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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.
AM Jun 2015
One night
Your scent whispers
From the scarf you left
Then one day
Your voice appears
A lot like a fantasy
Later on
Your touch vividly
Caressing my reality
At midnight
In your absence
I crave for you
More than
I ever thought
Humanly possible
I am nothing
I can though, be anything
So then
Use me
Make me anything
What you want
What you need
What you crave
What you desire
What you hate
I crave this
So please, just give me this chance to be something
Anything
Use me up and throw me out, there is always someone wanting a disposable pin cushion
Shanna Stylee May 2015
Its time to lay down
Are u gonna love me tonight ?
U don’t seem too tired
I need to feel ur love on me
as i   fill your every  wish
If you are ready ill begin
Your body is my only bliss
Your hands are mine
You can have my lips,
All Mine
I.. well I hate myself
I hate that I crave you
I hate that I cant move on
I hate that things aren't working
I hate everything
I hate being alone
I hate being

But I also love
I love you
I love the way you look
I love the way you talk
I love the memories we have
I love being near you
I love the way you make me feel
Anna Ivanova May 2015
Just like that, she shed her last dimond.
She didn't want no riches,
Nor did she want anything else bar one thing...

That one thing that she so dearly desired, craved with every heartbeat.

It was something so small, yet, so magnificent.
Its worth was far beyond any riches one could comprehend nor imagine.

It was wild,
Exuburating,
Wild like hell flames and pure like the innocence of a child.
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