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Ramsha Jul 2017
She was his insanity
While
She had an other part of her life being insane for someone else....
everly Jul 2017
Yes I do still have your jacket
and
it does make me feel
'kewl'
Idk just a little extra something something. ;)
Batool Jul 2017
and then there were nights
when she craved pain ...
cause a pain stemming from
a **** on her arm could save
her from the ache
originating from her heart

and then there were days
when she begged death
to set her free ...
cause in those moments
she felt her heart entrapped
in cage

and then there were his words
all soothing and caring
it was when she wanted
nothing but to live
protected in his arms
listening his heart, beat ..

and then there was edge of light ..
where she was standing
right where darkness begins
waiting for him to decide
either to save her soul
or let the darkness take over !!
Maitreyi May 2017
has no one ever told you that
your eyes aren't brown?

your gaze has borrowed from a hundred places
a colour i'd use to paint a million pictures
clay, i think,
soft clay from the hills and valleys
with the spring-kissed earth
on those postcards you send
only to the ones you love.
your eyes have every shade of colour i ever gathered
as a child from the old pebble beach,
and golden specks; i'm certain
the sun once danced inou.
the falling leaves of autumn
have swirled into the way you look at me,
teaching me new languages,
of storms, of sentiment, and of silence.
surely,
if the smell of rain was made of a colour,
your eyes would be its name.

did the fireflies learn from your piercing gaze?
i know i want to.
i know the stars slipped out last night,
with only your eyes as their excuse.
i've mastered the art of tiptoeing past
the crackle at their surface,
and into the beckoning flame.
a kind of candlelight;
searing at the edges, yet
gentle at the core.
julia May 2017
i hate to admit this
but i fell in love
with his icy eyes
which made
me melt.
Colm Apr 2017
After so many words have passed my lips
After being so warm
Like fire on the edge of my fingertips

I amazed by what I find
Both within me and within this
My seemingly same old somber mind

Because all of a sudden
The same old feelings
And the same old wooden stirring stick
Have broken into a dozen pieces
And suddenly I am settling in
After weeks of feeling uncommonly mixed

This is a different side of me and yet the same
With a broken stick cast at my feet

How I want to share
Because it reminds me
Exactly how I would like to be
But to be like this forever and always
To be locked in this form exclusively
Would be nothing short of torturous for me

So I’ll search for new words with this month
And try and find a way to stretch
The same old somber sayings which
Always seem to bunch up in my mind

So I’ll search along the wall of time
From here until the very end
Until I find the truth within
Where his words begin
And my words end

For only his words are perfect and kind
And enough to restore my peace of mind
His words are enough. But mine will never be. And this my friends is alright with me.
Julie Grenness Apr 2017
Read all about it, prithee,
This is Dr. Who's love for thee,
Boy didn't meet girl, indeed,
Boy made android,
Made love to girl celluloid,
Quite ******* for he,
No questions asked by she,
One for the Dr. Who society!
Feedback welcome .
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