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Eleanor Rigby Mar 2015
I was in my early twenties
when you first kissed me.
And now I'm in my middle twenties
And no one's ever beat your kiss yet.
I doubt anyone ever will.


F.Z.**N
Mohammad Skati Feb 2015
Evil and all ugly evil-doers                                                                                         Will fall inevitably                                                                                                          In the good-doers' hands anytime ...                                                                               God is just and                                                                                                              His Great Justice will prevail ...                                                                                     Tyranny and tyrants                                                                                                     Will inevitably fall ...                                                                                                      Nothing bad will remain                                                                                              Simply because the good will prevail ....
Samantha Feb 2015
I think your mouth should be quiet
cause it never tells the truth now
and I think your heart should stop beating
cause it makes my heart beat fast
so fast that it could make it stop



(samber)
2/22/15
Martin Feussner Feb 2015
When would I ever experience time freezing into the marrow of my bones and shattering everything I once was to allow me to melt into a new being.
Alin Feb 2015
Listen to the beat
Take the road
you always compose
silences
of traffic of light
frequency of each pass
renews an auditory
tone of an unknown speech
the colored pitch
tap N
speed up
to cut to
edit
a fading melody
a distortion in reality
to awaken the forgotten symphony
hung in ears while you are half asleep
singing a truth of you from all of you
a gifted silence from your source well
is a wish to come true
PastelPunk Feb 2015
Beer bottles crashed down to the ground
She heard heavy foot steps
Startled and freightened
She had no clue
What to do
Her lover walked in
A smile on his face
Her took a swing and couldnt stop
****** and battered she picks herself
A couple days later
Nobody could know
They'd be so hateful
With a smile
She walked into school
Her body was beaten
And her heart was broken
By one she loved most
She was tired of this
So she went to the roof
Where she felt okay
And then in an instant
She was alone
Dead on impact
She thought no one cared
Nicholas Feb 2015
She cuckoos & swags across the heart
for stealing the breath off its beat,
I enjoy listening to her voices
whispering from somewhere outta Georgia street

William Shakespeare did speak,
"In delay there lies no plenty,----
Then come kiss me, sweety-n-twenty"

So I do write,
"Her devotional love makes the oceans restive,---
Even a breath of her ice crystals muse makes my heart festive"


And, winds blow
Her love arrives to my way,
Waves starting to flow
in one-direction where there's no sun-ray


With some caramel hues of her nocturnal love,
I inhale her throughout the night
Melancholy clouds burst out, though No Mistreat,
The echoes of rain start whispering around me,
&, along such a mist, she cuckoos & swags across the heart with naked feet.
The first title of the write was "Her Bare Feet -  One Breath". IInd Title was "The Epiphany Of Her Love. Well, then I modify the write a wee bit more and come up with the current title.

Ps. Today I learn one thing that`s... "Editing" is way hard than "Writing". It even changes the whole concept of 'Writing'. So one needs to be much focused when it`s a matter of 'Editing'.
Feb.20.2015!
mja Feb 2015
it's not my fault
if i don't hear you
whenever you talk to me

why the pounding in my chest
is the only thing i hear

or why the butterflies
are nothing
compared to the entire animal kingdom
i feel inside me

but i'm sorry,
nonetheless.

what were you saying?


-m.j.a
elizabeth Feb 2015
The sound of my footsteps
is ringing in my ears
because the music has died
and the pizza
has soaked up
all of the alcohol

But you are still
pounding in my chest
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