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Aaron Bee Aug 2014
Smiling,
blood in
teeth.
Eyes large and
crazed.
pupils dilated
like large black
holes
swallowing
images of
others acting the
same-
wild, intoxicated, and
sublime.
hidee makayla Aug 2014
hold me in your arms
Kiss me on the cheek
Touch me where u want
Sweep me off my feet
Look me in the eyes
Feel my heart

Can't you hear it racing
Marlo Jul 2014
Can you hear something that's
Not real?
Time is not real,
But you hear the
tick tock of a clock.
You say you're heart,
Is nonexistent; not real.
But you can hear the
thump thump
In your chest.
We used to always say we didn't have hearts.
. *** .
Anne Jul 2014
Her heart sang a song of what she wanted her future to hold,
but her mind said “Shh, no one must hear, for you’re far to young to love someone so dear.
Now keep it in, keep it quiet,
and see if the song plays out itself. If it does,
well, then there’s no worries for you already know the words to fill the empty spaces.”
Keeping a love hidden.
-Anne
Rob Parish Jul 2014
Looks deeply into ones heart,
can you feel it?
Can you see it?
Its always been there.
Words don't need to be said
for it to be so.
What needs to be said is
what the HEART sees.
Don't let your words speak from
what YOU see.
Let your heart speak
from the INSIDE.
THEN one will truly know.
Alexia Côté Jul 2014
Listen you all,
Big or small,
To the words of a fellow human,
To whom my thoughts are only blooming,

With my eyes I see,
People smile with glee,
With my eyes I observe,
People who constantly live on nerve,

With my ears I listen to,
Some speak of affection that grew,
With my ears I hear,
Words that make me shead a tear,

With my nose I find the scent,
Of every love letter I've sent,
With my nose I smell,
The odors of hell,

With my tongue I speak,
Of all the good times that happened this week,
With my tongue I talk,
Of things that I mock,

With my hands I touch,
Everything that I like so much,
With my hands I feel,
All the pain I can't heal,  

On being human,
It's living,
As a breathing,
Contradiction.
We are all living, breathing, contradictions.
Chalsey Wilder Jul 2014
I watch and listen to you sing just to feel the harmony and see the feelings on your face when you sing
I kind of just thought of this cx
One comfort that I find
Is that when there is no music in my ears,
                                               or in the air,
There is always music
                                     in my heart.
Quenya for 'the music of the heart/mind/soul.'
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