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Moeshfiekah Mar 2018
That dredwire tonuge soaked in black hard tar spoke only the piece of the puzzle which was converted into lies.

He who walks the red sea in dreams drowns slowly in puddles . The making of his own blood. Satisfactory in the future for non is built on your words. Let me show you how it's done.
I hope you get what wrote. Uhm it's basically how the story fits into your life. But then again every story is seen in many ways
Marta Mar 2018
I don’t write
That implies some creative act
Instead
I catch the thoughts as they pass by
Bottle them into shapes
And display them
Hoping for the oohs and aahs

I don’t write
That’s too peaceful
I  stalk the words
I wrestle with them
Hold them down
For posterity
And for fame

I don’t write
I beg
For acceptance
For appreciation
For validation
For me
few eyes took a look
few eyes took a look
they weren't inclined to view
they weren't inclined to view
eyes weren't inclined to look
they few took a view

last week many would stare
last week many would stare
at what was there to see
at what was there to see
many would see last week
what was there to stare at

optics will become tense
optics will become tense
focusing on a thing
focusing on a thing
optics focusing on a thing
will become tense

few eyes took a look
at what was there to see
focusing on a thing
last week many would stare
optics will become tense
they weren't inclined to view
Moeshfiekah Mar 2018
Your lips tell beautiful lies on the tip of my ears.
As they send secret kisses down my shoulder.
As I shudder in satisfaction.
And we lay panting in my bed.
DancingEnt Mar 2018
You used to look at me like that
he whispered, as he stared at her
beaming at her new love
I never looked at you like this
She thought, as she saw him longing for her
Wanting to be embraced by her love again
My ex said I used to look at him the way I look at my boyfriend. But I never used to look at him that way because I've never felt what I feel now.
Milton Robertson Feb 2018
The journey of a ****, sports really rocked, the jewels, the pools forget about school, his people were saying, you're being a fool, he ridiculed.

He was in stride on a wonderful joyride. While in the background they'd lurk watching him do all the work they get all the perks, total jerks.

As things got funky he felt like a flunky, soon turned into a ******. Alas, he'd been outclassed felt like a complete *******.

Started to think, what should I do Prayed for a breakthrough felt so low he had to climb a ladder to tie his shoe.

What kept popping in his head was the game of poker. He reached deep inside and pulled the joker.

He got over the ****, came out of his slump no longer in the dumps and whatever they threw he'd trump.

So whether you're on top of the world or the least in the hood. GOD IS STILL GOOD.
Maria Etre Feb 2018
It's more
than just a look
when my
eyes forget
how to blink
from flesh
are
an loan
tear
drops
?
up
...
..
.
Kellin Feb 2018
No longer do I fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can
no longer see the stars in my eyes
As long as they still choose to look
they will find them again
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