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abs May 2015
When time comes and our roads shall meet
Please don't ask me why or how
When time comes and our roads shall meet
Just smile and maybe say Hi
When time comes and our roads shall meet
You may take my hand and tell me you miss me
When time comes and our roads shall meet
Remember, I love you, and I'll always will
Mohammad Skati Feb 2015
The pretty sun is still                                                                                                   In its pretty bed                                                                                                             When a pretty dawn                                                                                                   Comes out to us ...                                                                                                      From behind my window panes                                                                                I look at that pretty dawn's coming ...                                                                          This thing happens everyday                                                                                       Simply because that's the way                                                                                       With it anytime ....
The Wordsmith Nov 2014
Before the midnight comes
I'll lie by your side
and look into your
deep blue eyes
stroking your
soft blonde hair.
You'll hold my
hands and whisper
to me, "I love you,"
and I'll press you
against me till I feel
your heart beating against
mine, and then I'll
whisper in you ear,
"Well don't."
Whatever comes to mind.
The frequent and frail failures,
The penetrated safe,
The outcomes of rash decisions,
The side-effects of sudden dilemmas,
The organisms' ******* organs Organized in an ****,
The most made of a loss,
The impulsive implosion,
This destructive construction,
The anonymous messenger,
Whatever comes to mind.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Originally written 2/14/14
Revised in 2014
Life Sep 2014
I feel alive
And calm
And collected
And in control

I really am, a terrible liar
Alexander Cole May 2014
I cant go back to those nights that we stayed up,
Looking at the stars outside your bedroom window.
And all those city lights you said looked so beautiful,
I said the same but I was looking at you.

Now all I see is the white painted ceiling of my room.
The sun it comes and goes but it doesn't shine through my windows.
Now all I see is the blank expression of my face,
Staring in the mirror at the waste of your space.

You don't even want me around.
Now I'm nowhere to be found.
When I lost you, I lost myself.
I still have our pictures on my shelf.

I'll tell myself that it's okay.
It's okay.
Check out the song adapted from these lyrics, written by my band, "Westfield!" http://westfieldmd.bandcamp.com/track/it-comes-and-goes
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
"Grow up tall,
little kid,"
said grandpa Joe.
And so I did.

The watermelon grow tall too.
The sunflowers look to the sky,
keeping their chins up,
raised real high.

So maybe it's silly,
watching grass grow,
but if you never try,
how could you ever know?

So maybe it's crazy,
chanting for the rain,
but if it never comes,
how could I grow the grain?

I'd prefer to stare at clouds,
than sleep forever like a rock,
skidding by life.
Why, that would just ****!

So, if you ask me to leave this here place,
you better shove it,
before you wake up
in an unknown space,
******* with lace,
with a disfigured face,
completely full of mace,
and a strange case
of something poisonous.

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