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Diána Bósa Sep 2016
On days like these it
makes sense to lose the common
sense of mine by you.
jerely Aug 2016
in love with poetry
it wavers thoroughly
to shoot my heart

as it spills the magic
with the thoughts
in my head.

circling through
motion & space

some are strong
while others are just blend
with the stroke in the hand
full of passion, deep sense,
& a soul that craves in

with a purpose to tell
in a different part
of it's message to convey.
i believe that poetry by means of expressing his/her feelings by putting to such wider version of ideas, imagination, emotions, & other things to convey its message.
August 26, 2016
Copyright
Jerelii
Heaven Rania Aug 2016
You're just like hell !
Hell makes sense in every sentence ,
And you make my life makes sense
My thoughts before sleeping
Mosca Aug 2016
Everyone strives to have their satisfaction met. But no one knows that living is just about having a beautiful death.
Old words with artwork done by me
Heres the link of the art
https://www.instagram.com/p/BJR0iILAwNc/?taken-by=mozcaa
Kat Pan Aug 2016
Mom "Don't go outside it's raining"
Our great thinkers used to go out in the rain
Why must I be contained during such a spectacle?
What has changed? Let's see...
Mom " You'll get sick"
So our faucet dispenses a fluid purer than what freely falls from the clouds?
What leaks through our ceiling isn't just a sign to fix our roof
Maybe it's trying to drip back into our lives
How do I know the rain doesn't miss me?
What if the rain longs to sweep down my skin?
I won't know
Because "common sense" is overshadowing any piece, any connection we have to becoming a TRUE BEING
alive
Mom "Don't go outside its raining"
Child "Okay"
*I miss you too rain
It's raining
crystallaiz Jul 2016
the sky is pink in its glory
the foam is deep-blue in the sea
it depends on what you're riding
insane with an addict high
or a dream in your motorbike
take a risk
will it be the sunrise or the sunset
anyway, they're all fall-fall and falling
like the bricks blocks in tetris
where victories line up to disappear
and failures just keep on piling

do not let those thoughts escape
because one day
someday
you'll be riding those
above the clouds and
under the waves
over unconceivable hurdles
on the skyline that is purple
i realised it's fun if you read this aloud
Shantelle Macasa Jun 2016
"Let's break up"
You stood up and left

Unknowingly

You left five senses behind

-

As you walk away

The last thing i heard were your footsteps
The same footsteps i eagerly waited to hear on my doorstep
But now it was a lonelier sound
It was now the sound of you leaving me

The last thing i saw was your face
The same face that offered me a kind smile in that cafe
But now it was a tear-stained sight
It was now the sight i wanted to forget the most

The last thing i tasted were your lips
The same lips that spoke "i love you"
But now they were of goodbyes
It was now the taste that burnt my tongue

The last thing i inhaled was your scent
The same scent i drowned myself in our bed when i was missing you
But now it was slowly fading
It was now the scent that suffocates me

The last thing i felt was love

And it was the only thing that remains
Keren Jun 2016
The truth was unleashed
      when I saw you
  with her
Hands are intertwined
Staring at each other's eyes.

I was dumbfounded
   Cant even feel my senses
Everything was naked.
I knew.
**Our love was just a lie to you.
I was doing this while in class because I was bored as heck.
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