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Alexis karpouzos Nov 2018
Left.
It left.
A mark.
Every sigh,
every word,
every moment.
Left.
It left.
A mark.

She told me:
''Coming back,
back to the stars.
Perhaps i''ll find you there.
Until then,
hold on to my hand
even when i have
gone away from you''.
latavia Nov 2018
It’s crazy.
Lust and love are not the same.
Yet is one.
A love for lust and
A lust for love and
All of that for you
Is what I want.
It’s what I feel.
But love and lust
Don’t work in harmony.
And neither do we.
It’s been a long road with us but I think this is the end.
ZenOfferings Nov 2018
Little thistledown
As anxious as you and I
But never ill-judged
Alexis karpouzos Oct 2018
He says: ''I'm lost. I'm alone. I'm so alone''.
And a Voice whispered:
WHY?
There are dreams you haven't dreamt
and loves you haven't loved
and light you haven't felt
and sunrises yet to dawn
and flowers yet to grow
and there is more to you
the wonders that you carry into your heart
will guide you farther than you can imagine.
In the name of cupid,
You shall call me sweet love,
And angry hate is a friend,
Sometimes we work together,
To pull distant hearts closer.

We may seem to be enemies,
But we are more likely similar,
Because one has to have loved,to hate,
Even then he is just a replacement,
For a broken me
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2018
If your Philosophy
Believes
Just on reasons
Yet denies harmony

If it
Isn’t sensible
To adopt
Winning without fighting

If it
Does not bridges
You to me

My apology
I’m not interested in
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: In consciousness
Morgan Mercury Oct 2018
If you're traveling on your own,
I can be your companion.
In the mountains,
we'll carve our prays there,
and leave our footprints along the sides.
We can sing songs with birds
and harmonize with the naked creek.
We can see nothing but the abundance of old pine trees
for miles and miles.
In these cold winters, the fog walks
the grounds hiding the path.
So hold my hand and be my guide
for these hills aren't my native.
We'll make our home in the low valley.
Although you sleep in the day
and I sleep in the night,
there will always be a daybreak we could meet at.
We must be up in some north country
we must be loving our lives down in the mountains.
2014
An old love
ClawedBeauty101 Oct 2018
I'll make your words my playlist...
and I'll play them over and over again

I'll put them on repeat...
so I am reminded that I have a friend

It is medicine to my ears...
No remix or night core modification could compare

The music that motivates my heart to keep dancing...
The beat that makes my heart keep throbbing... to show that I care

I'll make your words my playlist...
and your sentences my harmony to my melody.

No billion dollar offer could make me sell your albums...
Because you sang each word... to me... and for me... so heavenly...

Let me make your words my Playlist... and I swear...

I'll embrace and believe every word... every whisper... every breath... never to be on-air...
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Okay so this poem came to my mind while listening to a some called "After the Heartbreak" (Nightcore is best)

Anyways... while listening to the song, it made certain memories come to mind, which led me to think about the encouraging words of many beloved friends, and many words of the Holy Bible that I so deeply believe in.

Ehhhhhh I mean... if you wanted to, you could take it as a "love poem" but...ehhh...XP idc

I wish I could make the words of my best friends and the words of God a playlist XD, and have it play what I need to hear when I need it. they really are words to a song in my head. All of the things they say to me, I wish I could compose into a song XD. In my mind they are songwriters, and what a blessing each of them is, I can't seem to praise and thank God enough for them... Anyways... hope you liked it <3
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