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Michristle May 2015
I really can't break
his strong love for her.

Because my heart knows
how it feels to be broken.
Brent Kincaid Apr 2015
Sometimes it’s like a magic trick
And suddenly someone is there.
It’s like you’ve known each other
But can’t remember just where.
But quickly thinking is not the thing.
Instead it’s feeling that matters.
Your lifelong fear of heartbreak
And trusting suddenly shatters.

The two of you find yourself
Talking like long-lost friends
And before you even know it
Something wonderful begins.
Looking into each other’s eyes
And it seems to mean so much.
It feels like warm caresses
But you haven’t even touched.

As the evening goes on, joyously
Enjoying laughing and walking.
Then the time has finally come.
You find you need to start talking.
“Now that we have met each other
Won’t you stay just one more hour;
Just be here close together
And let this romance fully flower?”

It’s just that simple, just that easy
For the love affair to get its start.
Two people you were before now
Have become just this one heart.
Everything seems to have changed.
The air is fresher somehow.
The lights are brighter, the colors too.
The world is just perfect now.

Brent Kincaid
4/25/2015
Pablo Silva Apr 2015
The deadly air of autumn’s blow
Empowered winter’s cold to flow,
But spring’s warmness began to grow,
Releasing summer’s smoothing glow.

     It started out as a mer gaze,
     Bringing my lonely heart ablaze,
     We were lost in a lovely maze
     Surviving the long autumn days.

     Can we handle the freezing cold?
     The one that wraps us close and hold
     Unto each other like glimmering gold
     As time stops, turning us into winter’s mold.

     We slit in half, when spring arrived,
     As I believed love was thrived,
     I felt you had my heart revived
     But it was clear you were contrived.

     Now summer begins to boil down,
     I can see all your endless frown,
     You indeed fooled me like a clown,
    So I watch our affair slip, drown.

Summer was to bring us together,
But spring showed we’re light as feather,
In winter we were twined with tether,
Did you enjoyed autumn’s weather?
madelyne knoll Apr 2015
i slept with someone not you today
actually we ******
it wasn't romantic, i didn't love him
and before we were made one, i was terrified i couldnt do it
i was scared i couldn't have *** with someone i didn't love
and then i realized, you never made love to me.
it had always been just *******.
We were an explosion:
we mattered and filled the empty spaces out.
We drew constellations on our walls,
planned a future amongst those stars.
There's planets we dressed
and passionate nebulas we blessed.
But somewhere in between the crosshairs,
the distance exceeds us;
we kept adding anyway.
Time was a construct made for us to measure our existence but instead I count the seconds like decades. Your hands haven't reached for mine in eons.

Our Universe might have grown
but now we're galaxies apart.
Inspired by the passionate temporary affairs
Madaline Apr 2015
Sir
"I'm tired of living for other people." he said,
as he brushed his fingerprint vertically down her lip.
The sun drifted behind a cloud
The room began to darken
He recited his strong opinions.

She glanced at his receding hairline
The prematurity of his maturity enticed her.
Scattered thoughts
of the knowledge that his head possessed
clouded her judgement

His wrist up her tights
Her mouth was dry, they leant in
A bitter kiss filled with passionate regret
Looking into his eyes she pressed herself up from the table
and left.
S A Sadeq Apr 2015
It is done for the green because of the green that flows in my veins
It is for the one who is fifteen and chose my love to abstain

It is done for the love affair and the feeling of the power trip
It is done for my inability to care and my constant need to sip

It is done because god talked to me and I am the chosen one
It is done because I am nobody and am considered equal to none

It is done because my plans are already ****** and rather vindictive
It is done not by me but by a ****** twisted yet slick miss-give

It is done because its a rare rush for me to eradicate a billion
It is done for it is his pathetic life I want to obliterate to oblivion

It is a mixture of anger and pleasure pushing something into limbo
To end every beginning including this rhyme destruction
Destruction; an aspect of death
these poems are involve in the story of my in-progress novel "REM"
...
Who am I  to know the truth?
You say it's all in my hands?
How dare you
To put
Your ***** in my court?

I know I may call the shots,
Stuck between two wars,
But here's the truth:
I may be the only one
Who loses.

Either way,
I'm broken hearted.
I lose no matter what.

For I may seem I have the upper hand...

But neither of you will ever know.

This choice does not end with someone's happiness...
I alone,
Will feel the pain.
HeartOfSorrow Mar 2015
Forbidden
A girl soft and sweet
Fun when we meet
Soft lips,
Hot hips,
Perfect skin
Enducing my thoughts of sin
A touch, a kiss,
A subtle wink that they missed,
I see your smile,
I'm in denial,
Lust to dust,
Lashes to ashes,
Come see me, feel me,
See where this love could be.
Francine Young Mar 2015
Two
Passionate love,
How had they managed it?
A flask of bourbon
Was this blundered love affair
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