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Anastasia Sep 2015
I live in the past
Clinging to memories
The way your scent clung to my sweater
After spending the night.
It’s not that I’m afraid to let go,
I’m afraid for what lies
Ahead
That it wont compare to
You.
sheloveswords Sep 2015
He goes against my code of conduct.  
I am a poet, I love words.
but He.
He makes my poetry sings
and never have I performed a tune
I provide the words, The rest he brings
he's a live concert under the moon
the vibrations of his life flow creates the perfect songs to make up to
to break up to
and after the wounds are healed
and the war has ended
he turns my poetry to the most wonderful songs to make love to.
sheloveswords Aug 2015
You are my loose leaf and I scribble on you.
eli Aug 2015
her Eyes?

her Eyes,
are like staring
into brand new millenniums
where not one
infinity is impossible
and she does this,
with just a simple flicker
of every blink she takes
opening up,
to an array of force fields,
and battles long lost
to one
I hope one day
to cross.
Jellyfish Jul 2015
Sleep deprived
and high on caffiene

Too many things
keep me from laughing
Nicole Ashley Jul 2015
When houses are asleep
That's when I'll come seek
under the moon and stars to find you
We'll sneak away for keeps
'Cause I'm a ghost at most
In your arms under the tree
Secluded from the world
Kissing your lips I'm finally me
Like the time we were
plastered under the train tracks
The first time I saw
What you really meant to me
Like the time I cried on your shoulder
in the private room that holds our memories
But now that you're gone..
In this moment
I'll listen to the crickets
And chimes break through the wind
outside
And imagine holding you close to me
under the tree
and cry
and hope to hear the rumbles
like the very first time
Because this night was probably the last
And I wish I could relive it all..
"I know you're gone now, but I'll still wait for you" -PVRIS
oceanstorm Jul 2015
I don't care that her hands are cold
the red on her cheeks are enough to keep me warm this winter
Even if our lips only touch in the split second of a goodbye
her mouth is the only thing I can pay attention to
'Cause I know if I don't I might miss it
And if I miss it I'll have to wait for another goodbye
and at this point I don't think I can handle
watching her leave and not looking back
I know it's not very polite to comment on people's scent
but I was told to speak my mind and when she moves closer
laying her head on my shoulder and my heart just stops
What else do you want me to do?
How dare she, make this poet wannabe forget his words?
"I fell in love like I fell asleep", *******
I fell like a cartoon stepping on the X mark on the floor
and a piano falls from the sky crushing him
but he turns out okay only for some random train
run over him again
It's too late for me to be writing poems or thinking about you
or writing poems about thinking about you
and yet here I am making out excuses
for things I haven't done yet
I don't blame you for calling me a creep
I do hate it, however, when you say things
that weren't meant for your lips
I could write all night, waiting for her to wake up
but it wouldn't matter, 'cause in the end
this is just another letter I'm too coward to send
Vernell Allen Jul 2015
I have returned to darkness because
my eyes fell out of my head
My sockets are filled with maggots
that harvest deep secrets and
scream ridicule to my mind
Larva drill into my brain and eat the images of you and ***** ugly truths
that I am too blind to see
So they slide down my throat like
worms to my heart and wrap it in a cocoon to protect it from your sea on lies that I swallow as I search for the truth before me that I am too afraid to believe
because I hold you dearly
Truth cuts the thin rope that we dangled from together and makes me fall into a bottomless depression
So I will bandage myself with fallacies and blindly fly into the shadows holding
you because you are my light
even though you are not righteous.
Late night free writing
littlejoelle Jul 2015
all we have are
all those stolen moments -

late nights and
wee hours of the morning

long walks and talks
that got me wondering
are these all we're ever getting -

the laughter in the backseat,
and little exchanges in the crowd
you showing up unannounced
or driving by late at night to hang out

the casual arm around my shoulder
or your guiding hand on my back

when you peeled me off the sidewalk
and drove me around campus

sat down beside me
on the steps
of that hallowed hall
at three in the morning
after everyone made sure
to have me remember them

and so I was kept more than drunk
when I gave you a hug

then the world spun around me

out of alcohol,

or perhaps the end swirling around

and as I made my way inside

I kept your eyes on mine
even as I closed the door

because I had this plane to catch
while you, your plans to draft

and between us our entire lives

so, maybe, all those moments
are all we're ever really getting
Vernell Allen Jul 2015
A hug's goodbye embraces my aching body
The squeeze breaks the coarse string
of hope I had left. Stay with me.
I hoped to embellish our love
but I lost that control long ago.
I lost you then and now I am lost..
My soil cries your name.
Nothing more will be done.
I can't breathe. Your final touch took
away the air I needed, though it
was much less than I needed you.
But we have said our goodbyes and
I am alone at last with no more than
my bleeding heart and your spirit.
This is it...
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