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Destiny C Jul 2018
Thoughts. . .
Words. . .
Sayings. . .
Phrases. . .
Stuck inside my head.
Most of them - incomplete.
Others waiting for their exit.

Some are quite.
Some are loud.
Some can never be said aloud.
Mary-Eliz May 2018
every single word
we use
every single letter

has appeared before
somewhere
okay, perhaps better

but where do we
draw the line

when we say someone
has "stolen"

when we're talking words
and phrases

who gets the credit
earns the praises

it's even probable
it seems

that phrases one
person dreams

they've never read
elsewhere

yet someone
somewhere out there

in recent time or
days of yore

has used the same
before
Just a very silly thought...along the lines of the monkeys typing Shakespeare's work! LOL
Utsav Raj Jan 2018
We were like two phrases lost in translation. We made perfect sense in a language that I spoke and not at all in the language you knew.
We were like two stars that almost seemed to be touching, but were light years away. You wouldn’t know if I collapsed before it was too late.
We were like two dominoes, stacked against each other. If you fell, I’d fall with you.
We were like an eclipse. When we were together, I saw you and they saw you, but no one could see me.
We were like champagne, perfect for fancy occasions only.
We were like two halves of a broken heart. We could complete each other but we didn’t really fit.
We were like two coins, that made a lot of noise together but had lesser value apart.
We were like two nights, one darker than the other. But both still, silent, and calm.
We were like magic. I thought we were real, but you called it an illusion.
We were like two flowers blooming to be beautiful alone, but we had a stronger fragrance together.
We were beautiful. But I guess only I see it this way. Because we were like two pairs of eyes always seeing things differently.
Felix Andlar Jul 2017
The ocean and I
Talked about you last night,
The moon came down
To see my sorrows drown,
And my dreams float
On a beautiful boat
That carries your name.

And I lay in the sand,
Held it, pretending it was your hand,
And it just slipped through again.
The stars still pass through my heart -
The light dances with the dark -
And I wish for things that haven’t been.

The ocean and I
Talked about you last night.
It laughed our jokes,
And cried at our fractures.
Never did I speak in verse, but in chapters,
Whenever your name I spoke,
As thoughts of you soak me in smiles.

My skin writes in Braille
Whenever I think of you.
Every bit, every detail,
Of every inch of you
Comes into the light;
And you’ll never know
The ocean and I talk about you at night.
Love the idea of talking to "someone" about that special person. Why not the ocean?
Felix Andlar Jul 2017
In vibrato my breath dances,
As I feel your pianissimo kiss.
There’s no moment more perfect than this,
My heart, your harp,
Your soul, my mandolin,
And our lips play the strings.

And, as my fingers strum your skin,
This is where our song begins

Every inch of you is a beautiful song;
Every measure, a new chorus:
Melodic, dramatic perfection.
Lost in the orchestra of affection
My lips simply sing along
To this song that is just for us.
And the harmony is you.
And the harmony is you.

You know my every chord,
Every word of my every stanza,
You look at me, and my soul dances
To the beat of your touch.
Let’s tear the sheet up,
And get lost in our own concerto

And you change me from within.
This is where our song begins

This love in our hearts will know no end,
It will never require a requiem.
I love music and my passion for it, I think, is expressed here. Enjoy!
Felix Andlar Jul 2017
Your heart has been broken.
I’ll pick up the pieces,
And glue them with kisses,
Back to life I will stroke them.
Let me fill your missing sections
With the shattered parts
Of my own broken heart,
And we’ll be each other’s resurrection.

Wounded and dissected,
Your soul thirsting exempt.
Imperfect, unkempt
As our kisses mend our rejected.
Let yourself into my affection,
Because I need it, too.
Our smile knows the truth:
We're the cure for our infection.

We tessellate in time:
I am a part of who you are,
And you are a part of mine.

Mosaic of us:
Broken in our own way,
Perfectly aligned
Along these jagged lines
To form a beauty unrefined.
Brent Kincaid Nov 2016
Irregardless, years ago
I had double pneumonia,
But, like, you know,
It is what it is, and like
I dunno, kinda like
It takes what it takes
Know what I mean?
It’s prolly a mute point
But I turned three sixty.
You know? I mean
I’m kinda like, I dunno.

It is what it is, like
I mean, whatever.
It’s all good, isn’t it?
You get what you need
And it ain’t no thing.
I mean, go big or go home.
Try to stay in the zone,
You know. I dunno.
No biggie, though.
Keep a cool tool
And don’t be a big fool.
Know what I mean?

It’s like I was saying
Don’t give up praying
Because God does not
Create garbage, you know.
He didn’t bring you
This far to dump you.
I dunno. I’m in for
The whole game.
It’s all the same.
You know, way to go.
Give it a chance.
Get up and dance.

Know what I’m saying?
I ain’t playing with you.
It like, you know,
I’m so sure, dontcha know?
Way to go. I don’t know.
It’s like, I’m so sure.
Whatevs, whatevs!
It’s so dope, sick, cool.
There must be
Some kinda rule.
I dunno, it’s like, you know,
It’s the way to go.
Give is your best shot.
It’s the bomb, the ****,
It’s totally hot.
Maybe I am hot too,
But you know, I dunno.
Isabella Terry Jul 2016
If pain develops character, why am I so lousy?

If love wakes you up inside, why am I so drowsy?

If life is an adventure, I'm a stereotypical hobbit.

If I was holding my own, well then I think I might have dropped it.



I'm walking on eggshells, and they're cutting my bare feet.

I live in a glass house, and it's about to sleet.

Love sets your soul on fire, yet I'm feeling pretty cold.

New dawn, new day, they say, but these nights are getting old.



I've barked up the wrong tree, and I'm being driven to the pound.

Back to the drawing board, but I think I lost my crayon.

I'm having my stomach pumped, cause I bit off more than I could chew.

If actions speak louder than words, then I'm so lazy I'm a mute.



I was burning all my bridges, but then I caught on fire.

I never gave up my day job, I just wasn't ever hired.  

Can't judge a book by its cover, but my story is ugly too.

I would make a play on words, but my theater class is through.  



If love is blind, then why do I have 20/20 vision?

I was accused of cutting class, but I made no such incision.  

In the heat of the moment, my icecream sadly dripped.

Beating around the bush was fine, until I freaking tripped.

  

If clouds have silver linings, then I see an empty sky.

It's hard to keep my head up, while the sun is in my eyes.  

I guess I need to lighten up, but I was saving battery power.

If it's all a piece of cake, I have an allergy to flour.
My Wattpad is RabidFlyingSquirrel.
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
If i was you I wouldn't pull that thread
Things will surly unravel in your unstable head
Your world will crush, your heart will turn blue
Keep my love close, don't push me  from you
I'm your glue, I'm your tourniquet
I'll stop the bleed, with kisses so delicate
On your forehead I'll place them gently, to cool your soul and start a fire
You can only quench when me, you acquire
I'll hold you close when you start to float away
Wrap you up in my body night and day
I will show my love with more than just word's and phrases
Forever I will be your light as I set my soul on fire, for you it blazes
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