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Sehar Bajwa Apr 2019
i see faces in the trees
hear whispers in the breeze
there are worlds in the clouds
silken spirits skim the seas
this sounds spookier than i thought.
Aa Harvey Mar 2019
Waiting and wishing.


I see each woman stood in front of me,
Could possibly hurt me, or save me today.
I can’t see which is which, or who will become a *****,
Like I cannot distinguish your face,
From the faces I’ve seen, in all of my dreams.
From the faces I see, every day in front of me.


But if you are out there, I’m waiting here,
For this place, I just cannot leave.
For this is the place I have chosen dear,
For this is the place that I live
And it keeps me here, safe from the world
And it keeps me here, just waiting for your love.


For friendship I willingly offer you.
A relationship I guess we could have;
But for you to find love with me my dear,
I guess I’ll have to make you laugh
And make you happy, all of the time,
For I am simply, another guy.


But if you are willing to stay with me,
Then this life I offer to you.
If you are willing to be with me,
Then I could improve all that I do.
For you could be, my personal muse;
You could be with me, if you choose.


So I’ll simply ask you a question.
I’ll simply offer you my hand.
I’ll simply await your decision,
On if you would like a new boyfriend.


Here I am, just waiting on your call.
Here I am and here I shall remain.
Here I am, just needing your love.
If you come with me, I shall never walk away.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
CautiousRain Mar 2019
I know that face used to light up,
and I recognize that face here,
but I don’t know what to say,
cause I feel that face in my expressions
and I really thought it’d go away.

I am delighted and also frightened,
and I feel most ashamed
that after all this time,
our faces, some faces, these faces
look the same.
it's like life is on a loop
and somewhere I hear a faint, perpetual laugh track directed at me
Poetic T Mar 2019
Every page that I wrote upon
                        scribbling words
                                 syllable features
of the faces I was trying to peel on
                            the pages.

But then I ******* each one up,
           reflections sewn on again.
blunt metaphors reattached
                                    that I had
           been able to remove where

one again back where they began.

All I needed was to remove this
                                 weight hanging
heavy upon my every façade.
Chris Lazzaro Feb 2019
Faces of plastic, covered in wax, greased with the oils of appeal.

Forever Frozen, rigid and cold, lasting winters of years.

Bearing a smile, shallow and hollow, to gain that other’s ear.

How often we are told, we must avoid, anything that causes us fear.
Juhlhaus Feb 2019
Mercury expands
As pinched faces are eased and
Flowers remembered
Hints of a thaw.
kiran goswami Jan 2019
Faces covered with
All shades of
Matte
And
Glossy
Makeup,

Yet, her sweaty face after the dance was the most radiant.
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