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mumu Feb 2018
It's summer time again!
Time to pretend we are kids then.
Sun, ice cream and beach at full colors,
Oh what a good time to forget our old lovers!

The sunlight touches our skin
So warm, so mean.
Let those ice cream melt on road
Play with water, find some toad!

Let'***** the highway with no map,
Until we find a place where day and night has no gap.
Let's sleep under the night sky.
Have three a.m. conversation until we cry.

Forget the heartache, forget the pain.
Leave those memories, be insane.
Because it's summer time again,
Time to pretend we are kids then.
It's almost summer here in PH. Oh! My favorite season!
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
The world is full of beautiful things.
Like You, Me and
that one song from our playlist
that we haven't have played yet.
"Go ahead and play that song. That song deserves to be played."
Maria Etre Feb 2018
The naked truth
is nature's
most seductive
aphrodisiac
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Ahh, who pressed the button?
Here, My dance stopped.

Plz, Play it again.
Theme: Pause is a vacant moment of anticipation, it freezes time. Not moving in either direction. Pause makes sense only if it is re-pressed or it’s companions are pressed. Nothing stay paused too long.  Play followed by Pause gets smoothing connection, the beats where stopped are continued. Stop followed by Pause is a pack-up sign. Either Rewind or Fast forward followed by Pause is a potential dynamic pace to resume, anytime.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
In one Play, I was offered to act in my own role

But,  
I disqualify myself.
Genre: Abstract
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Moment in Time…by Jessie 4/06

Close your eyes, stopping time; transporting self away
Existential experiences, mind wondering off to play
Look around, nothing moves, dissecting what you see
Embracing and appreciating all of what could be
Senses sharp, all five of them; tasting, touch and smell
Ears wide open, eyes are too; in the moment, is where you dwell
Arms out to side, feel the breeze, penetrate your form
Sunlight reflects and bends the rays, as if the air was torn
Birds in flight but never move, study while you can
Why we never see these things, is hard to understand
Close your eyes, stopping time, transport yourself away
See the things you never see, while rushing through the day
Past and future, occupy, all our space and time
Present, just a notion, resting on the thinnest line
An elusive little moment, compiling our very lives
A compilation of experiences, none of which of trite
Enjoy every moment; the next may be your last
Close your eyes, stopping time, and breathe your final gasp
I wrote this after watching a little girl stop in the street to to embrace a breeze
دema flutter Feb 2018
At first,
I thought you
were special
because you made
my heart play
beautiful melodies,
it turns out that
my heart is the
special one
because it plays
beautiful melodies.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
You play your wicked games with me,
Why do you treat my heart like a toy?
It's beginning to feel like my
Pain is something you enjoy.
Short but meaningful. Criticism is always welcomed here.
Lost love Jan 2018
We played pretend
We pretended like it never happened
Like it was all just perfect
We chose to play the game
We turned pretence into art form.
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