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Ankita Gupta Nov 2018
Let them run, wild in the fields

Your thoughts, they need to breath

They have been captivated

Captivated long in the maze

Of lost love and future that seem astray

Let them go to a place they know

Where they find solace

But don't loose sight, they tend to wander

Go to the places they still fonder

Guide them to come back to a place so safe

Green fields and everything but maze
Thinking about the thoughts
Evelyn Genao Nov 2018
The waves crash against my body,
As the tide pulled me further out.

I screamed, salty water filled my lungs,
No oneā€¦ heard me.

I am alone. Dying.
The laughter of the waves in my ears.

The gods looked down upon me,
They see me in pain, they do not care.

With a final crash,
I slipped under.

I am drowning.
Darkness surrounds me.

Sinking deeper and deeper,
Vision growing blurry.

Knives impaled my stomach,
My last breath escaped my lips.
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Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2018
I think I may search
Every passing face for yours
Until my last breath
You're the person I automatically scan faces for in a crowd..
JRF Nov 2018
The song of your voice,
Singing as it leaves your chest,
watching you speak as I catch my breath.

Winters' eyes are darker than space,
The world flickering through your mind,
If this moment is all, I'll always be blind.

Sentences leave me, in a mess of embarrassment.
Red-faced and laced with the taste of speechless abandon.

You laugh, tease with your touch.
I don't need words if I feel this.
Music theory, and the way your voice resonates my chest.
kailee Oct 2018
depression
depression is something that haunts us all
from the way we look
to the way i see you
i cant see past my dark shadow
its always in front of me and he never leaves
i just cant breathe the air without gasping for breath and getting gasoline
Levi Nov 2018
You say before the moon last stood, that you understood. Take air down lungs to seek the life of one known.

Seen from a distance no greater than finger to thumb. No greater then eyes or ears.

I prefer the surface, with you.
I was hurt by someone close
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