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Nicole Corea Apr 2015
My mind was in train wreck.
My heart was in a shipwreck.
Waiting to be found,
Waiting to be healed,
Waiting to be patched up,
Looking for a hero.
I am drowning into abyss
No anchor can pull me up
For I resisted ...
Breathless
I slowly drown
And  I hid into this unknown abyss
Waiting on a true hero.
Night and Day ,
I was a neglected soul waiting for a hero.
Searching in all the harazardous places.
As when the sun slowly began slept away
And the moon began to awake in its grey glow
I cried in despair of all ghouls who scorned my soul and those fiery demons for they tore my sanity.
I was alone and leading myself into hurricane of fire.
Twist into my fate.
Slowly I drowned ....
Where is my hero?
And you appeared in shining suit of armor
Piercing eyes ,taunting eyes,angelic lips
Halo across your head .
Without hesitation you reached for me.
My blood coiled in the sight of you
I was afraid ,
but I felt safe when I met your gaze.
My Hero.
As you lured yourself in,
You turned my heart into the right direction.
To stop loving
in dangerous places
To quit aching for
mistakes that were not in my control .
My hero
Bandages were stripped,
when you kissed me.
I wanted to be rescue,
every single time you touched me.
My hero...
My heart was set in stone ,
With accomplishments,
hopes,
goals
of having you by my side.
**My hero
He's the best thing that has ever happened to me
regina Apr 2015
he held a pack of cigarette.
took the last one of it.
held it securely,
like it's the only precious thing he got.

i took a glance at him,
wondering.
can i be his last cigarette to hush?
Anna Levine Apr 2015
Love

I was born with so much love
So much love to give
My heart was too big
So easy to break
I look here
I look there
Trying to get rid of some of this love
That I had to spare
But no one was there
And then I met you

I was all alone
Just sitting on my bed at home
Searching through my phone
Hoping to send you my love

Why couldn't you have just loved me back?
Was it so much to ask?
Because all I wanted to do
Was hold on to you

I was all alone
Just sitting on my bed at home
Searching through my phone
Hoping to send you my love

And now I see
That you never could have loved me
And I understand
Why you can't bear to be my friend
But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop loving you

I am still all alone
Sitting on my bed at home
Searching through my phone
Just wishing that you hadn't given up on me
This was kind of a song I wrote, but I know it ***** so I'm probably not gonna use it.
spit fire
swallowed swords
perspire six
bullets shot
arrows at the hoarde
cherub cut the cord
to this cloud nine
contorted to coincide
with the cliche story we
created in our minds
it's only
dragging us behind
the rest of the star dust
and eruptions in the sky
still I can't deny that you & I
seem to be aligned
& perfectly alive
but blinded
by this
blissful chemical
connection blurring boundaries,
any and all direction
I had built up to believe in
I don't see it
anymore.  

well don't you believe in ghosts?
I've heard that you can't see those
but they still make the most
of their state watching us
throw ours away
for rage and payback,
for show.

now you didn't
hear me say that,
it's just a theory
not a proven fact,
but boy,
do those theories hold fast.
alas I am ****** & sanguine,
a paper-hearted substance
& foam lip logic but
you may call me nonsense.

don't ask if
I know when
I'm gunna stop,
cause I'm not.
nope, I'm not.
Another for my lover. C:
Anna Claxwell Apr 2015
I am pretty sure I'm in love with you. I love the way your freckles fall perfectly in place like the ones the draw on American girl dolls. I love the way you smile, crinkling up your small little noes and squinting your eyes like the books you always read have damaged not only your adjustment to light, but the way you see earth so that now everything seems unfitting. Unfitting for a king like you. I love the way your hair looks like you just woke up. I love the way you smell. I love the way you walk like a character from the Incredibles, hopping around. I love the way you look when you read one of your novels. I love your eyes. Your eyes I could stare at forever. Reminding me of our first conversation, time I complemented your eyes . Your eyes. As if some one took the bluest lake out of your newest book and shrunk them. I love the way you talk. I love the way your voice sounds when you read aloud. It reminds me of being a kid, curled up in my pink cat pajamas, listening to my father read Good Night Moon. I love the way you dress. I love the way you laugh. I love you. But to you I'm just a friend. The person you get the homework from as you rush to study exactly 5.5 seconds before a test. I'm just the girl you smile at. But I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I love the way you acknowledge me as just a friendly face. I love the way the way I love you is just a secret.
alexis Apr 2015
my teacher
called my name in class
and i almost couldn't answer
i still see your eyes
in the books i haven't been reading
your voice echoes in my brain
when i look at the trees
i hear your smile
it's a million bells jingling
in the background
you are the answer
to all of my astrological questions
you put the ******* stars in the sky
i wish for you every night
and maybe you're gone for good
but i will always love you
i don't care if the stars fall
they're reminders that you existed once
i fell for your frizzy hair and how
it sticks straight up in the mornings
i fell for your rose petal lips
they cause sparks
when they touch me
you are the reason i am alive
without you i would feel nothing,
see nothing,
be nothing
you are the fire in my lungs
and **** it burns but
i've never loved pain so much
you gave me a home
i ran away
but the tears will lead you to me again
if it's right, oh baby,
you fill my veins with poison
and this sickness is the only disease i can love
you are the white light at the end of the tunnel
you are the rain in August
you are the leaves falling from the trees
and you are the only war i'll ever take part of
i fell in love with you
from your fingertips to your toes
and **** baby girl,
you make hell feel like home
and it's never been so bright down here
i like the bumps on your arms
and i love the smell of your perfume
you make me laugh during a funeral
at the way you whisper ***** jokes
to lighten my day
you lighten my day every day
your smile alone is the
reason i came home at all
i can't get enough
you have me
forever
babydoll
eh
Ashley Askren Apr 2015
Maybe it was the way fate intertwined our lives together on that warm summer day, or maybe it was the way he looked at me as if I was the most beautiful flower he'd seen amongst all the others in the garden. Whatever it was that caused my heart to fall for his, I am blessed.
The beauty of one's love for another is equivalent to every breathtaking sunset I have laid my eyes on and every single star that I have made a wish upon.
I found beauty within our hushed whispers and deafening silences, along with the moments of laughter and smiles reaching from ear to ear.
He was the most beautiful shades of color I had ever seen. Not a single rainbow could compare to the warmth and radiance he emitted.
Maybe it was the way he kissed my nose when I was angry- such a simple gesture, but it wasn't simple to me. It was the world and all the universes combined into a single second of complete compassion.
I cherished every single kiss of his, I savored the taste of his tongue, I basked in the warmth of his embrace- time didn't exist when I was enveloped in his arms.
Months down the road, and I still reminisce on every single detail of all of our memories together; hoping that one day maybe fate will be ever so kind and have our paths cross once more-
Jo Sleiman Apr 2015
You are poetry.
Every square centimeter of your existence
Is it’s own iambic pentameter .
& I can’t help but notice
the way your smile never fails to rhyme with your cheekbones.
Brieana Rose Mar 2015
I watch you, I watch you grow into the beautiful master piece of art you are .
You're magnificent , and rare to find.
It's the middle of the night and the moon shines bright through my window and the cool breeze blows my chimes .
My name is being howled in the mountains by you.
It's like Mozart , music to my ears .
Thus passion I have ought to be a sin , because you're a beast .
But yet so caressing so passionate .
It's a full moon , you run through every mountain .
I wait and you arrive , with therefor I pause.
Panting , motionless
I gently touch your fur and stare into your red Beaty eyes .
I can't help but pour my love , I see this beautiful art work.
Not a beast but a master piece
Nobody wants you in this town , they have such hatred , animosity .
But they are just degrading a beautiful creature .
You're so dangerous and can **** with the sharp claws and teeth but instead we make passionate never ending love and those claws scratch my back and those teeth sink in my neck .
I become alive , just like you .
**** your beautiful lies
**** your perfect smile
**** your bleach blonde hair
**** all of your denial
**** your adorable awkwardness
**** your enticing body
**** your continuous niceness
****  your amazing personality

**** my love for you...
I still want him when I have someone else </3
©LogenMichel copyright 2015
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