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McDonald tsiie Oct 2016
if I could fly
I would just to get under your full of caress wings
if I could paint
I would paint a wall of your face
if I could write
I would write books with you being the body and conclusion
And If I could compliment
I would do that everyday... but why?
Your beauty is out of the human nature
You are a person every person wishes to see
Issan Op Sep 2016
The pixilated light I hold in my hands

I prefer over the rays of the star we orbit.

 

When the sun falls down, to spread its golden shine to a different plane,

Mine glows brighter still, ethereal, clean and white.

I cover my head, my soul, as I **** out my insecurities, like a dog marking its territory, all over the virtual forest of broken lives.

 

Screaming out coyly for attention to rescue my mind from the insolence I perceive my reality to be, behind ironic wording and new age grammar, I wear like plastic garments, leeching toxins into my infected blood stream

 

Sweat stained dream

Ripped seam

Digital gleam

Internet fiend

 

“Why is the world so mean?”
Audrey Maday Aug 2016
If I had known that would have been goodbye,
Maybe I wouldn't have left so fast,
I would have kissed your cheek,
Squeezed your hand,
Sunk into your hug a little deeper.
But now you're down in Texas,
And I'm here in Minnesota, alone.
Would have, could have, should have
Michael DeVoe Jun 2016
As
I am as a willow in her old age
Whispering curious questions in my rustle
When the Santa Anna's blow
Holding answers in my weeping

I am as a skateboard riding pug pup
Marvelous to those who can still find novelty in a one trick pony
And those who will never meet me
Because I **** everywhere else but on camera

I am as a the coming tide
Coming in eventually
I swear
So long as the moon will let me

I am as left up Christmas lights in August
All things equal I will be worthwhile again
So long as the owners don't move
And they still like blue icicles next year
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
http://www.wheresheleftme.com/
Christina L May 2016
I could look at you for hours and not find anything wrong.
I could hear you talk passionately for days and still beg for more.
I could run my fingers through your hair over and over again and I would still crave it when I had to pull away.
I could love you more and more every single second of every single day.


I could.


No...


I will.
written with a heart torn from yours
Julie Grenness Apr 2016
Dolphins talk,
The good old talk,
Wish they'd walk,
Love to talk,
the good old talk,
Like dolphins talk,
Talk and smile,
Swim, chat for a while,
What do they think?
Calm sea like a rink,
What do they talk?
When dolphins talk
the good old talk.
Feedback welcome.
A hearts broken over here. Over there too. Why are people so broken. I am filled with life. But they never seem to heal. They prefer to stay broken. Stay picking at the scab that's barely there. Like they're proud that they're so empty. They've achieved maximum sadness and are hanging on by a thread. Like it's the greatest down there, and they don't want to be anywhere else.

So please dabble in people, helping them off the ground. Care about the others that seem so far away. The people who you have to stretch for to reach them. Because not only will you help them, but you will feel full too.
If everyone could help someone
Violet Mar 2016
I'd choose you over her
Hell, I'd choose you over any other girl
You know what? I've always loved you
Somewhere within me
I know that you've never really left my mind
Perhaps that's the thing about us
We spent too long not talking to each other
But I always knew that if I could've been sure
I would've chased you down and asked
If you'd want to go out sometime
And I know we live different lives
But perhaps that's why you've always been
A great mystery to uncover
I've seen your faults and you've seen mine
Let me set things right now
Let me do what I should've done years ago
Would you like to have a quality time with me?
Ah, aren't you the thoughtless, careless girl.
Drew Kowalkowski Feb 2016
If I could, I'd steal a star
I'd pick it from the night sky.
The very first one that caught my eye
and I'd bring it to you in a jar so that you could hold a marvel.

If I could, I'd tame the power of the sun
So that you would never be afraid of the dark.
So that you could feel the lights march
and be guarded while I'm gone.

If I could, I'd put a cloud in a bowl
So you always have somewhere to hide your secrets.
And when you want to cry, the cloud will rain
and take your sadness away.
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