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josh wilbanks Nov 2017
"Doing nothing's never nothing when it's something with you."
https://youtu.be/UZkVqLjGM_I
helena alexis Sep 2017
she met molly at a festival
molly made her happy
molly made her dance
molly made her forget

we’re gonna be best friends forever
molly whispered in her ear

she popped another
forever and ever
she replied with a smile
took molly at a rave and decided to write about it
eli Oct 2016
she is a volition,
the love of my life.
took her for one night,
and lost all my sight.

jumping all around
the light of the room
the bright over the gloom
pleads goodbye to misery.

i am here to stay
the one who's true
every day, always new
i will show you the way.

bleed on stage,
and on the page.
lead to tear, and lead to stain.
this is pain.

gone from my system
no one to listen
the end is near,
loud and clear.

know i've said this
but she really was on the tip of my tongue.
small and pure, small and pure,
never again, shall i fall for your lure.
Tim S Oct 2016
I heard your voice.
It must have been Heaven.
The silvery, ethereal sound of your laughter..
Yes, it was Heaven.

The exchange was so effortless.
You spoke, I spoke.
You laughed, I laughed.
Yes, it was Heaven.

However, in the ease of conversation,
There were so many things I wanted to say.
Instead, I remained reserved.
I feared the reaction I would receive.

I've been fixated on you.
Drawn in by your deep green eyes,
Bright wide smile, and perfectly waving brunette hair.
I've been captivated by your overall beauty.

Consider this an open letter from an open heart,
Spewing out the words I could not bring forth.
There has been no other prospect to fill me with the elation that you bring.
Just one of the many poems I wrote about a friend named Molly. Apparently, we were quite right for each other but we both made excuses to ourselves that one could never like the other. Stupidity, really.
Bria Grimm Aug 2016
Red and raw like my brain,
unable to shut down.
Thoughts crashing like electrons
orbiting a nucleus of dueling emotions.
Wanting to stay up,
Knowing I should want to come down
and stay that way.
I wrote this when I was battling an addiction with MDMA back in 2011. This short piece explains my frame of mind during his era.

I hope this ressinates with at least one other soul.
ashley Apr 2016
All I want is our Molly nights,
and falling in love in the dim black lights.
My head in your lap, staring into your eyes,
lost in your smile. I'm hypnotized.
R Arora Jan 2016
Sherlock is indebted, forever;
To Mike,
For he made it possible for Holmes,
To meet the (only) friend of his life.
Oh look at John,
How baffled he was,
For he had just met a man,
About him, who knew all.
The army doctor thing, the Afghanistan war,
And that his sibling was alcoholic,
About this Sherlock was sure.

Without a word about himself,
Just the name and address,
Holmes went away,
Leaving John, with many questions,
And their answers for him to guess.

A queer flat mate, he was, a bit rude
Sherlock, you know;
Mrs. Hudson was nicer,
But not their housekeeper!
Apparently, SH would play violin to think,
Knew it was DI Lestrade at the door,
And there was another ******,
Including this one, counting to four,
Without a hint.

The crime scene was sealed,
Under supervision of Donovan,
And according to Sherlock,
There was something going on,
Between her,
And Anderson.

A woman was dead,
Wore everything in pink,
Holmes deduced her marriage state,
Just by her ring!
He slammed the door at Anderson,
For he (SH) found him irritating.
Rache is not for revenge”, Holmes said,
“She was writing Rachel, obviously”.
Left-handed she was,
And was carrying a suitcase,
But as Lestrade said,
There was never a case.

Mr. Holmes was so excited then,
He teased others to be stupid,
Watson helped him make a point,
In order to find the criminal,
But Holmes believed,
The pink case was the cupid.
SH means Sherlock Holmes; I used it because he signs off that way.
Ah, this one is going to be very long... You see, I have covered only one-third of the episode, and it has already become so long. So, I have decided to write it in parts. Nobody likes to read long poems, eh?
Writing this, I realized when you write a poem without a planned idea, it is much easier than what you write when you are given the idea. You have to steer it that way. And to rhyme- that becomes sort of a challenge...
Laterzz!
chaos Oct 2015
not 18
throat burns from a cigarette
smoke expands in lungs
a head rush, 6 shots
avalanche voices and empty bottles
hands shake, a stumble, a scale
a fall, a brick wall
bruised knuckles, stinging legs
dilated pupils, look, don't touch
numb ***, emotionless
they fall in love, she blinks
mimic the movies, mirror the books
they think you love, they think you think
drugs, cigarettes, meaningless ***
pills, starving, self-scarring
smoke expands in lungs
throat burns from a cigarette
not 18
yet
that moment when you realize that your entire existence is exactly what they warn you about becoming when you get older.
Ashleigh Marie Sep 2015
The only one that will ever make me feel close to love
The only one that ever paints a true smile on my face
you truly make me feel, see, taste, and hear love
with you, love emits from my surroundings
you are love
although you are made by loveless creatures
you are my love replacement
Erali Pisce May 2015
I'm ****** up.
I'm drunk right now.
Isn't it hilarious?
The last time I was like this was two months ago.
Two months ago when I lost my "best" ******* friend.
Make it stop.
Save me from this stupid thing called love.
I'm incapable of true love.
Is it because of him, her, you, me?
I ask like it matters.
I ask like it ever mattered.
Ha, good one...
******* HOLD ME.
Don't touch me.
Come back to me.
Never leave.
She's gone.
It's my fault too.
Who cares though?
I don't because, well, I'm a ******* mess.
I feel nothing.
Nothing at all.
I don't exist.
I'm not dead.
I'm just nothingness.
I'm nothingness wishing for a drip.
An IV drip.
Drip from the Molly.
The drip from the X.
Numbness from the narcotics.
Kiss me.
Leave me.
I'll rock your world.
Then ask you to go.
I'm saving you.
I promise.
This was for me, not you.
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