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Anastasia Jun 2019
We sat on the railing, high above the building, like we were on the edge of the world.
The moon breathed our names, and they soaked into the purple sea.
Raindrops land on my hands, softly pattering against my palms.
The candles, fizzle out, bathing the world in darkness.
But the raindrops on my hands turn into stars, and suddenly, I realized that you were the brightest thing I could ever see.
I wanted to show you, but you were gone. I looked down, to see you fall.
I close my eyes when you hit the ground, but that doesn’t stop me from crying.
I get to the ground as soon as I can.
The neon violet light shines against your skin, making you shine more than I had ever seen you.
You’re right there, blinding me, yet no one sees you.
They’re so sharp, the shards of your broken heart.
They surround you, glinting and sparkling as the starlight rain falls on your face.
I pick up a piece and draw one last picture for you.
a short story i wrote a long time ago. i thought it was soft of poetic, so i decided to post it. hope you like it <3
Vic May 2019
I have a thing with the colour purple,
It always has something to do with the bad things in my life.
The person with the profile picture,
The purple LGBTQ+ flag.
The purple walls of your room,
The purple flowers with my blood on them.
Not like anyone notices,
It's probably just my imagination.
I 'aint ever going back to that dark place tho.
A poem every day.
Bullet Apr 2019
Looking back doesn't cure curved spines
Cords vibrating our brain, purifying the signs
Keeping us blind, the red and blue states
To mix purple hearts, sent out to the red that poured out
Too the blues of the family
Makeshift mutants betrayed by the military
Makes ****** thoughts sit into reality
Bullets in the states of minds
Each fragment defines what we believe
Country try's to count on its people
Just to color them on the floors
Sweep them up and tell them
Their purpose is purple
Well I'm inserting myself
Spray painting on these walls
Graffiti is played in the eyes aimed  
With dying with them in their name
Bullets signed with names unfortunately
I just believe there is a truth,
I have my lips both sweet and cruel,
I see my shy jewels craved by fire,
it's a myth upon desire,
I play the games of innocence,
come forth in roses, purple disease,
I open up the flight, it's sea breeze,
I'm in shades for I'm just quiet,
waiting no longer silent.
Poem from my book 'The Allure Of Time, now available on amazon.
Go and get your own copy.
LN Mar 2019
Love hurts
It causes anger,
Jelousy,
Obsession,
Why don't you love me back?







(its not original........)
BTS: DARK AND WILD
BANGTAN is love, life, obsession.... Purple
Marisa Lu Makil Feb 2019
//yoo-ni-verss//
Noun:

I. You are a wonder wrapped in a miracle. Every ebony gasp breeds holiness. Every tincture of time that you hold bursts into purple midnights. Every bright escape another release of your cosmic breath.

II. You rule with satin clouds and shining rain. Your every movement shakes time.

III. You know your greatest magic and will forever prove it to those who rest beneath your raven sky. You are power and grace entwined, you hold on your hands an eternity, and you fully know it's wretched destiny.
I'm trying one of these definition poem thingies. How'd I do?
Vic Feb 2019
I didn't know
I've been doing this for so long
I met you online
We had only one chat
About an hour
But you changed my life
In a bad way
In a way I can't describe
At that exact moment
The lies started
And have never stopped since
Nely Jan 2019
Sky
You showed me the skies has different hues, from the purest blues to the darkest purples. This one for you, who turned the sky upside down in one cue.
No twinkling red giant star
Glistens with more red than your lips.
No verdant green of prairie grass
Can be more fertile than your hips.

The sky’s blue hues from morn to night,
Are pale against your royal soul.
The softened tan of perfect skin
Colors my heart out of control.

The yellow sun is cold and dark
When your aura is on display.
Like whitest white more blameless than
A child on his very birthday.

In you is all that can be seen,
In ways that colors only know.
Your gifts of beauty more vast than
The colors across the rainbow.
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