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David Bojay Feb 2019
Sabrina and ****
On my mind
Reading through old convos
Awww
Sweet girl
Your insight inspired me
These tears
Of joy
I only want you to be happy
I’m happy knowing you did what you had to do
For you
Not for me
For you
I love you so much
Always
Will always love you
Simple times
It’s passing like the dart on a summer day it was our time and you weren’t meant to stay

I guess though bro and ****...
But u know
I be here
Just here
Ready to take on anything

Want to hear your voice, but I’m patient
Even if I never get to hear it again
I’m patient

dear human
It was more than a relationship

But I mean
It’s always too late

And to easy to regret

In hopes of nothing but a greater now

So much... inside to express
In different ways
If was a connection
One beautiful sunset

Snow sugar dusted streets and homes

Chilled winds that refresh the soul…

As one’s day starts and the alarm clock rings the start of a bet

To enjoy more than “what meets the eye.”

Inventive explorations and Creation of new mapped way-points

Mark the daring explorer as he never settles for the “lesser roll”

A gamble number landed on the tops of “life’s” challenged dice

To win a new way of life

rewriting history…

Not just for the journey man….

However, for the world…….A newer fashion added to an old passion..

A sweet and exciting mixed up “spice.”
Hunter Taylor Feb 2019
I. Just. Can't. Think.
I'm on the brink
As I blink
I  let her go and I sink

As I put up my guard
I'll rust like the bars on my heart
Let them tear me apart
Just leave me in the yard

I never knew your love was fake
So today I shake
You've shown me the strength that it takes
To cause an earthquake
Reverse poem
Colm Feb 2019
For all the water which poured out slow
And was wasted on such hollow words
I should not wish for myself at least
I should not waste
I should wish for her
Gosh... Finding this... Remembering this. Really makes me happy. (:
Hunger Feb 2019
Walking down the hall i have to hold my hand down,
To prevent it from punching someone clean across town,
Don't throw the first blow,
Cause i would like to let you know,
I don't just hold a grudge,
If u try to intimidate me i won't budge,
Cause my blood is a flood of wrath,
War and hate is my favorite path,
Me and pain are the best of friends,
Who helps me meet all my ends,
So come and fight me,
But like most you will only see,
It's hard to hide my greatest monster,
I don't care if your an orphan or foster,
My cold heart shed all its tears and now is just stone,
Punch me and i won't even change my tone,
Because i love to taste tears and blood,
I don't care if you are the schools greatest stud,
I'll put you six feet under without a care,
When your blows won't even raise my hair.
Crow's Hateful Side
The one in pain and Violent Tendencies
We all have them just for others it's almost inhumane
When you want their soul,
What personality they take on,
As their life's special tole,
Look into their eyes.
Of course,
I am basing this off of somebody,
But this is for everybody
Gift this following to a person you like:
Eyes so precious,
Even on the inside luscious,
I wouldn't take a brush to this,
Your already art,
A sculpture in part,
You make anyone whole,
Make their heart beat from the start,
A shard of glass,
Giving the sun pass,
And outshine a rainbow,
Stream of joy from head to toe,
You make my jaw drop,
From the top to bottom,
A work of fiction,
Imagination's beauty,
The imperfect
Yet perfect,
Depiction.
I don't know when valentines day is, but I hope I am not too late.  Btw, I want to practice, so tell me a topic you'd want me to write about in the comments.
Wesley Dotson Feb 2019
Stubborn and cross,
Gross, and seldom lost.
Thank you for holding my hand,
On New Years.
I guess it meant a lot to me.

You’re writings have been an inspiration,
Much so that I feel like I won’t have a dream of my own.
I would follow yours to the end of the earth though,
Because much like you I
I am awfully beautiful,
Stubborn, and cross
Gross, and mostly lost.
I’m afraid that I do this all the time. I’m worried i’m Infatuated with another person. But they always have potential to mean so much to me, and I don’t know if that’s wrong or not.
My words have followed me though the years
From adolescent love to the pains of womanhood
Stuffed between pages,notebooks
In binsand book bags
Concealed within pockets of purses
Jotted_down notes on my cell phone
The passion, the agony,and ultimately,my awakening
Have been ther
Always hinting, always reminding
This is who I've been, who I am
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