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Blake Dec 2018
For he with the blonde curls,
Who set you from stone to glass,
For he with greyness and age,
Who set you from virtue to lust,
And for the fathers who warned,
Who set you in a statue of shame,
With his constant looks of disbelieving.

For she with the stars of freckles,
Who set you from glass to shards,
For she with the condensation of coldness,
Who set you on route to loneliness,
And for the mothers who neglected,
Who set you with no comfort,
With no help after the males visited.

For the creaks of floorboards,
Threatening unholy arrival,
For the thousands of bed squeaks,
Helping by gifting distraction,
For the hotel clerks gentle knowing smiles,
For the cheeks I can force upwards,
For the sacred of tears that disappeared with new numbness,
For the child within me who had such urgency to grow up,
And for me...for me.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
" A house on a hill,
  an indoor pool...
   a  cute pet dog
     And nature all around,
   Isn't that how you imagine your future? " She asked.
" Not without you " he smiled.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
उ बाँच र बाँच्न देउ भन्ने मान्छे
उ आफ्नै कर्ममा बाच्ने मान्छे
उ कल्पनामा डुल्ने, सपनामा रम्ने मान्छे
उ चरासँग बोल्ने, प्रकृतीसँग खेल्ने मान्छे
उ आफ्नै सिद्धान्तको कहिल्यै साथ नछोड्ने मान्छे
उ बिना गेरु आफूलाई जोगी ठान्ने मान्छे
उ मानवतालाई ठूलो धर्म मान्ने मान्छे

उ सधै आफ्नोपन खोज्ने मान्छे
उ मानिसको हुलमा विचारले एक्लो मान्छे
उ एक्लो संसारमा रमाउन जान्ने मान्छे

उ एक्लो संसारमा रमाउन जान्ने मान्छे
शैली : प्रेरणात्मक
Olivia Catalina Dec 2018
He is the can of Red Bull shaking in my hand.
At first sip he does nothing for me,
but then he slowly begins to take effect.
My heart accelerates,
my breathing quickens,
And I soon slip into the next world.
I feel like I’m floating whenever he’s in my system.
My feet are several inches from the ground,
and my head is in the clouds,
and I can’t seem to come down from this high he left me with.

She is the flag adorning my bedroom wall.
A memory fabricated from the ocean,
the stars,
shopping trolleys,
and the sound of fabric being torn at the seams.
She cannot be wiped from my mind,
nor can all the nights we’ve spent together.
Not that I would ever wish to forget about them.

I am the wordless demon that haunts their every waking hour.
The one who dreams of them with ardour,
and the one whose words come across as too strong.
I have been told I bat my eyes too often
and that my smiles occasionally seem more than just friendly.
I have been told that my touch is too tender,
and my motives are too selfish.
I have been told that I am the devil.
Rose Dec 2018
HE
DOES NOT
DESERVE YOU.
HE DOES NOT DESERVE YOU.
Maxim Keyfman Dec 2018
minutes later played bayan
scary sounds he uttered
he played he played horror of horror
fear anxiety fear colds
he played black like in the dark
like a man killer

he did not stop playing because
blood passed because blood
twentieth century of all ages ago played
because it is an eternal memory
eternal eternal endless monument
the feast of death

02.12.18
Maxim Keyfman Dec 2018
can't believe i just walked
walked quietly and walked quietly no one
never bothered anyone
when suddenly in the desert in which he walked
when suddenly in the desert in which he walked
appeared cactus green but former bygone
his former color is green he was ******
he was all he was all from head to foot
in one in one blood oh my gosh
from this steam from this air to me not
I'm really scared of myself
will be further really to me
not for myself what a desert that broke into me

01.12.18
Samuel Nov 2018
Him
You talk about Him every day
He makes the light shine in your eyes
He makes you want to love
He makes you want to cry

I know He has some things I never could
He understands in a way I can't
Makes you believe in love
All of that I wish I could do

When you talk about Him your lips curve softly up
Your face shines like I've never seen
He has something I do not
I wish I was all you needed

When I think about that day
That day you told a story
About a clumsy girl
And her brush with closeness

When I heard about that day
All I wanted was to scream
I pictured it in my head
It's now become a constant stream

I wish i could just cut it out
The thought of you and him
I wish I never awoke
On the day I first laid eyes on you

But to me has this curse been bestowed
To want you evermore
I don't know what I'd be without you
I wish I could close the door
A lot of my peoms are about one person in my life. She means the world to me, but I nothing to her.
haysia Nov 2018
Set an alarm clock
so that I'll know
when to wake up
from my dream
of being with you.
Let me know when you'll leave me
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