tells you he's in love with someone else.

nobody warns you that forever is a lie.

- m.f.
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