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Pao May 2018
she fell in love that night
8:12 PM, March 4th 2017
with a latin woman
her curves illuminating
in the ultraviolet lights
of her bedroom

she tasted paradise,
fingers tracing the outline
of her *******
their bodies interlocked in the heat between them
whisperings of 'i love you'
was all each of them could promise that night of
March 4th 2017
Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
What is a a soul really composed of?
This question is driving me mad,
I think about it, and it is disheartening,
The answer I lean towards is disappointing and sad.

Humans are made from flesh and bone,
Muscle, hair, 10 pints of blood,
Energy to efficiently move each part
A brain holding thoughts in a flood.

I am becoming very doubtful,
As I am writing these words down,
Is a soul what creates emotions,
Tells mouth to smile or frown?

We deny any possibility,
That ends with loss, sorrow, or pain,
I reach up for higher meaning,
Find no knowledge to gain.

Most people's beliefs rest upon a cloud,
Bathed in a golden glow,
I cannot put my faith in something,
No person for certain can know.

I worry souls are nothing else,
But feelings stemming from our brains,
If that is true, when our bodies leave this world,
And our last breath drawn, what remains?
Tay and i had this amazing discussion about what souls really are and i came to the conclusion that they are concentrated energy. I couldn't accept the obvious answer which is that they are an extension of our conciousness. What do you think?
You're something beautiful
Something I call mine
Our bodies intertwine
But it is cold without the love
There is more that we could have.
I guess it is over
For I know you hate me
It is okay.
I’ll hate you if you did what I did
It's okay, it is over
Just got inspired while listening to a song.
Harry Gione May 2018
I woke up with an overwhelming sadness in my chest
and didn't understand why my heart felt things that my mind couldn't understand
Through night it grew somber
And shared it's sorrow with me  early this morning

I fear it might be unhappy living in such a constricting chest
I sympathize
With my troublesome heart
As I lay stuck in between heavy sheets
And wonder why it chooses to feel independently from my weak body that needs it so much

What could I have done for it?
It was always too big for me
Following tunnels that either ran way too deep underground or flew among the clouds that circled the mountain tops
What could I have done to make it any more happier?
All I have is my experience of what the ground feels like
Harry Gione May 2018
He is older
And wiser
I am innocent
Not naive
His hands hold secretes and scars and hammers
Mine just holds his
Rj May 2018
It’s hazy tonight as the quarter half moon glows
I grip the edges tight as the moist wind gently blows
Sitting on the rocks of the roof with soft hushed voices
Suddenly not caring about making the wrong choices
The cityscape is faint under shrouds of cool grey mist
I think of all these moments that I know I could’ve missed
My friends sit close and look up, staring up to find the stars
Me pointing out the landmarks, all of them sitting out so far
A moment of sisterhood and rebellion that we have never shared
We pull our shirts and bras off as if we had never cared
We three expose ourselves to the world that softly sleeps
This memory is ours, and it’s only ours to keep.
Xoxo
MJ Apr 2018
She has a drive
to share
her body


Right to

shreds


Always
been an over-

sharer, everyone says.


Swollen lips and
scarred skin,


All of that
spurious

stability,


Coaxing
them

right in
Genevieve Wakutz Apr 2018
starlight bathes
the valley between us
a web of memories
like splintered glass
spiral and soften
into innocent silk
releasing deep anchors
until skin disappears
like a shadow
under the moon
Vnkae Mar 2018
I stare at the grey walls again,
gaze at our picture
It's been a routine
talking to the ghosts
and the silhouettes
since you left me
helplessly
in this crumbly and ragged
paperworld
covered by the stardust

I tried to run
run after you
oh! moonchild
I miss you
you don't see it, do you?

I miss the puffy lips of yours
your ice cold stares
but moreover
the subtle presence of
your warm body
the warmest body
that some days back
clutched me so tight
every midnight
when I was in verge
of another breakdown
your warmth
filled my inner soul
and ushered me back to life

idk where you've been
you faded so swiftly
right in front of me
now

I search for the clues
in all our old Polaroids
and in al the blues and hues

still**
every night you hunt me
in my daydreams
so, I try closing the eyes of mine
wishing to see you
just one more time
just one time more
♡ ♡
It's about longing for a friend/love that's never actually been there but is in your head and subtly, quietly supports you and is your strength.
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