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Rachel Dyer Nov 2015
I feel my body begin to shake
My hands and heart ache
Wanting so badly to hold you behind the calm I fake
I have to think about every breath I take
To distract myself from the thirst I just can't slake

Memories of your touch burn like fire
My thoughts trapped in your tire
Every silly stupid thing I think fills me with ire
Just be yourself preaches the choir
But your laugh makes my heart crack like a live wire

Wanting so bad to once again touch you
Wondering if you want it too
Or if, with the rising of the sun, that desire flew.
I see it every day, the hair I ran my fingers through.
Your painted skin, that seems to every second be new.

And worst of all I'm sure you have an inkling
From the way my eyes are twinkling
Or from the compliments I'm sprinkling

And you continue to move at your glacial pace
So different from the usual race
But you aren't hiding anything, it is all there on your lovely face
You're just a unique case
Beautiful and delicate like lace
Yet dark and dangerous and hard to chase
Swords and Roses Nov 2015
lifted up inside
eyes and mouth widely grinning
hands clap together
anticipation rising
going through the whole body
Louisa Coller Oct 2015
Shaking.
My whole body is shaking.
I looked at her stand stood up tall,
it was like a fabricated introduction I only saw in photographs.
Slowly I began to step-by-step approach,
I felt tears and happy feelings slowly consume my soul.
I was at the stand looking around when I saw her signing pages,
my hand shake left to right as I clenched the money in my palm.
Artwork from the top to floor held in my grip,
Inspirations and visions forever follow on through my memory.
Eugene Sep 2015
Your stare,
so tantalizing,
hypnotizing.
I'm totally frozen.

Your smile,
is like drugs,
so addictive,
contagious.

Your touch,
so gentle,
it lift up my spirit,
it arouses me.

Your kiss,
so passionate,
extremely scented,
and I love it.
Elioinai Aug 2015
hit    
me hard
cos I wanna see stars  
the work of Your hands turns into light upon my face
and in my eyes  I see Your nebulae like the red      
afterbirth of love          the glittery remains 
of                   Your glorious fireworks
as You blow up tight brown boxes   
found stashed inside my mind
and ignite the tinder 
your breath dried inside me
   released from suffocation into
      sudden oxygen from Your chest
                 all the black lies shoot bright
                     across the sky as You shimmer 
                                          your truth down into
                                                                   my world
God's work is like fire. There is nothing boring about being a Christian. Don't believe that lie. Let God light it up
¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
alas,
my dearest
Xanthippe,
I do so pine
for thee—

arrestless
tender touch
what's left
mine eyes
b'labored,
beauty!

gen'rous hums
the crest
aroun'neath
ambrous
skye's
seduction,

'pon thy leather,
set me down,
coerced aback
by thine
induction..


∘ ⊱‧⌍  ⌈✞⌋  ⌌‧⊰ ∞
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I wonder what my life will look like in ten years' time.
It scares me that the future is unknown, yet it thrills me.
I wonder what faces will surround me on a daily basis, if the people in my life now are merely passing through or if they are here to stay.
I contemplate what is permanent, and what is temporary.
I puzzle over what will occupy my time. How will I make a living? Will I be living? Will I wish I could relive my life ten years ago?
I pray God will stay with me, wherever my life leads me. I pray my wish comes true. I pray I will be living in true happiness and find true love.
I think everyone deserves that in this life, at least.
I am seventeen-years-old. It is 29 July 2015, on a Wednesday. I should be doing homework.
Mahdiya Patel Jul 2015
Someone was once able to create a chemical excitement within me//

Like when I looked at him I could see the power radiating from inside his skin//

And when he looked at me I could feel his stare in the deepest part of my gut//

Or when he touched me the power fled from his skin to mine //

Or when our lips met I could feel the electricity burning my flesh in the most beautiful way//

And when he said my name
The words rushed out of his mouth to create artworks in the air above us

Consisting of the most vibrant colors

causing a rush of energy flowing through my blood stream//

Someone was once able to create a synthetic exhilaration within me//
Sourodeep Jun 2015
I lie down on the bed
with a new novel on my lap
rain splattering over the shed
page by page excitement has me, grasped

I have the candle by my side
for the warmth and the light
but the munchies got over
biting my nails in the story's *crunch
I love the evenings of monsoon in the company of a novel and yeah, a bit of snacks too.
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