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Eleanor Rigby Feb 2015
You feel safe, darling.
Just like home
When it's raining.


F.Z.**N
kaylene- mary Feb 2015
The sad truth is,
I have embodied you,
And your allegedly merciful soul.
Your steps are my movement.
Your thoughts are my substance.
Your words are my speech.

The sad truth is,
If you have become the product of my being,
If you have become the living tongue in my throat,
Then darling, I'd rather be mute.
Eleanor Rigby Feb 2015
This world is bound to end one day
And believe me darling
It's not going to go out of its way
And make our love infinite

So I understand if you must go,
I totally understand.


F.Z.**N
mja Feb 2015
why can't you see
the stars amidst the darkness
or the iridescence after the skies
spit fierce rain across the earth

the tranquility after death,
that split second of serenity
before a last breath is exhaled

the reverberation of laughter
amid the noisy street
or the familiar twinkle of lights
in the midst of overcrowded cities

why can't you see
the dewdrops atop marigolds
after a savage storm
or the picturesque lush of rose bushes
after cold winter nights

those awe-inspiring thoughts
that impinge you during sleepless hours
or the sunlight shining through your scars

open your eyes,
my dear,

for the world is as beautiful
as you.


-m.j.a
Tori O Jan 2015
When she looked,
At the night sky,
She saw the moon,
Endless stars,
And the hope of infinity.

When he looked,
At that same sky,
He wondered why,
Her eyes lit up,
When looking at nothing.
Just a little poem I wrote up one night.
One day in Pickwick
Soon to be acquainted
You must be sainted
It simply said click

You caught my eye
It was an oddity
You didn’t out me
as a complicated guy

It’s not a perhaps
I need you everyday
You oughtn’t go away
Without you I'll collapse


It might seem Lemony
this idea of mine
It’s opposite of malign
I simply want hegemony

I hope you know
you’re under my control
I own your whole
Following the written escrow

You’re my morning salvation
The highpoint of Monday
the sun in Sunday
You’re my liberating vacation

Darling baby you see
You’re my delicious Tea
Poet-Whisperer Jan 2015
My languid darling,
With your videre as you pass by
Pausing, freezing, looking back at me
Through harmonical movements
That made it seem as if you were dancing
Turning here and there ambivalently
Trying to ease your own boredom
As you listen to the sound of music.
Jan Harak Jan 2015
Yes,
I am happy.
For the first time
in a long, long while.
I read her words,
they make me smile,
every **** time,
I can't resist her,
even if I tried.
And I remember
how down I was
the last time,
the time before,
and the time before that.
But I found
how happiness is easy.
Just doing things
I want to do,
the way I want
to do them.
When I wake up,
I know this time,
I have found my sun,
and she shines just for me.
Sorry, this is not a great poem, just wanted to scream out the things I feel inside.
Raphael Cheong Jan 2015
Darling tell me why you
Kept my hopes up for two whole hours
From sunrise to sunset
Neither of which we ever got to see
Together because you were too afraid
And so was I
Of something we didn't even know of
Then again one-sided tales seldom last
Fire and gun seldom match
Just like us
But I pulled out every emotion I knew
And all you did was to give the cold shoulder
Tell me what is worthless about me
I'd gladly listen
That beats leaving without a trace
And tension without reason
And I begged myself to let go
Till the one day you returned
Came back like a gift on New Year's
Made me think the tides had turned
Still again your disappearing act relapsed
You left me lonely with an urn
But maybe all this trying ends here
Maybe this is not what I need
Losing myself for a stranger
Smashing barriers out of greed
Maybe patience is the puzzle piece
To lock this labyrinth
Lovers come and strangers leave
Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much if I had loved my skin
Annie Jan 2015
She was waking off the beach,
Trying to laugh,trying to speak,
But there's something wrong,
She must be holding inside the tears,
Let me take a look ,now let me see,

  She looks into the mirror,she's displeased,
It seems as if she's a disease,
But look at that soul,
I think there's only fear and insecurity,
Can we help her? Can we,please?

She tries to do the best she can,
But she still falls down ,oh Sam!
Staggering through the hallway,
She thinks,"Well, now how bad?"
   I hope there is something special for her, like a man,

She wanted to be alone tonight,
And sat there in the corner of her room, with no light
I think she has taken enough of it,
Somebody has to stop the tears, and I
might,
But hey, will she finally feel alright?
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