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Arturo Hernandez Oct 2014
I feel relaxed
When I think of
The ocean foaming
And the sound of the waves.

I remember who we were
Strolling in the beach
And playing under the sheets.

You were quick to forget
But I still remember
The ocean.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
.
Little kitten wakes me in morning,
Before even sun has time to shine,
Little kitten wants to play pouncing,
Before I am even awake at noontime.
Why does little kitten make me smile,
Is it because she is my doll in disguise?
I shall play with little kitten, it is so fun,
She goads me with eyes, beguiling as sun
And when little kitten is finally appeased,
Maybe, then I shall nap with her, O please!
AmberLynne Jul 2014
All the things you've said
     that have struck me down the most
     were said as nonchalant utterances,
     or disguised as whimsy and play.
But those are the ones
     that dig in the most,
     drill into my core
until I'm so ******* and hurt
     I want to spit your venom
     right back at you.
Your words work their way
      slowly through my system,
     steadily poisoning my thoughts.
And it's the worst when I'm alone,
     with only my now-tainted mind
     for company.
Problem is, sometimes
     I feel that same loneliness
     with you right beside me.
So, despite your ardent claims
     to the contrary,
I'm quite unsure of your ability
     to handle my capriciousness
     for the long-term.
Black, Brown and White,
Unite at the gay Blue giant
For a jolly little fight
Against the unpredictable might

Here comes the night
A pristine touch of light
Never there is a hindrance
In nature's hopeful delight
Just a small tribute to the beautiful beaches of Barcelona.
Aaron Bee Jul 2014
Stuffed,
Grains of sugar fall to the ground.
Mutilated flesh covered in corn syrup
Wait till it dries, scrumptious.
Blood, red as cherry liquourice
Seeps from open wounds.
Body perforated at the
Arms
Legs
Head
Ready for dis-assemblage.
Save for later
Something about being vulnerable.
Poetry by MAN Jul 2014
Oh whoa I'm in Spiritual love
Like a lightning bolt hit me from above
Saw it coming I did swerve
Now I feel it in every nerve
Amazing the power of the mind
Hearts connect emotions intertwine
Crush me..touch me..treat me cruel
A part of me has always belong to you
Take it..hold it..give it back
Touch me..feel me..just like that
Rhythmic pleasure from your treasure
****** desires feel my measure
Mental potion you know my notion
Core is rocked...feel the explosion
Wrapped inside..fit snug like a glove
All becomes one in Spiritual Love..
M.A.N 7-8-14
Styles Jul 2014
The first time, You and I making eye contact, is like getting high off of  second hand contact; then you said Hi, didn't know how to respond back, instead, had my friend, give you my contact. That was a while back; so surprised, we finally got in contact: But, when you sent that text, I was fixing my contact, jumped up in shock, my eye and Iphone made contact, ended up deleting all of my contacts: it's the only reason I didn't respond back.
playing with words.
Golden rays falling down.
Mischievous,
Teasing,
Playful.
Yet also encouraging,
And feared.
Much like how a lover holds the heart
Captive.

*Today I feel like yellow.
Quercitron Definition: A yellow dye made from the bark of the quercitron oak tree
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