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Yusof Asnan May 2018
Showing us what
we want to see.
But it should
show us what we
needed to see.

-HIY
aush g May 2018
opia- the intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable
i squint, my eyes scrunching until i can only see through a slits of my eyelids.
i see your blue eyes staring back at me. neither squinting nor widening
“this staring contest is too much. i can not win” i state.
i continue starting.
your mouth moves. gliding from smile to a sly smirk.
“you’re right. you can’t win, i’m the best at this game”
you reach across the table placing your soft palms against my cheeks.
holding my face in your hands as if i were a little child.
oh your hands are so warm
and so soft that i can’t help but opening my eyes.
my gaze rises and soon our eyes are at the same level.
your eyes are dark blue
almost as if they were made of the water from the deepest parts of the ocean.
there is mystery behind those eyes
and i know that if i stare too long
i will turn to stone and become captive in your stare.
but no
i’m like a blind woman in love with medusa.
the more i gravitate towards you
the deeper i fall into your eyes.
deep dark blue eyes
dipping into my baby blue soul
stripping me of all my inhibitions.
i guess
you’ve won the staring contest.
JSWiz Apr 2018
Lying next to me
A women caresses a vibrant yellow cube
In her palm she rolls it back and forth
I inhale deeply
Her palm closes in and the cube is crushed
My breathing becomes unstable
....
“IM SORRY, I’M SORRY!”
She has taken everything
I hold her
She is warm
april w Apr 2018
What is considered real in our world?
People have so many different beliefs
Some things are real to some people
And merely a myth to others
So what is real?
Is god real?
Is science real?
Are you real?
Am I real?

The truth is
“Real”
Is only what we believe to be real
What we feel
What we see
What we hear
And most importantly
What we think

So
Is “real”
Real?
Kim Essary Apr 2018
Night time holds mystery with it's darkness  removing the light from our day. For what reason are we so critical of this time?, Yes , I agree the night is when most crimes are committed, as the criminal has a better chance to escape in the dark, Have you ever wondered, the where abouts  of this criminal when it's not dark, could he be that nice man that sat on the bench beside you at the park? Or maybe that sweet ole lady you helped cross the road, what about the young boy that bagged your grocery's  and  pushed your shopping cart to your car to unload. You see my point, everything that exists in our nights of darkness, also exists in the light of our day. The night holds a special beauty like the moon and the stars and the lights of the city to the to the hoot owls and fireflies of the country.
A child taught to be frightened of the dark because it's hard to see what is there has foolish parents when it would be a  far better lesson that things of this world be it night or day are not always as they seem...
sankavi Apr 2018
i see you
i really do
i see your pain
i see your beauty
i see your love

i see the scars on your wrists
i see that you're getting better
i see the strength in your eyes
i see that you're so much stronger from yesterday
i see that you will be stronger tomorrow

i see you.

i hear you
i hear you crying your heart out alone in an empty room
i hear the words you say
i hear the voices in your head shown by the sparkle in your eyes

i hear you.

i feel you
i feel your pain
i feel your soft precious skin against mine
i feel your scars
i feel the tears dribbling down your cheek

i feel you.

you're not alone
i understand you.
i see you.
i hear you.
i feel you.
i love you.
nick armbrister Apr 2018
On Camera

My life is like a movie

Seeing that replica Mustang roll in and crash at the airshow

My life is like a movie
Witnessing an ex dealer who'd just been shot in his home

My life is like a movie

Viewing Oldham riots on TV that were five minutes away

My life is like a movie

Gazing down upon Manila Bay at the enduring sunrise from Bataan

My life is like a movie

Observing different people and cultures in a dozen countries

My life is like a movie

Glancing at my thigh as the tattooist inks my goth girl tattoo

My life is like a movie

Noticing the Mancunian drunks fighting on the nightbus home

My life is like a movie

Gaping in desolation at the coffin that contains my mum

My life is like a movie

Watching the mad Irish man loop the Grumman Duck in Murphy's Law

My life is like a movie

Admiring the **** girls I've nailed in the big bakery

My life is like a movie

Scrutinizing the Asians to see if they'll try to assault me


My life is like a movie
Eyeballing my soon to be ex friend who's kissing my girlfriend
My life is like a movie
Focusing on the road ahead as I illegally race the other car
My life is like a movie
Staring at the men lying by the kerb wondering are they dead?
My life is like a movie
Studying the vertical cliff above me to find a way up
My life is like a movie
Peering into the sky to find my dad's ghost that's up there
My life is like a movie
Scanning at my wage slip to see if my pay will cover my beer and bills
My life is like a movie
Regarding my mate who just vomited up his kebab and chips
My life is like a movie
Glimpsing the chavs fighting the teenage couple over the river
My life is like a movie
Right till my last breath and final vision when my Goddess takes me home
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
You do not love me
It's obvious you love her
You cannot live without her touch
It's her kiss you would prefer

You lie to me still
Say you love me
You don't. Stop pretending.
I know her face is all you see
This is another old one from my early high school years. This is about my camp boyfriend haha. We lived 150 miles apart and he had a girlfriend so we didnt get the chance to be together for like a year after this was written.
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