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Abby M Dec 2018
I feel small
The world is a laughing giant
Wearing a coat to stop the cold
But all of her coats are too big for me
Kyle Johnson Sep 2018
Fallen dusty leaves dance foolishly through the fridget artic wind.

Moonlight so full it pours silence in the shadows that follow in meadowing footsteps.

A calming essence rings through the body to the beating heart.

No time. No beginning nor end.

A breath travels to the lifeless edge of an overgrown detached road.

A shiver in the spine.
D Lowell Wilder Sep 2018
This arc of days smelling of colder dirt
Not coy, forth coming birth of frost.
The mornings smell like fall but the afternoons are still blasting hot  Ugh.
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
You hurt
Yet not with blood
Yet still you breathe
At least you breathe
Keep breathing
Please

You shake
And shiver
A fearful lone quiver
Yet still you breathe
At least you breathe
Keep breathing
Please

You live
You survive
I hope you can thrive
Forgive my lies
For you, I’ll stop breathing
Stop breathing
Stop

You hurt
I hurt
I’ve cried through the times
You’ve cried through my lies
The Blue Man is coming
For me to stop breathing
Stop breathing
Stop

At least the Blue Man
Isn’t coming for you
I’ve lured Him to me
With my silly false truths
You just keep breathing
Keep breathing
And someday
I’ll breathe again
Too
But if I don’t
I will always love you
I had to pick myself up and save myself. But in order to do that, I had to let part of myself go.
Eddyn Jun 2018
this cold morning
I woke up this morning in a panic,
still half asleep I felt your presence and reached for your hand to then realise I was still dreaming,
when my hand touched nothing but the empty cold space on my bed,
my heart tore into a million pieces, there is no warmth left in me,
nothing but emptiness and coldness from the shallow pit of this body
that will never feel a flame again
being without you is killing me

will i ever love again?
Sabila Siddiqui Apr 2018
She wrote his name on the seashore, along with what she never told. Taking a step back, she let the turbulent waves crash upon the shoreline and wipe away it all away. She let the words be taken back by the retrieving waves, letting them be lost in the sea. Inhaling the cold air that made every cell of her shiver she hoped one day the words will be whispered by the breeze from the sea.
AIA Apr 2018
WOM
"In the cold rain, I shiver at the thought that maybe I can have anything I want in this world except her. Never her. Even when it's so close... even when I touched it.
Even when I can almost taste it."
Good morning! This is from the POV of one of my favorite story. I post this *** it hits me real hard.
PS. It's a man's POV. hehe
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