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Poetic T Dec 2017
I weaponized love, collected the
pheromones of
                        every smile.
A heart beat,  
    my hands laid upon everyone.

I stole one maybe
                           two seductively,
They thought I was smitten with
there motions.
                     But I stole every petal
that had laid upon there blossoming eyes.

I will steal every happiness,
                                      that is gloated
from the hands of others
                                       to feed ego's whims.
Where they stole the reflections of others hearts.
And I slept, why they wept on lonely pillows...
Elissa Deauvall Sep 2017
late nights by the fire
sipping on hot chocolate
under a fort of blankets and pillows
drunk on laughter and
high on love

we danced in the moonlight
          (i apologized too many times for stepping on your toes)
we ran through sprinklers and
wished upon shooting stars
you kissed me like never before
you held me like you were going to lose me
i could feel your heart beat as you drifted to sleep on the floor
i love you more than the sun loves the moon
i'm never in the dark when we're together
your passions burn like the sun
you guide me in troubled times
you carry me when i can't stand
i got lucky when i met you
my heart hasn't been the same since
I'm on the edge of awake and asleep
And the blade is pressed below my eyes
Hard enough to bruise but not to break
Soft enough that I can't sleep and I'm not awake
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
What
if
the
pillows
could collect
the tears
and
recycle
them
to
drinkable water,
could be supplied
to the people
who are
in
drought
affected
area
?
The best out of waste!!
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
If pillows could talk,
I'd ask yours for your dreams,
What your nightmares are made of,
When it last silenced your screams.

If pillows could talk,
Do you think ours would be friends?
Bonding to be had
Over the rest they lend.
Alan S Bailey Feb 2017
This is the only way it seems
Each time I turn you on-this remote
So close at hand but it isn't what I need
Vague colors and shadows over the screen.
In the end I'm stuck in this vortex,
But I don't even know which way I should go,
Broken down on a park bench
Because you're such a hard person to ever know.
I'm hung up on you,
You're the TV, I press each button on the remote,
You take me everywhere but still I'm lost,
Remaining here in this seat without hope.
An endless stream of shows, this is what I want,
Yes, this is it I guess. I'm lost on you,
I'll give myself nightmares just thinking of
Never getting to be alone with just us two,
Alone on some sofa-in my mind-holding you,
Kissing your neck, then I find I have pillow
In my mouth and I wake up in this stupid
Waste of a wreck.
Kewayne Wadley May 2016
If
If I could be anything
I'd be your pillow.
To grant you comfort in the times you need rest.
To truly understand you
To listen to all of your secrets.
And stay up with you all night
To comfort you.
And reassure you that you are beautiful,
In every single way.
To catch your every grin
Every fall of your tear.
The last time I saw you
You grabbed me so tight
I didn't want you to let go.
The feel of your nails dug in my back.
Whether your hair is freshly done,
Whether you tie it in a ponytail,
Whether you tie it up or wear a bonnet.
I welcome you just the same.
Lay your head on me and just relax.
Frankly, I wouldn't trade anything for that moment
As I find so much comfort in listening to you speak. I've always have.
We were lost in every conversation
That came to mind. Watching the rain drip down the window.
Though you feel that your rambling at times, I think no such thing.
I love hearing about the things that cross your mind.
Your thoughts
Your ideas.
Let your imagination run wild.
Tell me every detail.
I love how you are so fearless in your endeavors.
Your determination
Your commitment, passion.
You inspire me in an way I never thought possible.
To grant you comfort,
By any means necessary
As your pillow
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