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Darryl M May 8
Dressed in her natural.
Garnished.

Her beauty brought war upon my eyes,
My heart shall pay dearly for it.
It’s like she got up in the morning and wore a lovely body.

If beauty be a product,
She’s the manufacturer.
She makes makeup look good.
Scratch that, she’s an advertisement of all designer brands.

She reminds me of places I’ve never been to.
Unto which directions is paradise?
Visions I see, for a Fantasy I cherish.

Look once, look twice, peekaboo, unbelievable.
Dressed in her natural.
cliché
Justus Chan Sep 2018
Roses are red
Dripping salt and slate
Brimming with anger and jealousy
Crying out tears of dead fate

Violets are blue
Only fear is grated on the board
Highlighting the stale
Mate, leave at your own accord

Sugar is sweet
A devil’s temptation they say
They pour the bitter water
Washing mind’s hallucinations away

And so are you
Willing to *******
Inside the walls of envy
Shaking your burnt-bulb rattle
UA Aug 2018
Why do people care when I fall down on air,
It's a root, first of all, I don't know why they dare,
I don't die, must I fall, I may cry and may crawl,
Let this be something learned for the next one who saw,

I know I'm the one that will die in the movies,
However I go I know It won't be soothing,
I run after day when it's worse for the sight,
Of course, I would trip when i'm running in the night,

For the better or worse, I'm the first one to go,
It is good that I know I'm the start of the flow,
At the end of the day, It all goes out to show,
I am falling on roots, not the air you a*sholes!
**** inspired by a dream.
Megan Aug 2018
And we’re on the phone like this, 00:44 am.
I’m on the balcony so my roommates don’t hear
I’m freezing a little bit cause i’m in my *******
I don’t have my glasses so the city lights are kinda fuzzy and man, does that one star reminds me of your eyes.
We talk and we talk about our day
How I’m starting art school soon and we’re gonna be together forever.
You hate your school and the job is going great.
We’re gonna have a puppy and name him Wilbert.
« I miss you little dove.. 
-Missing you too baby »


This feels too much like a cliché but ****, I get it.
I risk it all to have it all;
The be all and end all.
Clichés like unmutual love
Show you what I'd do for love.
Iska Feb 2018
although age in and of itself
does not declare experience
or the depth of knowledge one has gained
and in my opinion is silly for anyone
to think otherwise
I'm always told
"your so wise for one so young."
Or
"oh I remember what it was like to be 19
and think you know the world."
Yet what they refuse to acknowledge
is that in 19 short years,
I may have experienced both
horrors and beauty
that they have yet to dream let alone see.
Who is to say that age is a boundary of the mind?
That inexperience creates an age divide?
Who are they to claim that we would be consumed
when they have yet to wander in our beaten old shoes?
Who are they to judge me of a story
they have yet to hear?
All becuse they refuse to lend an ear?
Samantha Bidwell Jul 2017
yes, this is exactly what you can expect,
a poem about a love that can never get wrecked,

expressing a desire for love,
that always manages to go above,

above and beyond expectations,
because they both had to be patient,

no love that could even compare,
cause this love will never tare,

they share a love and a certian kind of lust,
and writing about it is a must,

cause no one understands,
the feeling that comes with holding hands,

the memories that are made in the moments,
that are always worth the hints,

the sacrifices they've made for eachother,
they love that they've gave one another,

its all so beautiful
and their hearts were so full,

full of love and happiness,
never hate nor sadness,

together they were strong,
together nothing felt wrong,

so they shared their story in a generic love poem,
even though most people considered it dumb,

it was a good way to express feelings,
and it was very revealing,

to write that generic love poem.
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
Yes, I admit it
I am that typical girl
Who waits for the prince
To show up

And in my dreams
He rides a horse
And brings roses
And chocolate

Please, stop!
Before it's too late
Listen now
What if...

The prince is
Terrified of horses,
Allergic to roses
And disgusts chocolate?

Life is not a fairy tale!
Why didn't anyone
Tell me that the world
Is not a cliché?
Just some 11.24 pm thoughts
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