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solfang Dec 2017
standing under
yellow flicker lights
reminds me of the day,
our hands slowly met,
barely held or touched
and laughter echoes
the entire street,
but yellow flicker lights,
of today only revealed
undisclosed desires,
for the past you
used to be close to the persona in the poem until I found out he didn't feel the same
rmh Dec 2017
i think you liked the way
my coronet of flowers was
tilted when i reached the
bottom of your black stone stairs
i think you liked the way i
placed the pomegranate seeds
one
by
one
onto my tongue and whispered
"don't tell my mother"
and i think you liked the way
i walked right up to you
as though you weren't a demon
but a fallen angels wanting to be loved
i smiled
and when you said my name...
that was the beginning and end
of everything
this is an interpretation of the greek myth of hades and persephone
Jack Harkins Jr Nov 2017
Your eyes like unlocked windows
Open, curtains battered in wind
Body still like shattered wills
Of hopes you thought not see again

But I lay here in below
Peering up from underneath
I scratch the shadow sew
And sear the towers keep

My love I swear to reach you
To your heart I'll be the rhyne
So consider this a prelude
To the rest of all of time

I am the Gale.
Shane Willey Nov 2017
She feels all alone
This feeling is prone
Nothing can change this
Not even sweet bliss.

Aye it may work for a short while
But life is like an unfair trial
A god sits with unbearable wit
All his plays seem to fit.

What can she do? Is there anything?
Such a struggle, when clipped was her wing.
Falling falling spiraling down,
Off his head falls a golden crown.

He's lost the one valuable force
All because of one small discourse.
Gone gone, distant, afar.
All because of who we are.
What are your interpretations? I'd like to hear them.
Madhav Mehra Nov 2017
love is like that water flowing down in a river of this life
and I'm just another leaf fallen in it
In a believe it'll carry Me
to where it meets You.
Sam Nov 2017
You lost me like a tree loses a branch in a storm.

I'm gone.

Now your story is filled with alcohol and nicotine.

Maybe if you believed in me, I'd still be there to fill the void in your heart.
JK Cabresos Sep 2017
Why every single time
I am with you,
my heart trembles,
my arms
wanting to hug you tight
and my lips
always
desire to kiss you
so softly,
that slowly
kills me inside?

The more
we talk,
the more
I fall in love.
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