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Akira Chinen May 2016
Lost and stranded on this island in the center of you
I chanced past your image, words, and voice
And they all sang to me and now I am lost here deep in your sea
I dared stare in your eyes too long
And fell to the endless depth of the oceans within
Every since I've been writing you love letters in the sand
Watching the crashing waves carry my words out with the tide
I've stuffed bottle after bottle with
Wish you where here notes
And secret whispers
Tossing them against the hard blowing wind
And into the wide beautiful open waters  of you surrounding me
Dreaming that you will read the letters
And open the bottles and learn my secrets
Hoping that you will smile in knowing my secret
And reading my stories of this love lost castaway
Waiting for you
To find me here
To join me and let our
Naked hearts live in forevers sunset
And lose our souls to the eternal night
Becoming prisoners in one anothers arms
Never longing to be free
Were we would smile
And laugh
And be happy
And love eachother
Endlessly
that is what I have been
for 8 years.
I've been a mute.
I have been expected to take the ****
to make the impossible work,
sleep it off,
and take what i cant dish out.
Don't expect to understand me
my life's story
is really quite boring.
He  wants you to think
that I am just a perfect, quiet little church boy,
that has a demon side to him
he has lied for years,
each time pushing the mute button a bit harder.
I am a mute,
but it is time for me to speak.
He won't expect it,
he WILL regret it.
He is responsible for my scars,
and they want revenge
I'm coming for him.
I shall arrive only so soon
the dagger in his chest,
8 years of damnation
will fill his soul.
He will be muted
just as I was,
*so long long ago.
Toby Lucas Apr 2016
There is a reservoir of perfect words waiting to be touched,
But I cannot scale the dam.
I can't get up to this water of life,
No matter how profound I am.

There the greats sail,
The poets who shall survive
The erosion of time, but
Will I see this ocean whilst alive?

I can only drink their gilded overspill,
The aftertaste of nectar from the brim.
I must take in as much as I can
And store it deep within.

Would that I could grasp the heights
And stride the distance set before me!
I want this wall to hold fast against the tide,
But it's as impregnable as it shall ever be.
A poem about potential, and how steep the climb is to the 'great poets'. We can only hope to imitate their genius, and aspire.
January 2016
Oskar Erikson Apr 2016
It was simple at first,
No harm intended.
Who'd of known you were a curse.
I'd of died for and defended.
These shorter one's are so hard, how do you guys do them?!
AM Apr 2016
my point is
he's impossibly cute
and looks as if he jumped out
of shoujo manga
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Firstly, sit somewhere,
You can never in your life,
And it won't matter whether
You are a husband or a wife,
As a matter of fact you can't
Just make a square in air,
With your right hand,
And
A circle on the ground with your toe.

That is 'cause your brain,
Now just so very humane,
Can't follow this paradox,
Conflicting activities both.

Now position change,
Get down on the floor,
Yes, on all your four.

And you can not breathe in and out,
As quickly with your tongue out of your mouth,
And your nostrils both not being used.
My HP Poem #1050
©Atul Kaushal

Like this post if you tried either or both.

If you tried the second, you might have realized that it is possible, just that there isn't much difference between you and your uncle's dog!

Sorry!
-df Apr 2016
Isn’t it funny how our minds work?

We write novels of how our lives should be.

We make up stories to comfort our thoughts.

We imagine that our crushes are perfect, and that we’re meant to be.

In other words, we believe in the impossible.

(-DF-02/24/16-)
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