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Violet Blue Jul 2015
Have you ever craved someone before
You'd just be happy if they sat beside you
In silence
You just want their presence to be their
Even just that is enough
Even better their hug
Or to fall asleep once again in their arms
Feeling safe
Or just their presence
To talk for hours on end
Late night conversations
Craving their presence
I've learnt that I crave acceptance
So is this poem an epiphany;
Or simply, a cry for attention?
Paenitentia's pondered thoughts.
Ananyaa Kapoor Jun 2015
You
I want you to come see me
because you want to
because the thought of being away from me makes you feel like your heart is a sailor that tied your stomach into knots as if his beloved ship would sail away
if the rope wasn't tight enough
or if a loop came undone

I want you to hold me  
because when I'm not in your arms you feel like the world is tilting and slipping away like grains of sand
from between your nimble fingers

I want you to crave me
because my skin sets your skin on fire and my lips ignite a spark in you that makes it hard to breathe and that a hundred cold showers couldn't put out  

I want you
to want me

but all these nights I lie awake
yearning for a whiff of you
I know
somewhere
you are satisfied
with the taste
of her
i tried free versing for the first time
Fon Jun 2015
You're everywhere in my mind
And I have to distract myself
From repeating your existence
With all the music
That, sadly, also reminds me of you

Even the lyrics isn't related
My mind finds a way
To slip you in
And urge the heart
To crave you more
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AmysAdventures Jun 2015
Lonely heart,
   I know how you long to talk to someone.  
   You crave affection attention, and romance.
   The tears fall, the voice weakens, but thats not enough; he doesnt hear your heart.
  Maybe you should scream louder???
Pax Jun 2015

I’m strong enough not to let you see me fall apart
So I hide my cries between my sighs.

I’m strong enough to stand alone against the cold landscape
So I hide my sadness between fake faces.

I crave, I starve, I wonder
And get lost in the process.
Then end up getting back to where I started.

How far will I stay strong?
How far will I carry along this dying song?
When will I ever belong?
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I always talk on how poetry is an embark journey of mine. But more often I came back with recurring questions. I can say “I’m strong enough” but for how long, how far long will I go, or how much more I can take… big sighs…
Perri Jun 2015
I am as bitter as pure cocoa
As sour as a warhead
More layered than a jawbreaker,
To protect myself from someones
sweet tooth.
But I hope one day,
Someone sees that I am actually
Sweeter than taffy,
More vulnerable than cotton candy,
And more delightful than Turkish delights.
I hope to fulfill someone's cravings.
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