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Danielle Oct 2018
In the quiet space,
Between chapter three and four.
For now, there’s magic
Between these lines.
A point that is
Often ignored.
Jasmin A Jan 2017
Immovable, my hatred towards you for leaving.

My feelings are a thing of the past, so are you.
In case you're wondering, I never fixed the clock after the outage.
Sitting here staring at the blinking 10:32 at 5:03 AM, I hate you.
Something in common we have: we need fixing.

Yet we keep blinking and staring, waiting to stop hating you.
Out there, do you think of me as her head lays on your chest?
U*nchanging, my mood is as I look at old photos but...
                                    
                     ­             *So what?
j.***
Jasmin A Oct 2016
Dewy grass in the morning
                                                                ­­             sun and I'm laying in it with

you.

                                                   ­    ­                            The flowers in the weeds
                                                                ­­             seem much happier than we

are.

                                                    ­       ­                  The roses have wilted in our
                                                                ­­               hearts and our love's soil is

no good.

                                                       ­    ­                       Just say that you love me
                                                              ­­                     If not truthfully then just

for me.
                                                          ­   ­                
Patience is insanity. Love is
                                                                ­­        destruction. But after all of this
                                                                ­­                            thinking and loving

you're
                                                                ­­                    
still my only. And I beg
                                                                ­­                             you, my love, don't

                                   just
                                                                ­­                      
make me wait for such
                                                                ­­                                          an exciting,

*beautiful chaos.
A poem inspired by E. Hopkins.

j.***
Shruti Atri Feb 2016
My walls are crumbling,
My world shakes,
And Shatters in shards;
The stones they fall,
Raining down on my dreams,
As I find my throat and scream.

I thought of you today,
Of how you hurt me,
Of how I left you.
The days we loved,
And when I cried;
The days we stayed away,
*When I could finally find my smile...
Jonnelle Jackson Dec 2015
In the head of a beautiful eclectic creature,
Tainted thoughts and black spots,
Disconnected synapses and brain damage.

Honey dew on my fingertips,
Mystical shores of her mind,
Twisted vines with thornes and puddles of water sinking me into her wonders.

Eternal life,
Wandering eyes,
Excusing my hands because they just wanna touch,
They just wanna feel.
Living on the edge of her cliff waiting to jump into the warm liquid that is her.

Tasting like water in its purest form,
It's contagious,
She's contagious to me.
I'm sick but her poison is the only cure,
The only elixir that will make me feel sober when I'm lifted,
Touching the sky that's in her eyes,
Don't mind me I'm high.

White,
Green,
Pink,
Blue,
Smoke and music that's nothing new.
My addictive behavior has me enticed,
My sense are heightened,
I'm elated,
I'm faded,
Fading in and out of reality.

She,
Won't let me be but I can't leave her alone,
Her presence is my home.
That scent is refreshing,
Like freshly cut grass,
Beautiful as stained glass,
It's immaculate to me.

When I was introduced to her,
She changed who I am,
Took over my life,
She's my wife,
I put her first even when she's wrong and I'm right.

She takes my money and my time,
Ages better than wine.
Purity in its most innocent form,
Safety and comfort in her arms.
Now without further ado,
Let me introduce you to,
My everything,
My main thang,
Mary Jane.
Leal Knowone Mar 2015
the absence of heart is not the absent of mind, dot dot dot read between the lines
Jamie L Cantore Nov 2014
Our emergence
from a world of sin
was an awakening
from an induced oblivion.


The animating principle
springs forth like the
shaping force we've
been subject
to first hand,
not in
utter
naivety,
but
on the
shoulders of
a
newfound Glory!


Something profoundly imbued,
before which our imaginable Nature
did quiver as tho surprised or confused:


But those first affectations,
those deep meditations,
in all actuality, are the landmarks and
monuments
we love so adoringly.

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