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Falguni Sudan May 2018
Coral-black hair
plunging o'er his bold
shoulders,
lilac soft, nectar sweet lips:
which could be a flower moulder.

Dulcet whispers,
like a singing bird bed
And, after a smile
His beguiling, oyster-white teethset.

Two cinnamon-brown jewels melted onto snow
had the sparkle of 'Lueur d'espoir Petillante',
And a pair of his arched eyebrows which eased down gently,
to his black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes.

His dusky complexion would apprise me of
his never limiting sheen,
I just wish I get to visit this till the last blink of my eye:
A humanly divine paradise,
indeed.
Sarah Isma May 2018
Day by day you'd pass me by,
and at a time i'd think
it's a norm seeing you smile
I said hi but today
you replied with my name
For a second then,
i never realized that my heart would beat
a little bit faster than it usually did,
I never thought
How good it sounded coming from you
and i never realized
how everyday was like that after,
i'd be falling slowly,
a little bit deeper than i should be,
deeper in love with you
of course there is this boy, in which i think may become a series, where we met and i thought he was handsome but i thought id never get anywhere with him but as time goes by he started talking to me, and acknowledge me and until one day, he said my name, far from the crowd- just to make me say hi to him back. I feel like im starting to swim in dangerous waters now
Sky Apr 2018
i don't know when it was but one day, my apartment began to grow
cardboard boxes. they came from

nowhere
and
everywhere

all at once-- a silent
invasion, i felt a faint ache in the back of my neck but
alas, what could i do? i allowed it to
continue.

now as i sit amidst the cardboard boxes, and hear their
rich conversations
and articulate speech, i cannot help but realize that the apartment is a stage. and the boxes have more stage presence than i have ever had. and suddenly i am the most pathetic, lowly actor on this cardboard stage of cardboard boxes and i wonder to myself, where did i go wrong?
Jolan Lade Apr 2018
I keep thinking out loud
Keep uploading to the cloud
And wondering, what its all about.
Just daily maintenance :)
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Song


Love is Monday.
Love is Tuesday.
Love is Wednesday.
Love is every day.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
EVewritesss Apr 2018
Your smile
Your eyes
Your body language
Your laugh

Even I met you
Those kind of things I still remember
And keep deep inside here
Never want to forget
#lovewriteve
Jean Sharlot Apr 2018
It started to that place
where chainsmokers lingers
liquors playing in every intestines
and songs that makes you sway.

We talk almost every night
from that moment our eyes met
we didn't even know how to start
but that was just part of talking to stranger.

This might be a start of something new
or maybe another part of growing up
and no matter how this ends
I will stay here, calmly listening.
Sam Mar 2018
Some people will never understand
That going to bed is just so hard
How am I supposed to explain
Why I never get sleep
Or why I sometimes just stop trying

It never works
I've tried them all
I've done all the methods
And I've read all the articles
I still can't sleep

My friends all try to encourage me
To fix my sleeping habits
And stay as healthy as I can
I really appreciate them for it
But sadly, it's not as easy as they think

I've grown to realize
That even if I wanted to
I couldn't get my **** together
Because sleep scares me
It reminds me of every bad dream I've ever had

So why do I have a horrible sleeping schedule?
Why do I joke around that I'm a mess?
Why do I go to school with tired eyes?
What do I say when people ask my best friends name?
Who is the mastermind behind this madness?

My Best Friend: Insomnia

So, there you have it
Now you know
That sometimes
A lot of times
Some kids just can't sleep
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