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mk May 2015
breathless
heart beating
electrifying
silence
you stop
inhale
“I love you”
exhale
I open my eyes
“I love you too”
and the moment
savored
in the dark
for us
to keep
your arms
around me
your mouth
pressing against mine
my body
pulsating
learning
the rhythm
of yours
like waves
crashing
against the shore
so lost
in the moment
so lost
in each other
so lost
in this world
finally finding
one another
summer air
warm nights
I can’t let this end
hold on tight
I want to wrap it
and tuck it away
when the future comes
I will say
I was young
foolish
and in love
and that moment
ah
that moment
was enough
// yesterday was magical; words don't do justice //
Devashish Kumar May 2015
"I want this to last forever.”
And there it was forever.
Why is it difficult to understand that
Nothing lasts forever?
Why can’t we be happy for the moment?
Why can’t we embrace the moment
And forget the future?
Why can’t we be grateful for what we have right now?
Why can’t we make these moments count?
Why can’t we be happy for now?
Why does it have to last forever?
The joy of the moment is not measured with time,
But with memories.
Let’s live these moments in a way that
These moments stay with us forever.
Remember only thing that lasts forever is the fact that
Nothing lasts forever.
Kenshō May 2015
Inheritance and loss
Time and space spans across
Planes of infinitude
Round of rebirth

Playing ten thousand games
Yet sparkling in each molecule
It vibrates complete

You are it and it is you
How could it be any other way?
~
That crazy moment when
Happens a lot..
Poetic T May 2015
Dead thoughts feed this Lilly, ever drinking
As she picked them free to wear upon herself.

She smelt the aroma of a dead mans thoughts,
Intoxicating was death to her every self.

Gazing upon this jar of silent looks eyes forever
Closed, to open nevermore life is restrained.

This wasn't the only flower she was to grow,
All would have the scent of deathly thoughts.

Each will drink upon a suspended moment of
Muteness, only the flowers would speak with scent.

Come to this place of the silent reflection, entice
Oneself with the scent of a dead ones thoughts.
Devashish Kumar May 2015
I love the way you smile.
I hate that I am not the one who made you smile.
I love your beautiful grey eyes.
I hate that they can't see me.
I love your lips.
I hate that I can't kiss them.
I love your perfect flawless skin.
I hate that I can't feel it.
I love your long black hair.
I hate that I can not play with it.
I love every moment spent with you.
I hate that those moments are just the figments of my imagination.
I love that I love you.
But I hate that you don't love me.
Julia Aubrey Apr 2015
I think reflections are some of the most interesting things to look at. you can be looking at a person through a mirrored image without anyone knowing; in fact, they could be looking right back at you, wondering if or when you will say something to turn their blue to a calming gesture for two.

we squint our eyes at each movement, at each word spoken in curiosity, and grip onto the edge of our seats waiting for the "next time" to be for ourselves, our decisions.

we wait for that cherry on top moment to allow the reflections to reflect our dreams and hopes instead of simply enjoying the whole shake.

(j.a.r.)
what a shame it is
i dont know a ******* thing
about you mama
a request from tali
Rockie Apr 2015
The wind blows through my hair
As I walk
And listen to my favourite music
Making me feel like I can escape my life
Even if for half an hour at most.

The wind blows a cold breath
Through my bones
Causing a light shiver
Across my goosebumps

The wind blows scattered leaves
Across the empty street
As I grin and grin
At the freedom of peace
I shall enjoy pleasantly for a moment,
If not a few.

*The wind blows.
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