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Jessica Lange Dec 2015
Unhinge your jaw and shut your eyes
because the best things in life are simply felt,
and you’ll feel it everywhere if you’re doing it right.
A spark of electricity will ignite where your tongues dance
and it will sizzle through your teeth and down your throat,
lighting fires where you didn’t think could burn.
Curl your toes and knot your fingers into her hair like it is your lifeline.
Weld yourselves together, crawl into each other.
Run your tongue along hers until everything tastes like ‘we’.
Don’t forget to breathe; share the air until it’s gone
and all you have left to survive on is each other’s souls.
And whatever you do, don’t stop kissing her.
If you do, your lips will lose all meaning
because their only purpose now is to taste hers.
Your eyes will open and the world will seem a little grayer
As your soul untangles itself from hers.
Your tongue will become a defibrillator,
trying to revive the moment,
trying to recreate the electricity only you two can make.
Pardeep Dec 2015
I've lost touch with myself,
left with nothing but despair.
How do I find myself?
I've looked everywhere.
Trevon Haywood Dec 2015
How do i know you,
when the rain came down peacefully?
And it happens every year.
Since the year i've started here.
This is still 2015, and it's not over yet.
We've only got 2 weeks until 2016 comes as soon as possible.

Anonymous. 12/14/2015.
©2015 Trevon S. Haywood.
Perfect poem.
Summer Michelle Dec 2015
It doesn't matter what I write
This all lives inside me still
Waiting around to strike

I think I've lost before I start
I think I've failed before I've tried
I think it's over before it could ever begin
I am my own worst nightmare

The music I've held so dear to my soul
Should shed light on what I feel
Do you give it a chance
Do you give me a chance
Before you cast you stones and cast your judgements on me

I think I'm fat when I starve
I think I'm ***** when I'm clean
I think that, I'm sure that you could never want me
I am my own misery

The fires I'm watching, so close in sight
Could burn even our sun
Could you come closer, ***
Oh, will you stay with me
This time I meant everything I said, I promise

I think that I'm worthless
I think I'm a prize
I think that I'm clueless
I think that I'm bright
I live in the darkness
But I hold the light
I could get out but there's nothing for me
At least in the cold I have myself
I want to whisk you away
Hold her hand like it's the only thing anchoring you to this planet
Let her wear your jacket (she likes the way it smells)
Tell her she's beautiful
Not hot.
Not ****.
Lot's of girls love themselves from the shoulders on down
Don't make the same mistake
Serenade her with corny declarations of love
I wish I lived in your socks, so I could be with you every step of the way
When life gets hard for her
Do you have a band-aid? Because I think I scraped my knee falling in love with you
When believing you love her gets hard for her
You should be a baker, because your buns are perfect
When looking in the mirror gets hard for her
Let's play Titanic: You be the iceberg, and I'll go down
When you get hard for her
Kiss her on the forehead (but only if you're tall enough to do so easily)
Worship her personality in front of friends
Worship her mind in front of parents
Worship her body in private
Worship her body in public when no one's looking
Never let her go to bed without hearing *I love you

Tie her shoe for her
Wrap your arms around her when she cries
Don't be her Prince Charming
Don't be her Knight in Shining Armor
Be the WHOLE **** KINGDOM
Be her best-friend, boyfriend, and bed-buddy
Don't be a baby: let her take pictures of you
Remember- every touch makes her heart race
Make her heart race
**Then whisk her away
Somedays
I question
what
Im doing, if at all anything

Somedays
I question
who
Im turning into and who I am

Somedays
I question
where
I'm going to find the answers to the problems

Somedays
I question
when
Im finally able to say I did something and am happy

Somedays
I question
how
Im even getting out of bed in the morning

Somedays
I question
why*
Im still alive
Today is one of those days...
Leah Anne Nov 2015
May I ask if for just one moment,
Even just an innocent split-second in your life when you were free from all your reasons and all the history you've been carrying with you,
If for just that one moment before you let those things take over most of who you are,
Did you love me?

October 29, 2015. 8:22pm
Cat Fiske Nov 2015
how can I be a poet,
when I have,
**Dysgraphia.
10w
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