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Umi May 2018
The heart filled with love,
Dying, unable to protect it, decaying as the ash it has burnt out to,
All what is left is destruction, the emotions birthed by the abyss of an empty chest, such is the fate of one who has lost his ability to see, the ability to love love, now destined to be alike the undead,
Blind hatred raging with a dusty tone, forgotten and untouched in ages to come, undead wandering around, yet with no goal, no aim,
Feelings are but a blessing, without them one could be ruined, for even if they do bring joy but also pain, the experience to have lived through that, grown and understood their meaning is human,
"Give it back" she yelled whilst her blood drenched words stuck in her throat, seemingly unable to breathe by what took place,
A rotten heart may be dead, pitch black and left without notice, care
Sworn to change she cried her blind eyes out in the greatest despair,
While it ended with a brilliant smile, as pure as ash being scattered by the wind, her dreams were laid to rest and had abrogate, abolished,
Waking up in sweat, tears and joy from something which seemed to be a nightmare this girl tries her best not to end like her dreams,
After all, everyone is deserving of a second chance.

~ Umi
S K Anderson Apr 2018
She's got a poet's voice.
One that makes sounds
as effortless as the wind,
describing the way
her mind wanders in Nevada.

I wonder if my voice sounds like that,
when the phrases exit my lips.
I doubt it.
If she sounds like the wind,
I sound like a old train horn.
The second poem from the Poetry Reading Trilogy.
A hint of hyperbole makes everything more interesting.
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Rebel Heart Apr 2018
We grow a little older
Every second of every day
And sometimes we forget
The night will always be young
(Another gem from the infamous lyric/quote wall that didn't make sense to me at first but now it does. Happy Writing! ~BM)

(Front Page 4/23/2018)
RisingUp Apr 2018
Please give us a second chance
The first time around my head was in a trance
Consumed by an eating disorder
Sad and down
Last summer I was consumed by my frown.

Throughout the year
We were busy
Our heads occupied
My life a tizzy

But now I'm ready
If you are
To give this one more try
I believe we can go far
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Violin


Love was delayed for one second.
Love was the second step.
Love is there as you take your final breath.
Love is something you can never forget.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Abigail Hobbs Apr 2018
Your lips taste
of nothing in particular
just as a home
has no scent
it is familiar
and inviting,
as are your lips
12/22/17
Flame Mar 2018
I want to look at you
I really want to
I want to talk to you
I really need to

Instead of doing those things
I smiled and fix my shoe strings
I decided to hide and smile
I knew you and her will last for a while

She was all yours
Im here at the back waiting you to fall
If I had the courage?
Would you even acknowledge?
Jessica Jarvis Mar 2018
Days like today call for second dinners
Because days like today missed the one in the morning

Seconds dinners substitute one for the other
You get sleep, but miss the one
You miss sleep, but get the other
Though you hardly ever get the one,
You can still hope to get the other,
Because one bowl filled with satin glazed rings is just as promising as those midnight stars outside your window.
They both help you sleep
and the thunder begins to settle.
3/22/18

Late night contemplations over a bowl of cereal.
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