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Under your gaze I was lovely
Like the bright sun rising over the gray clouds
You filled the sky with shining stars above me
You promised me there was no doubts

But now your arrogant boasting crushes me
I become so insignificant and small
Like a blade of grass flattened by a falling tree
Now I don't recognize you at all

The insults and jabs are plenty
Though you search for those old stars
But my night sky is black and empty
As is my shrinking heart
Matthew 4d
Little words
So small and sweet
and giving to all
they are something to all

that's why i think they can be better than big words
Trying to write in a different diction
When the moon shines bright I think of blues and different sides of you, I was thinking of you.

You’re blue, small, bold and looking old. losing your hair and losing your shares, when will you regain your enchanting glare...

I looked at you hanging over there with that guy smoking your light, when will you actually fight to stay right and bright? You remember when we were even a little younger and more like lovers.

You’re gone, so far the distance is long, I wish you would even run to your grandma. Run away they are wrong. Your addiction is the end of you, I’ve lost you.

I gained something new you’re alone and I’m at home with friends and great fun shown, I’m not alone. I’m me and your you. should you join to find your peace and stop the lease on me.

Just stop the act you’re not a kid. You’ve grown up right with love, friends and you give it up for 10 years of peace at max, it’s not going to last.

You’re starting to be loose lipped and obviously not glad. Get help. Find yourself and love more than the so called “self help...”
Don’t do serious drugs or anything like it if you can help it! It’s obviously bad for you and you look gross afterwards. **** helps with ptsd, even that makes you look less appealing and costs a lot.
lucav Sep 2018
shimmering sunshine
golden glowing haze
your gentle shy smile washes over my senses
losing my mind with your every laugh
an angel in disguise
everything you do makes me slowly come undone
your voice sweet like honey
im falling for you so hopelessly
a poem for an old lover
Matthew Jan 13
I wanted to be Normal
But I was atypical by nature
Genetic predispositions that I couldn't control
Or could I?
Everyone else argued that it was that I was broken
That I could be fixed
I wanted to be normal because they said that I could
They said that I wanted to be normal
It didn't matter that I was comfortable in my skin
It was that they never could accept me
But it didn't work
If I was broken?
Then why does it now feel like I'm falling apart?
I'm just another normal boy
The photo you took
and then gave to me
still hangs framed
above the altar,
next to the calendar.
Should I have taken it down
when your words slipped away?
But it hangs as a reminder
to hope
for Lovely, Wonderful,
Improbable things.
Mrs Robota Jan 7
"You're adorable"
he smiled
"a lovely person;
very passionate;
I don't even think I'm complimenting
It's just a truth"
And I don't accept compliments
But because he said it
I'm accepting a truth
Kai Schultz Jan 6
You fell asleep on the call
and I love that because
you had stayed on the call
because you cared
then fell asleep trying.
SC Kelley Jan 2
Skin like flowing magma
Eyes like infernos
Lips that would make you want to spill every drop of your desires
Soft aggressive fingers brushing sins into your soul
A voice like boiling honey
Promises of wild fantasies
Contracts signed in blood
All tricks of the Devil himself

~S.C. Kelley
For the curious sinners
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