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Nathan Collins Jul 2016
We all write
A sound dreamed in a mind's silent night

A sinking song with chords so heavy
And notes so light

They have no choice
But to take flight
Anyway

We all paint murals
On a canvas far and wide

But our painting is but a pixel
For the picture is bigger

When our words collide
Styles Jun 2016
Loaded up on lies, deceitful eyes.
Watching you, as they plot your demise.
Karma twisting and turning counter clock-wise.
pretend to be  your friend; its only a matter of time.
Under a disguise - jealousy replacing self-pride.
with a vengefulness that can't be denied.
so unsure of themselves, form faulty ties --
A bunch of losers,
that are losing.
A bunch of haters,
that are hating.
A bunch of cowards,
and they're fearing.
My only fear is,
it's contagious.
Just sitting here,
on a summers day.
With my imaginary girlfriend.
You may see empty space,
but to me it's a beautiful face.
With long glimmering
hair of every colour.

A mind of endless adventure;
she whispers ideas,
offers advice,
and  I listen.
She never needs
to speak twice.

Just sitting here,
on a summers day.
Listening to her;
“ you can write a poem about
me and it will say;”

Just sitting here,
on a summers day....
Styles Jun 2016
Glistening with wetness,
fingers fitting in like Tetris.
Cream dripping on the mattress.
Pillow firming press against your ****,
gyrating to the thoughts of being licked.
Then ****** on like a twisted piece of licorice.
Pleasure leaking from your body through your hips
Desire holding your body captive like a hypnotist
Your skin crawling with desire screaming it's fix
Drowning your finger in a pool of your juices
Your hips ****** and twist,
and mind, lift and dip.
Our bodies working a full shift,
like we were built for each others fit.
You biting on the sheets,
I'm biting on your lip,
****** at the same time;
when our world eclipse-
our-space doesn't exist.
Off to another world,
a briefly escape to,
a pleasure abyss.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
you and I,
like communism,
have only been an idea
never a practice
because the ideas of both communism and us
are too perfect to exist.
Styles Jun 2016
You belong to yourself,
and you heart is mine.
Our third eye blind,
and our souls-mate with mind.
Styles Jun 2016
my fingers
woven into your flesh
like mesh; we mesh
I melt you with every breathe
until there is nothing left
but what is felt
NeroameeAlucard Jun 2016
Can you love someone like me?
Who's grown Comfortable alone in my own zone like me?
Can you really invest in me?
Are you going to be there during my best and my worst because the two things are so different you see

Can you love someone who's been rejected
Brokenhearted, dosed, depressed, yet infuriatingly introspective
Can you look past the medieval exterior and see the troubled but loving soul within?

Do I meet your short term requirements? Or am I simply not a "good enough" man?
Styles Jun 2016
Nothing hurts like a touch.
Nothing kills like the rush,
of falling in love,
with the pain, of being hurt,
by someone you know,
you shouldn't;
                          TRUST.
Styles Jun 2016
even with closed eyes
I was too blind to see our chemistry
the death of us
was the end of destiny
you were what i was seeking
flesh was only a distraction
our souls were already tied
you quenched my mind
warmed my heart
your thirst I still long
separate is where we belong
come back if I am wrong.
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