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Nina Jun 2019
And no poem
No pretty words
No melancholic art
Could sum up
The pain
In my heart
short but yeah
Nelsya May 2019
Tricks could be dangerous
if it was done
by the wrong people

Disguised in pretty lips
and polished words
they were trained to manipulate

Be careful not to get caught
in their petty tricks
that are disguised in fancy lies

So it is best
to think before you absorb
and to have a mind of your own
Anastasia May 2019
Lashes

Soft like petals

Eyes

Likes cloudy stones

Covered in soft soil

I like to watch you

Dreams like clouds

And roses

And rain

I think

You are pretty

And I like to watch

Your hands move

Your pencil,

Making

Your eyes, moving

I like to watch
days by the water, covered in dandelions
Evie May 2019
~
and the calm came over me
washed me away
like the tide sweeps away the sand

~
melodic words from an angel
as he searches for the universe

~
delicately you love me
fingertips gentle
grazing over skin
like its fine silk

~
honey colored rays of light
gently settling on your figure
softening those hard edges

~
intertwined in this moment for eons
i would jovially stay
a pure and untainted
nearly fictitious exaltation

~
adriana May 2019
somehow, you have a really nice way
of blowing things to pieces
and then finding a way
to piece them back together again so that,
with your eyes closed,
you can't even tell they were broken.
kamikaze - a japanese aircraft loaded with explosives and making a deliberate suicidal crash on an enemy target

kintsugi - the japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum
Hopeless Outlet May 2019
There was once
A pretty little house
And it had many occupants
But a couple of them here or there
Stripped the pretty
little house bare

So what was once
A pretty little house
was remodeled as a bunker
and on this bunker they built a tower
with its entrance at the top

The further you get to the bottom
the more you see it's appeal
the further you go from your exit
the closer you get to a soul

that once lived in a pretty little house
Arisa Apr 2019
Tired eyes carried the bags that sank
Descending on ones features,
All heavy and rounded,
Two moons once full became born
Anew.
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