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Those lips that has touched mine whenever i'm not feeling fine
Those hands that pulled me up when i'm down and my face in a frown
Those muscular arms that lift my wary thoughts
Your mouth that has chanted a million "I love yous"
Your eyes that reflect your pretty soul
Your ears that never get tired hearing my every fears

I wonder where you went
I'm all alone now and I just can't
I'm half a heart without you
It just feels so blue

I can no longer find you

You left me feeling drastic
My heart went tragic
You vanished like magic

Please tell me you'll come back
and carry me again along your back
Cause I really miss every part of you
Your'e the missing piece I lack
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It was unexpected
But I was so enchanted
by your charm
I was convinced that you mean no harm
Yet every time you think about her
My heart, you shatter
Elizabeth Fruin Mar 2015
If this is delusional then I never want to see reality
I'd rather be insane and live out our small infinity


Where we are who we are despite the outsiders
Where we can live life and survive like fighters


And no matter what you are to all those others
I will always see passed your facade of colours

We can stray along a thread of free impossibility
Or dangle from the rooftops of a towering city

- E.A.F
Tam Minh Vu Mar 2015
Miss Elliot is not just a single mom

Miss Elliot is not just white trash

Because Miss Elliot must stay calm

In the lunchroom, though she grins wide, she’ll crash


In the West End High lunchroom peak hour

Miss Elliot, our warrior stands strong

"You ugly white trash," they scream at the door

But she keeps quiet, she won't yell you're wrong


At home, she has a little one to watch

She packs her bag, cleans off her recipe

She claws in her mind for hope hard to catch

As she quietly gives us a whisper



"So what will it be

Chris, Molly, Rudy?"
Call this my debut on Hello Poetry. I hope you like it.
Jess Mar 2015
Things that meant the world to me
Never meant a single thing to you
Wasted three years
Now I'll be wasted come 3 'o clock
Climbed over mountains
Trekked through the bitter coldness
Of a soul that was insane
All for you
And my misplaced love
That never was
Only a figment of my imagination
Justin S Wampler Mar 2015
I drink beer 'cause I got
mad falling-down envy.
Thorogood once said:


"One bourbon,
one scotch,
and one beer."


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Proviquis Feb 2015
(My Third eye is opening,
and it is telling me
to start looking deeper
while I am composing.)

The bell rang,
and afraid I was.
So I opened my eyes,
but couldn't see, only feel the 'buzz'.

Energy's we call them,
how only I can describe.
Statically swaying orbs
seen not from vision, only inside.

This was my experience,
and the pen can not express.
If you are ever-so curious
to try it, Do... You will be impressed.
Amy Feb 2015
Settle into darkness, naturally, and take your cue from unoiled gears jolting forward only to lure you into false stability and lose velocity, stop suddenly, merge the definitions of stopping and falling by balancing the cart on the back of the tongue as sherbet dip dab’s your gums in 3…2…swallow down it drops FLASH past the oesophagus there’s your photo op show us some teeth show us some skin darlin’ begin to dissolve in stomach acid bile’s vile hold it down we will use force if necessary like handcuffs to a headboard excuse me sir may I see your ticket? Right you can’t sit here, you’re 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphphetamine, that’s upstairs you need to swing a left then straight up to the top floor not a bad view, you can’t miss it it’s got a hundred golden bulbs flashing hypothalamus, no we’re not really bothered about our environment take the lift elevate heart rate
                                           C-C-C-CRANK IT UP
to the cerebral cortex’s House of Mirrors home of distortion. What can we do for you sir? We like to pride ourselves in our ability to mess around with the wiring and stimulate receptors, all part of the Deluxe Mega Deal complete with moving walls, disco ball skin and a talking butterfly the size of a car crash for a limited time only whilst serotonin stocks last they fall as fast as the lubricated log flume SPLASH. Please remain seated until the end of the ride. Thrown out into the gift shop. £30 for a 12 hour come down. Come again soon.
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