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Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Sitting by myself
In a room
Illuminated by
Fairy lights.
Sipping on some
Green tea
And treating myself
To chocolate therapy.
Thinking back to the days
When you were my first thought,
The last, and
Every thought in between.
My eyes wander into a haze
As my mind watches glimpses
Of happy days
Where we hovered inches
From each other
Breathing nervously
Before our lips touched.
The spark that ignited
Something called love,
A distant memory now
But please, take a bow.
Take a bow for the amazing feat
That shattered all my dreams,
My belief in love ruined
I hid my screams
I didn't want you to come back.
Giving out chances
Is a weakness long gone.
Playing games is your high
Shutting you out is mine.
nichole r Jun 2014
life is an opportunity with skies filled with pink, showing us we can be whoever we need to be.
Helen Jun 2014
It hit muddied from the get go
Life got messy so early
It got ***** and down low
Just hit messier, you know?

It got tangled in briars and thorns
it hit shitastic in a fierce light storm
Life gets messier every forsaken day
This **** is too messed up to stay

It tumbles like weeds on empty streets
and begs like one dollar hookers
or urchins addicted to simple treats
because that's all they get to eat

no one will ignore the lookers

Life got messy at the crack of Dawn
she swallows nails, upon a yawn
she pretends so succinctly, to be the norm

When did this Life become forlorn?

Life got messy when I picked up the knife and turned it back and forth
beneath flickering fluorescent lights and pretended I knew what it's for

Now I'm not so sure

Should I mess up my skin?
Should I mess up my Ex?
Should I carve my initials
into the the tree I thought
we would again meet at next?

Life just got messier
when I realised my age
my circumstance, my stance

It gets even messier when
you dig to the back of your closet
and find your skinny jeans
you'll never ever fit again
without a Godsend chance

Life *****, Life is Love
Life means nothing but,
is everything
Life blows, Life is messy
I'd give everything
to do it again
Mandy Blu May 2014
Congratulations!
You have convinced me to speak first.
And though you are the winner in this game,
I feel like a winner too.

Congratulations!
You've managed to make me brave.
And though I was pushed, shoved in the general direction,
I believe I made me too.

What a wonderful celebration!
Maybe now we can be together.
I hope they were right, I hope this isn't a mistake.
How awful it would be
To think
After all this time, all that has been said
After confessions, after comfort
To think we may not ever be.

Congratulations!
The bridge will soon be crossed.
And though we may fall in the water,
I know we will not drift apart.
MST May 2014
Sometimes it is hit or miss,
to go for that kiss,
but if you find it,
you are granted eternal bliss.
To shy away,
and not join the fray,
will leave you alone,
like a child sent astray.
So take that dive,
be graceful like a dolphin,
as you make a big splash,
into the ocean of love,
do not worry about the crash,
for you will fly like a dove.
If you were to miss,
and lose that dear kiss,
live and let live,
and continue to strive,
for once you find love,
you will feel alive.
Chloe Elizabeth May 2014
I'm suffocated
By all of the chances
I've given you
And I'm drowning
In all of their failures

By Chloe Elizabeth
Jackie Andary May 2014
On the one hand
I want to be there
The friend you'll always need
On the other
I want to be there
With you holding me
I want the world to take a pause
To stop and give us time
A chance for both our hearts to beat
Together, rhythm and rhyme
I want us to conquer
The fears and doubts we hold
I want us to love like champions
Instead of doing what we're told
Lets forget the ones who think
We'll never make it through
Lets try to throw the past away
So it's only me and you
Derek Leavitt Apr 2014
The Devil makes us sin, but God gave is the will to CHOSE. To have choices. To make choices of our own. To Choose our own Faith. Our Own destiny. Our own path. all we need…. is Hope.
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.
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