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My hand writes when it is sleepy,
Though my pin prickled pal pays me no tithe,
The static sound feel of my arm,
Removes itself from me,
Granting formerly unprecedented agency,
Between my brain and my limb,
With me left the unhappy spectator
Mehtap Jan 2019
I sit across from you and let my imagination play it's game darling I need a fix

Behind your ear, down your neck and a couple cigarettes away from your lips

The small of your back is dying to be pulled closer to me a nervous giggle slips

Stroking your rists softer than a breeze sliding to the palm of your hand tight grips

I'll lose my mind in your smell my breath singing your name. a moon in full eclipse
Rita Sailor Jan 2019
with all the ******* we did
you could've thought we might at least got some of it right
                                                      
                          but i felt twice as much when he took my hand tonight
                          i pulled away, of course...
                          at least i'm on a learning curve
j Jan 2019
Hearing it makes me wonder,
How do I love that heart?
Will it make my heart apart?
Will it make me suffer?

I met you with that heart
We are the same
We're not the firsts
And it's hard




--jeannery a.


As katy perry said, "Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection" and that hurts the most and that's just so true. How do we really love a secondhand heart?
Cyrus Gold Jan 2019
Misplacin’ entitlement,
bannin’ visitation
Crime ridden, broken windows,
lack of education

Survive the death of the soul,
a sole survivin’ nation
Shatterin’ family cores
and forcin’ new displacement

Wanderin’ hand is a force
we simply can’t escape from
Evil is bought and endorsed
through coded conversation

Don’t be afraid to show emotion
when you least expect it
It’s simply proof of your devotion
doubt is intercepted

Minutes turn to hours
as I savor every part of you
Sharin’ in the power
doin’ favors just to start anew

Demons fly to start a feud
Easy just to call a truce
“Betray your excellence and
your defeat will surely follow suit!”

So keep your head up
Don’t you let up ’cause the city beckons
The hourglass has been broken
as hours turn to seconds

Just let it bleed
and cut the ties that are bindin’
Feel the size of the lapse and write
’til your thoughts are unwindin’

Lace your mind with your talent
watch how the synthesis rises
Paint the ink with your truth –
the one that your demon despises

Start your count from eleven, writer
It’s down to the wire
Final hour requires shunnin’
your pain to the fire!

(Crack the hourglass!)
Never take for granted a single minute
(Crack the hourglass!)
Spend your days ascendin’ beyond your limits

(Crack the hourglass!)
Don’t let a single second go to waste
Invest in your expression
Believe in yourself and keep the pace.
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