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Samantha Mar 2015
No, you did not just add salt to the wound.
You pried it open.
Aimee Harris Mar 2015
I want you to love me like sand.
I want you to find me in your pockets
A week after you've been to the beach.
I want to fill your hourglass
And pour myself out
To count our time apart.
I want you to build castles
From my shattered pieces;
To build a temple
From this ruined frame.
I want you to make me hotter than I've ever been;
To touch me with pressure so hard
I turn to glass.

I want you.
I want you.
I want you.
World Poetry Day contribution.
TSK Mar 2015
They say the sea
is a place for freedom,
for the strong willed
and the liberal spirits.
They say the country
is a place for humility,
for the hard workers
and the level headed.
They say the forest
is a place for mystery,
for the subtle explorers
and the quietly brave.
But the sting of the salt,
the pull of the grass,
the shade of the trees,
they haunt me so:
for there is only one place
I could ever belong,
and those arms, that heart,
have long since departed.
                                                   tsk
As I trudge through this
mashed potato snow. I feel
that it needs more salt.
haiku
Hannah Lorrelle Feb 2015
When a spirit
cannot rest or find peace
roams aimlessly,
hurting people that it encounters
you have to **** out the evil

Salt
Perfect little crystals
so perfect they are almost holy
they repel the evil within
Keep the bad trapped inside

Burn
Turn it all to ashes
Destroy the evidence
that it was ever there to be evil
that is how you keep from getting hurt

and so I choose
to Salt and Burn
all memories of you.
all the times we spent together
and all our laughs
because my soul deserves rest.
I deserve peace.
R K Hodge Feb 2015
There was a time when you and I had not seen ourselves in mirrors
Before we knew what we looked like
Before we knew how we feel at all
A time before I knew how my body would work
Most months rusty water drains
A packet of small white circular tablets coated in sugar is responsible for my happiness
I imagine my ****** is the colour of a faded flannel cloth
Red used to be my favourite colour
On many occasions My body has felt like a new years resolution.

Your sweat reminded me of rainbows in petrol
It tasted like the sea.
Mohammad Skati Feb 2015
I love to add sugar                                                                                                    To my tea , but                                                                                                         If I add honey ,then                                                                                                  It's better ...                                                                                                                I love to add salt                                                                                                        To my food,but                                                                                                         If I add a recommended amount of salt                                                                To my food , then                                                                                                     It's better ...                                                                                                               If I stop adding sugar or salt                                                                                     To my drinks or to my food ,then                                                                       It will the best step                                                                                               I take anytime ...................... .
kelia Dec 2014
i would drive to salt lake
just to taste the sodium on your shaky knees
to lick the inside of your eyeballs as they hover above me
for you to kiss where my arm bends and where your dimples are craters
for you to spin me over, ask me to take a shower
twist my neck into yours and say i don’t want to get my hair wet
a motel six won't know much about love like this
but i'll drop a few twenty dollar bills
so i can move into your body and whisper your name until you wake up
for you to reach across my spine and listen to our temporary neighbors
they'll scream out of love, don’t hit me, don’t hit me
and you hold your hand over my ear, and i'll fall back asleep
wake up early to make love, then drive to my job
so i can get paid minimum wage, enough to buy you a drink on a sunday night
Clindballe Dec 2014
Da der intet var tilbage tog du
mit sukkerkolde hjerte.

Du tog det som man tager slik fra
et lille barn.

Men jeg er ikke nogen sukkerknald
blot salt i forklædning.
Skrevet: 27. December - 2014
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