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Anna Nov 2017
Brown eyes, brown, long hair
falling on her shoulders.
A simple girl,
choosing to see the bright side of everything.
Emotional at times, but having people
being her lamp in her dark days.

A girl who gives her whole heart
to the people she loves.
A girl whose intentions are never bad.
She truly cares, she truly tries to bring joy
to other souls around.

Despite the negative world,
she truly believes love wins anyday and anytime.
Seeing the lovely smiles of the loved ones
is what fills her heart with warmth and happiness.
Being around them makes her shine like a star.

She loves lending a helping hand.
She feels good, she feels alive,
she wants to inspire people every day.
And she is crazy in love as well, yes she is.
For her, nothing is more beautiful
than being in love with the right person.

She loves the small gestures of people.
She loves staring at the night sky
and those big fluffly clouds during the day.
Dancing is her passion.
She is very shy, but once she is comfortable with people
she may be a little bit crazy, yes she can.

She adores the fragrance of flowers,
of that fresh rainy day, of the book she is holding.
The fragrance of orange peels, of her favorite perfume
which she applies on her neck before going out.
She is scared of being hurt.
She doesn't like to be alone.

You can make her laugh very easily.
It makes her forget about all the little problems.
It makes her realise how beautiful and shiny is this
world with those certain people.

Just a simple girl, who doesn't like to show off,
not at all.
A girl who is proud of herself for everything she has done
and keeps doing.
Oculi Nov 2017
Raw thoughts, yeah?
Nah, not today, man
Too bad, I was expecting them
You'll get them, just shut up
It's just noise
They all want me and my noise
But it's all just noise
It scratches
It creaks
It beeps
It boops
It bleeps
It beams
It beckons
It goes on for oh so, so, so, so, so, so, so long
Why do you want it, you disgusting *****?
shhhhh
khhhh
tshhhhh
krrrrr
bhhhhh
ssssss
trrrrr
But it doesn't make sense
None of it does
It's me
It just goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Why do you want it, tell me that
Who are you to ask my why I want it if I do
I'm tired of this can I just make peace with me
Yes you can
No you can't
Yes you can't
No you can
Yes you are
No we aren't
No I can't can
.......
.......
.......
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ooooooo
Who are you?
Middy Nov 2017
you See Them everyday
but you
don't say
a woRd
just A hello
good morNinG
aftERnoon, evening
some have
hIdden knives
in pockets
some could be kind
some mAy
be drinking the
devil's drink
or sneaking looks
maybe
they don't
look
barely a GlancE
maybe
they can't see
you
or heaR
your
greeting or
farewelL
maybe they
are
artists, painters
a
predictor Or
an animal
a sad
sOul, a happy
spirit,
a serious soldier
a helper
a student, a
gunman
who will **** milliOns
bUT that
doesn't matter
you won't
see him or her again
S T R A N G E R
D A N G E R
L O O K
O U T
Soleon Nov 2017
If only we could see souls
Instead of vessels
The definition of
what makes one beautiful
Is the honesty of your actions
That's what we would see

Not to put someone down
because you think you're pure
but to know who to trust
And who you can rely on
Betting on what you're looking at
Can sometimes be deceiving

Because looking
isn't always seeing
We frequently classify
When we don't even know the content
Seeing souls instead of vessels
Would be the moment of realization
Remmy Oct 2017
Have you seen my heart?
I might have lost it
Have you heard my heart?
I might have misplaced it
Have you felt my heart?
I might have left it behind
Have you tasted my heart?
I think you might have eaten it
Bpd and ptsd together ****
Zero Nine Oct 2017
Shoot. Loot. Shoot.
Loot and shoot.

It's like half past ten PM
While it's true I've never been
the bread winner
I still wake and bake at dawn

Although, I'm losing sleep
They can see a tired person
hurting from existing as an
addictive personality

Although I'm losing sleep,
I'm positive this is the first
time I've felt fulfilled
since the last time

Believe me, my instruments are mine
when i'm the instrument - ally
conditioned queen
Believe me, my work is justified
when all it is, is time ill spent
in the end

Shoot. Loot. Shoot.
Loot and shoot.

Look at the
rewards
roll in

Oh yes, oh
yes, oh
yes, oh

Blue, purple,
and gold,
my goal

My
crucible
My
crucible

Shoot. Loot. Shoot.
Loot and shoot.

Oh joy, oh
joy, oh
joy, oh

How come in the meaning I'm promised new?
When you're my sole believer, what can I do?
What can I do but shoot and loot
til I become your monument?
Yeah yeah yeah.
-- but I just got to 275!
hami Oct 2017
She's living inside the dreary area
where she can't capable to visualize
those contrastive timbres of the rainbow
due of being concealed by the dusky clouds
with yelling thunderstorm that splash a words
that more barreled than the body of sword.

Shadows of people are not people anymore
but change into the shapes of cat and dog
murmuring when they see another creature
as they grinned their teeth with I'll nature
especially her that marked as a ghost
invisible when done something obedient
but mostly the essence of the bundled optics
whenever she's walking in the world street.

Considered as the ruler of torment
by being herself against the antique paper
Tongues are used to walk besides her—
saying religious words but in devilish way,
forming a cycle of a world's new theory—
the inequality with other personality.
Second Poem <3 Hope you'll like it
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