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Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
Know I should be looking forward
Excited for what future will bring
I just can't get over you
Still jump when I hear my phone ring

I am sure you're walking straight ahead
Don't have time to turn around
I call your name, you don't look back
Hesitate, you don't make a sound

I have never felt so vulnerable
Or insecure, shaking with fear
In my eyes you are still a hero
Too trusting and naive to see clear

Doesn't matter how much you hurt me
I do not care what you say or do
Can't imagine being happy
With any other person but you
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Farzaneh Qaf Jul 2018
Night again
My stressfull mind again
Began the painting like a game
Paint some pains
And
Make some names
Each for a reason
What a lame
Cjf Jul 2018
"there are two people you'll meet in your life. one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight down to the parts of you that pique their interest. the other will take their time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them the most. You'll meet these two people; its a given. its the third that youll never see coming. that one person who not only finishes your sentences, but also keeps the whole book"



i believe i am a sentimentalist at romance, and given the chance ill look for love in stolen glances, unfinished sentences, and knowing how you like your coffee. and im not saying my heart has found its place in love with you, but ruling out the possibility of love with you.. im willing to close off all bets & go down in flames all for you. you are my third person, my finished sentence, and i am your library. you can choose any book off my shelf and ill gladly read it to you.
Natália Jul 2018
I know a person
The person is weird
I never know where I stand with him
At 8 o´clock he acts like he is above everything
At 9 he is super funny
At 10 angry with me, don’t even know why
At 11 he acts like I am nobody
At 12 he wants to talk
At 1 PM he is really nice
At 2PM he hurries somewhere, doesn’t have time
But at night
He is someone else
True self? I ask
He seems like he gets it
Gets me
We text, I feel instantly better
Maybe he is the friend?
Could he be the friend?
But then he doesn’t text back
Wilder Jul 2018
If I were to **** someone
Without all these witnesses
Someone without family
Who didn't know another being

If that person was dead
Would anyone notice

Maybe if it was an accident
Maybe if I hid the body
Maybe no one would ever know
Would ever care
Would ever want to know,
To care,
About a person
Who had had a life
It was a lonely life
Probably a sad life

But would anyone bother to care?
And what if it were me
𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎 Jul 2018
metaphors have helped poets a lot to explain what they're feeling
either you're a storm
a cloud
a sunshine
a galaxy or
a star
but whatever metaphor you may be
you will still be the greatest treasure
they could ever get
and that's how beautiful metaphors are made.
Nancy Jul 2018


Tangled in the yarns of endless strife and lost in the labyrinth of incomprehensible and unsolved
emotions. My emotions are a puzzle and anyone who dares to solve them end up insane. They call
me crazy, they call me queer. I wish they’d just call me misunderstood because truly that is what I
am. I wish they would understand that I don’t understand myself and thus I cannot be understood.
They should have me how they find me for I am sweet and my after taste is long lasting. I know
myself yet I don’t understand myself. Nevertheless I hold light of what is important for I am a
philosopher at heart. I can understand you more than you can understand yourself. I can love you
more than you can love yourself because I care for everyone. Will you forego my care for
understanding of myself? Will you deny yourself my humour and life for the sake of my craziness?
Don’t try to do what others have failed at. Just have me for who I am and what I do. Most of what I
do is largely for the benefit of others. Let me be and you’d find that it isn’t so complicated after all.
Chloe Jul 2018
go to work
come home
stare at my freckles
browse through reality tv videos on youtube
day dream about a career
thinking about writing a song
a thankyou to the bus driver
chunks of time spent over thinking
cherry tomatoes or beef tomatoes
rubbing my nose
giggling with the girls at work
checking out a guy
worrying about your brother
not eating enough
creating tv adverts in my head
writing down your thoughts
questioning your mental health
craving a pizza
the urge to pick your nose
antisapaction for love island at 9 o'clock
ready for a city break
trying to be more feminine
then remembering there's various defintions of being feminine
beams of sunlight
pastel coloured sunsets
anxiety on transport
wondering the meaning of life
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Never mistake a silent person one
for a weak one.
Never underestimate silence
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
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