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Huxley Web Jun 2019
I want to go there
Where the trails are boxed in with trees
The only sound being birds telling stories
I want to go where light doesn't pollute the sky
where the stars can be seen for miles
I want to go where the snow is endless
powdered and light and easy to fall in
I want to go where the days are short
but the nights are long.
Jon-Luc Jun 2019
Somehow as I learned how to speak, I lost my voice.
Somehow as you taught me to love, I lost my heart.
Somehow as I stayed up for days, I was well rested.
Somehow as you held me in bed, I was so restless.

Somewhere is where I want to be, I was found
Somewhere is where you met me, I was lost.
Somewhere is where I cried, I was happy
Somewhere is where you found love, I was angry

Something is what I needed, I had everything.
Something is what you gave me, I had nothing.
Something is what I hated, I loved.
Something is what you are, I hated.

Someone is all I am, I know
Someone is what you want, I forgot.
Someone is what I need, I am not wanted
Someone is what you are, I want you.
TS May 2019
It's all just words.

I don't really have anything profoundly intricate to say - everything I write is just a stream of consciousness jotted down on a note in my phone that I load to a website anonymously hoping someone, somewhere will see it and feel something.



-t.s.
MAX castro May 2019
Let's go to a place
that we don't know.
Take my hand
and never let go.
Just the two of us is all
that we need.
Baby your love  is all
I can keep.
Masha Yurkevich Apr 2019

Let it snow,
let it snow,
let it snow,



somewhere else
No more snow for us!
I want summer!
Jay M Apr 2019
Here I am again
Broken into pieces
Of who I once was.

I lost so much along the road

Longing to find something
In someone
Keeping in mind; you're likely out there
Eventually making me whole again
Yet, I wonder if such is possible
Out there in the expanse
Understanding me...

Some say I am too young for such things
Alas, did they not have a first love?
Maybe someone
Somewhere
Will understand me
But until that day
I am alone
Lost to myself
And all reason.

- Jay M
April 12th, 2019
Arcassin B Apr 2019
By Arcassin Burnham


Won't you take it off baby,
Don't you rush baby,
Match each others auras,
Come combine with me baby,
Won't you take it off baby,
Vibe with me baby,
reach inside each other,
While our hearts are still beating,
take it off baby,
Won't you take it off baby,
I don't want to degrade ya,
Wanna call you my lady,
Let's go somewhere private.

Girl we've been planning for weeks,
I been with you almost a year,
You're blowing my mind everytime you
reply,
But I'm cutting off all of my peers,
Love when you display your kisses,
Carrying yourself like Hungarians,
Glad to be calling my misses while talking to you,
Misses by your hungry man,
Hungry for your love and touch,
You know I can't really get enough,
The sweetest of sweets like a swisher, your
chaining my heart with gold diamond cuffs,
When Heaven created love,
Baby they had you in mind,
I want every fiber of your being in this world , I'm glad to say your mine,

Won't you take it off baby,
Don't you rush baby,
Match each others auras,
Come combine with me baby,
Won't you take it off baby,
Vibe with me baby,
reach inside each other,
While our hearts are still beating,
take it off baby,
Won't you take it off baby,
I don't want to degrade ya,
Wanna call you my lady,
Let's go somewhere private.



Nothing much,
Nothing really ever going on,
Just the same old **** same old in a land filled with dust,
But not by much,
A typical day at the office , in the backyard with a cigar filled tree herbs,
And a drink or two sitting shirtless in all its hopeless glory,
Young black boy with a dream that he Invisioned as a child,
If theres dirt in the country , no church in the wild,
I sit and put on these fake smiles,
And they say how have you been in a while and I say nothing much,
And I say nothing much.
©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/p/indie-part-e.html
the gentle rain
on the window
reminds me of
a simpler time

of a moment that
is still to happen

somewhere,
someday,
with you
Emily Feb 2019
I want to go to Paris,
but I shouldn’t be so careless.
I think I’ll go to New York City,
But I’ll look like such a pity.
What about Chicago?
I’ll go to wherever the wind will blow.
Or maybe I’ll just stay home.
But then again, I do love Rome.
This is a little fun poem I wrote with my friend.
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