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Eve Feb 2015
Love is profound
Screaming without sound
Wounds are fresh
Memories hold you enmesh

If reminiscing is but a sin
The owners of hell would win
A better place, maybe
At least it's the home of your blue baby

He did you terrible
Yet his words are your parable
Loving him is wrong
But he is your soul's theme song

One day you will have to lead him into the shade
For the memories will have to fade
The love will have to lose all its depth
Hoping it will be before your last breath.


-fir.m
I don't really do rhymes but i can try.
I write whatever comes, line after line just that the words having to sound alike is just so **** hard to do. For that you need to think, i'm totally not gonna try doing it again. I like writing what comes along, i hate having to think, makes me feel like i'm faking x'D
bluestarfall Feb 2015
A year ahead, a year passed by,
The doors are still opened, and the ponds are still dry,
You did say you loved me, you did say goodbye,
Our irrevocable commitments proved promises are a lie.

Its the night recalling the showers in the springs,
And the weekend waltz to the attuned strings,
You revolve around me today, with your name engraved within,
Stop hiding from me, so long where have you been?

But for a second i believed..
As the gush of wind whispered your name,
The clock is ticking beside our picture frame,
You're flowing like the river,in your gown , camouflaging blue,
Lined up a lot of work, I still got seconds for you.
There is always a line between holding on and letting go.The proof is that we are constantly pulled by it.
Samantha Feb 2015
I don't know
what it is.
I always seem to
be reeled back
to you.
Same old
feelings.
Same old
words.
Same old
hopes
that have been
broken.
old poem.
Poet-Whisperer Feb 2015
Near light improvised music
Under a moon so gray
Tomorrow's song
Sings of an evening
Pocketed in the dark
Absorbing us
Breathing us
Feeling us
Pulling us away
And we but following
Our usual routine
Lose track and thought
Of our words and hearts
Lose track and thought
Of our sight and light
Lose track and thought
Of our love,
And we simply
Reminisce.
Selena Jance Feb 2013
Maybe only slowly, can someone
come nearer, and closer, in thought,
where he might be a sliver

of painted visions on a glass
ceiling. Somehow, as thinking fades
and the colours take precedence. Blue

purple hues, taking place on the
pink of a lovely sight or thought. He felt he
needed to trample what I have come

to, shatter this illusion of a
benevolence. He cracked my gauges,
took the defenses right away. As my

last stroke failed, a broken lance of the
first. Silently he cuffed away his iciness, pursuing me
with a granite effortlessness. Then the impermeable

onyx kissed my mouth and went away.


© 2006
Katelyn Knapp Jan 2015
It's vicious.
He spits honey-coated excuses
Just as I misplace forgiveness
Sliding under him,
Rising over me
As snowflakes fall outside this Brooklyn brownstone of mistakes.

But these pebbled streets
and long-forgotten sidewalks,
crossed daily by hundreds
...they soften everything.

It's beautiful and tragic
as I remember nothing and everything
If only for some time,
if only in this place.

This crack in the sidewalk, his hand in mine
That tree with the branch that hangs too low...
his eyes
a smile
true love.

This is where I come to forget.
Ryn Jan 2015
Let the wind take me like smoke
And every other over used metaphor
You’re a bore
No I am
I don’t know where I stand
Where we stand
We used to hold hands
Not anymore.
I’m in the bathroom hiding
Biding our time
Lets rewind
You’re always on my mind
Its inevitable that I’ll fall into my old ways
I’ll start littering again
And slithering around with suburban ****.
I haven’t become anything.
I’m just coming undone.
C.m.

8.3.14
I really honestly love this particular one. It's also from conspire--inspire.tumblr.com but it just holds so true to so many interactions I have had with people that eventually and inevitably end. This causes me to dramatically and cynically wonder if anything, including myself, will ever change.
skyblueandblack Jan 2015
It was a quiet afternoon of reminiscing
Nostalgia lingered in the sunlit air
intermingling with the sweet aroma of coffee
as I sipped and leaned back in my chair

˜
He walked up to me as I sat by the window
I waited to see what he wanted to say
“Your skin is the color of my mocha’, he smiled.
‘Just a notch deeper than your café au lait.’

°
With his jet black hair and Mediterranean eyes
And a physique worthy of a prize winning stallion
His confident air and his subtle smirk
He had to be greek, or maybe a charming Italian

˜
Long hair in a messy bun that didn’t care
jeans ripped in strategic places
His gaze never left my quizzical eyes
obscuring everyone else’s faces

°
He waited for me to respond
mere seconds since his saunter
Forever engraving in my mind,
This coffee shop encounter…
http://skyblueandblack.com/2014/12/17/coffee-shop-encounter/
Vanessa Dec 2014
Tonight I stared at the moon for a little bit,
Longer than most nights.
I wondered if maybe you were looking at it too.
I reminisced about the good times,
And pictured you dancing around the universe.
Shining brighter than the stars you stood between.
Lara Wan Dec 2014
I like you better with your glasses on and I
like you better, better when you didn't try
so hard to be noticed and to fit in with the crowd

I like you better when you act so shy and I
like you better when you didn't know how to lie
when you didn't know how to scar with words like you do now

I like you better yesterday and the day before
when you were still you, I liked you more
made this in my head on my home.
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