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Roberta Day Mar 2015
The old is rotting
my insides, my perception
I am not present.
Spooky Babe Feb 2015
The leaves lost their luster
The grass burnt out dry
The flowers attempted to cluster
And the skies face went wry

The clouds turned to grey
The birds lost their voice
The night enveloped the day
To which it gave in without a choice

Crows cackled and flew about
Sinfully eager for this date
Innocent shrieks were viewed as touts
All known as mans destructive fate
I wrote this for literature class
February 23, 2015
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
February
take back your gloom
I am worth more
than sombre hours
and blue stained thoughts
I'm not depressed by the way, just writing about February.  It's supposed to be the most depressing month of the year.  For me it's all a bit nothing - it's not the depths of winter and it's not quite spring.  A bit dull really.  I suppose that thought in itself might be depressing!! ;o)
Dance With Me Jan 2015
2
4:57 am
I find myself wondering about him
The taste of his skin calling to me in the black
His sweet breath on the back of my neck, illuminating my insides
Hands finding each other and weaving unknown sadness together
Abdullah Ayyash Jan 2015
Outside is drizzling softly,
thirsty skin drinking up,
the caresses of the rain.
We splash every puddle,
oozing happiness to the crowd
singing together a new refrain.
Let’s drink up
all the gray between us,
darling, run with me,  
coloring gloomy skies.
Lace our love fingers
with a smile so dashing
Thrill me,
hold me,
let purging water
hide my blushing
as the rolls of thunder,
outside our love nest
keep clashing.
A request to publish this poem on my friend's behalf.
Emily Ann Jan 2015
There's a funny thing about sadness
The way it surrounds you so you feel whole
Nothing else is let in
Except the sorrow and the pain
You can see the happiness
But never feel it
Want it
But not have it
There's a funny thing about sadness
How you become so familiar with it you can't feel anything else.
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
In a cold  night ,
Sitting by the fire ,
Thinking about the future ,
And regretting the past ,
I am living my present ,
And hoping for a good night.
Ps. Thinking about those things that are never gonna happen!
Bobbie Bachelor Dec 2014
As your heart begins to beat
Soon we fall asleep

I can only hope
That you still love me
As my tears crash against the ground
Watering the plants
Beneath the sun

I really love you
I can't put that into words
My heart flutters
Like a humming bird's wings
When death comes
It feels just like when we dream

I think
I really don't know
I really... don't... know

Why did you die?
paul holt Nov 2014
Your heart is blacker than the ace of spades.
Its shriveled beyond all recognition
Nothing decent lives in your darkened soul.
Go back to whichever hell you came from.
Theres no place for you in the world of men.
Because there are those who inspire these words and we all know at least one.
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