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Eurus Nov 2018
Was it
The floating black clouds?
Or the passing fresh breeze?
Maybe was it the roaring wind
Along with
The flaming old-gold color sun?
Yet it sure was the splattering cold rain,
I often caught in his glance
That could describe him and his pain.
His hair was careless
His behavior reckless
But his eyes hopeless
And his kiss tasteless.
The world’s illusions
Submerged people into confusion,
Deluding him who often had hope
To cope
With love and living.
But as all the things breathing
It too dies with the moments
Leaving people in all kinds of disappointments.
Sparky Nov 2018
Fire-flecks and sunsets settle in your eyes,
Chocolate dust like copper rust, my heart replies,
Love within that globe of iris, so, so bright,
They glow in my light.

Cinnamon on winter nights, they hold me tight,
Autumn crunch on golden leaves, they love me right,
Maybe they have cast a spell, which I can't fight,
They glow tonight.
B Sonia K Nov 2018
I caught a glimpse of those eyes
As I said goodbye
They were dark blue
With a hint of hue
There was no face
Just a mask covered in lace
What a beauty they are
Like gems they are.

To one, goodbye I said
To another my mind lead
Gone to the shadows of the room
Where the walls are covered in brooms
I followed
I followed
The mask lead me
Welcome again, they said to me
A face without the mask, I long to see
But all there was, a reminder of the sea
I followed
I followed

Moving, turning
From corner to corner
Till the mask stopped
So sudden, my heart dropped
Then the mask said to me
Why do you pursue me?
The pleasure of satisfaction, I long for
A beauty to treasure, like never before

I saw a sparkle
Eyes a shining marble
Hands trembling
Feet shuffling
As I drew nearer
That I may see clearer
The face covered in a mask of lace

Take off the mask I must
To see a face I long for, I trust
Ahead lay my task
To set free a face
Trapped in the mask
A mask covered in lace.


© 2016 Busola S. Kolade
Maxim Keyfman Nov 2018
die resurrection die
die again eyes open die
again I will sing again
I will get an accordion
I will be again and again

die I will not get away from this
even cry laugh laugh not leave
we live and we live forever forever
it's impossible to get away from it
get away from it no never never

26.11.18
Abhishek kumar Nov 2018
My smiles are hiding
The crying heart

My skins are covering
The deepest scare

My eyes are holding
The emotions drop

My arms are protecting
The broken core
sadbadhabits Nov 2018
the majority of people in the world overall have brown eyes
to dark eyes.
i see people every day who all mostly have brown eyes.
but when i stare into his eyes
they are a different shade of brown.
this brown shade of his eyes
make me fall deeper for him.
i get so lost in them that i don't even notice when he solves his rubik's cube.
his brown eyes are the same shade of my favorite chocolate.
it makes me enjoy his eyes even more.
his brown eyes make me believe that he's the only one in this world with this color of eyes.
the majority of people in the world
don't have the same color as his eyes.
he makes me think that i am seeing brown for the first time.
he makes me feel alive.
1,434.9 miles away
to my love
candykendys Nov 2018
The eyes can't lie,
hearts can't pretend,
overflowing joy and love,
in You, that I found.

Never I had imagined,
sins were forgiven,
***** yet accepted,
in You, I was saved.

I am broken,
You completed me,
Longing to be with You,
And now, you embraced me.
Brynn S Nov 2018
Two small globes
Cover with view
Small and frail
See thy truth
Özcan Sh Nov 2018
In the middel of the night
We went outside
On the terrace
We hid us under a blanket
Our eyes were on the sky
And a bright warm star
Was in my arms.
Jodie-Elaine Nov 2018
Our eyes
spit the blame like darts playing home
to poison gas
tell yourself
you never liked that shade of emulsion anyway
don't look at
her, your
mother's ghost. Not in the eyes.
no paint left
to fill
our indents, syllables die on
our tongues and
this is
the very last time, nothing beyond
fake flowers, marble
make this
make sense, wait for the sun to get up
so you go
with it
if your mother's ghost still loves you
she will follow.
Tell yourself
you could feel her keeping you alive, you're
scared that you
could get
hit by a bus and she wouldn't be there
to save you.
I almost
lose your name from my mouth, which one of us died
in this room?
The yellow walls got painted over when after seven years, Dad
accepted that his childhood sweetheart wasn't coming back.
Anova one. Reminder that people have ghosts they get stuck on.
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