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 Jan 2015 Starman
Lianna Walters
New year.
New heartbreaks.
New surprises.
New mistakes.
New disappointments.
New feelings.
New horrors.
New people.
New poems.
 Jan 2015 Starman
Brider Olen
there's something
dangerous
about the way you pause
ever so slightly before
pressing your lips
to mine

it's as if the space
between our lips is
begging you to
keep your distance

because if you were
to proceed, you'd find
yourself in a world of
contradiction

you see, i am the moon
and i find myself
lusting after
the city

instead
of
the
sea
.
 Jan 2015 Starman
Craig Harrison
Where does it end
Hell on Earth
Hell in dreams
Hell in death
where is heaven
where is peace
searching amongst this hatred, anger, violence
nothing but Hell
where does it end
 Jan 2015 Starman
Frecky Rosa
Only at  Hellopoetry,
The heart counts hearts
 Jan 2015 Starman
Mohd Arshad
Poetry
Is
Wine;
It
Should
Be
Drunk
By
All
As
It
Is
Permitted
In
A­ll
Religions!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2015 Starman
Rakyand
The truth
 Jan 2015 Starman
Rakyand
In the middle of nowhere
you can feel that you're alone
but it's when you're with people
that you realize you're on your own
 Jan 2015 Starman
antxthesis
And if someone asked me how much I miss you, & even though words cannot formulate how much my being aches for you I'd say:

"I think I miss him the way how the football field misses the knees of men, as they kneel in victory.

Think I miss him in the way how a child misses her mother's breast, as she has gotten too old for that now.

Think I miss him the way a mother misses the bulge in her belly, after she has given birth.

Think I miss him the way how the playground misses the children, because they're on summer break.

Think I miss him the way how a druggie misses the smell of *******.

Think I miss him the way how a stripper misses the pole after work and the way how a ******* misses being penetrated.

Think I miss him the way how a mother miss her cold blooded, murdered son

Think I miss him the way how the sheet misses lovers after nights of *** only to find out they're lovers no more.

Think I miss him the way the trees miss leaves during fall
And the way how the ground misses the leaves during spring.

Think I miss him the way how the sky misses the moon during the day and the way how it misses the sun during the night.

Think I miss him the way how my lips misses his, and in the way how my finger misses his skin."

And if they ask when I miss you the most:

"I think realize I miss him when the most, when days get rough, and the days when forcing a smile just isn't enough."
 Jan 2015 Starman
Tiberias Paulk
Where are the whispers that graced my ears
Where are the songs that soothed my fears
Where are the raindrops on skin like silk
Where now are all the others of your ilk
Where are the fingers that traced my spine
Where are the eyes that once held mine
Where are the hearts that together did weep
All lost between the contrast of awake and sleep
 Jan 2015 Starman
Tiberias Paulk
This form of diet consists of nothing cause I'm trying to close the gap
between a place that's almost something and the place where nothing's at
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