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Martin Narrod Jul 2016
"I think this is a poem you wrote on my phone (or it is something I wrote). I can't remember. It is from a time period when we were in the desert and both had working phones." - Sarah

Martin's musings
If you thought you had met the love of your life- what would you do? The heat is up our chills up and down, and the faces the old women make in drug-induced ticks, heavy noisome smells mixed with the best greatest sweetest smelling true love you've ever known.

And five times a day now you spend hours and hours entwined and touching and being touched by the greatest and softest skin cells your skin has ever been against

And with perfervid excitednees, a cold chest, but tepid limbs, you avoid blinking to extend the lifespans of us both.
While driving through Joshua Tree National Park I dictated these lines to my fiancée  Sarah Gray she added several lines herself, most oftenly everything after the first line of each stanza.
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
Insane some, wild some
Show some

Right then, they them
Palatable Showmen

High hold, glimmering gold
Unfaithful men of bold

Hypnotic beads of satin,
Women of exotic

Crippling scars at birth
Becomes this fellows  worth

Odd...
Melodies of Nightmares

A mirror, a hole - of Human's participating role
Amused, by Truly our fears our utter disgust,
But under the tent one feeling robust

Hidden in intoxicating luster
Mildly prompting the feelings of pride, and a condescending guise

Under the Fabricated tent, there's a disgrace
We feel beauty, oh how I, the better man!

Only because it's not our face
Viji Suresh May 2016
If the world folds in today,
I would be the first to plunge in straight...
In an otherwise gray canvas,
Doomsday, a crunchy cream hard to pass..

At least there would be some action,
Other than the empty, shallow existence.
Wish to see it in broad daylight,
When the life is gulped out of few worthless lives..

Waiting! It is already worse here,
Why nature, you curbing your fire?
Lash out and gobble us fast,
Do you fear, as we are contagious lot...
Trust me, not all of us are bad,
Not counting the rapists, terrorists, psychopaths out there....

Hoping that this narrow path,
Leads to the land of Gods.
Where clock doesn't race,
Men walk at leisurely pace..
Lady Bird May 2016
brings laughter, excitement and security
cuts deep like a sharp knife or
soothes like warmth of a blanket
a product of a fatal verbal blow
can grow like thorns finding its way into
the softest spot of mankind
the heart
Jack Mandala May 2016
It is like I have been thrown into a washing machine and put into an endless cycle
You sing me beauty but feed me poison
I yearn to hear your voice but am tormented by your actions
You push me just enough so I don't fall, and leave me on a cliff hanger
Maybe it's because a straight line doesn't give me a heartbeat.
Oskar Erikson May 2016
Thinking.
Dreaming maybe?
Ricocheting repeated words
Bullets. Let them fly,
Fly, fly in sync-locked.
Together we'll set ourselves alight.
Writhing, sighing...
Our forest fire at midnight.
Alyssa Paul Apr 2016
The feeling of excitement,
The rush of adrenaline that courses through your veins.
Makes you want to jump up and run
and just keep on running.

The feeling where you just want to go and not stop,
To stop what you are doing and go discover the world.
To let fate decide what will happen next.

Wanting to live life, and experience as much as you can
before you get to old.
Meet new people and go new places,
to make dreams become reality.

The feeling of adventure,
the feeling that something exciting will happen any moment.
The moment that everyone waits.
The moment were you won't wait anymore.
I get this feeling a lot
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2016
Remarkable love
The word in which I choose to describe love

Tangible love
The way you feel it graze your skin
And stare into the depths of eyes
That share such a vigorating feeling

Undaunting love
Love has brought me through the dirt
Yet raised me from the ground and kissed my wounds
The beauty is regal and untamed
A vicious foe yet filled with an undying loyalty
It is uncapturable, as fluctuating as the erratic beat of my heart

Formidable love
Love knows me yet I am a stranger
Staring wide eyed at the looming colossal figure
The beast that calms me
The only one that tames my fiery heart  
Until my flame is a soft flicker against the moonlight

Desirable love
Until fingers graze skin
And lips tremble in the proximity
Chests press a hard thud against familiar flesh
And pulses raise

Remarkable love
Isabella Feb 2016
Bus number 231,
A journey into the unknown, butterflies fluttering in my stomach -
nerves beyond those of which I am familiar with.
The silhouette of you matches the figure of which I had in mind,
you walk - or rather, stroll - up the lane, a puzzled look upon your face as my bus innocently sweeps past, the warmth of the summer air blowing your hair back in exasperation.
Buzz
Then buzz again, of a different kind.
The spring breeze wafts past me, teasingly.
A singular pavement winds up to you and eventually we meet.
oui Feb 2016
he was the kind of beautifully terrifying you can't seem to let leave your head after you've met and their every move stains your brain as you replay it over and over. i don't know the last time someone excited me just by being their self so unintentionally - you can only hope you hold that kind of power when you waltz in and out of somones life like that.
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