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I touched her hand
and it was like
lightning

the division of mind

The Gentle play of sunlight on water
evening light
as the day fades

a lingering smell of orange peels
and moist Earth

As well as death
But not for you
Ana S May 2016
Strangers.
She is something strange.
Strange but interesting.
Dark dark hair.
Black hair.
Dark eyes.
Dark dark eyes.
Brown eyes.
We talked all evening.
Really reconnected since I got locked up.
We hadn't talked for a while.
We spoke of life.
      Sisters                            Girlfriends
Drinking                          Drugs
Self harming                   Overdosing
Love                                 Pain
Boys                                 Girls
Her                                   Me
Hair dye                          Blue eyes
The good                         The bad
Life                                   Life
And most of all past
The stuff we used to do.
We spoke of change.
Of unstableness.
Suicide
Pain
We got everything out.
We talked about ex girlfriends.
No we are not strangers.
Yes a strange friendship.
But not strangers.
Both of us know more about one another than nearly anyone else.
Stay safe strange human.
Friendships from strangers
"It's the start of the end
Surrender the throne
The blood on my hands covered the holes
We've been surrounded by vicious cycles
Are we truly alone?
The scars on your heart are yours to atone"
_____________
when you build
what couldn't be built
and you make
the impossible come true
bu lose it all
to a fool's steadfastness.
Shutting out
all to come
but running
the empire of souls.
The twists
the turns
all in between.
With an empire of souls
but no love between
This empire I hold
is like a tower
fate shall decide
whether to allow it to stand or tip
This empire I hold
can take me away.
Shall I balance?
Or abide with eternity.
Love this love which shall love it's love.
Beasting the ether with more from above.
Confusing it may sound,
it makes sense to me.
because of this empire I hold to thee
Be so careful so blasphemous it seems,
how lonely light seems to gleam.
Empire,
the one I hold.
Remarking the choice to love?
Shall I, o countess?
Shall we see eachother
in the empire of love?
Do you get my message?
Mahdiya Patel May 2016
Bleed my name
Every single blood cell should crave my loving
Need me
[I need you to need me ]
Leila Valencia May 2016
Opening doors keeping out the dark fumes
My lover hidden upon darkened tombs
And I assumed there's an attribution through you
Who am I to assume?
My dream casted discreetly, shielded neatly - playfully pull underneath me
Keep me at an unrest

Undress, test, your eyes will surmise I'm not thinking of only you in dusk sunrise
Tie me, try me - bend me, break me
Try as you mite you can't believe thee
You're not the only eyes  

Hash me, harass me - your answer unfulfilled yet,
Becoming furious I let you come forth
Sharp and sweet I meet you hands and grip they do
I show you, I can love two

You snap and take me, burn, bust, and shake me
You can't hold any longer
You let go
And I run never letting you really hold me
A woman who has no problem being with multiple partners
ray Apr 2016
some days I feel I'm too full of emotions for
the disconnect we share
physical bluntness leaves me empty
and often intrigues yearning for more
in the middle of the night,
pillow held tightly to my chest
I long for the romance that is being loved

some days it all comes back and hits me
full force, I am not strong enough to stand against it
I can’t close my eyes without feeling your hand
on the back of my head, forcing me
down down down
I often wish that phrase was only a metaphor
maybe that’s the source of my disconnect

some days I feel passion so deep
others I wake up cold and roll over
to pull the covers back over my head
the pain of it varies day to day
no day is the same, the anger fluctuates
I wonder if I’ll ever recover
until then,

I don’t know.
Reine Monroe Apr 2016
I ball my fist in anger,
As i think about those times where
I was treated bad...

I curse the room around me,
As i think about those times where,
I didn't say the things i should've said...

I punch the walls and the images of,
The face i should be hating and trying to get rid of...
From out of my mind and locked into the cellar of the past...
Away with all of my temporary emotions feelings, friendships, people....etc ....

Why do i freeze?
Why can't i cook the eggs that have broken. ....
Why can't i prepare my meal and swallow the scrambeled eggs from those broken memories and the yokes, filled with too much love or too much pain....

Why am i suffering?
An enjoyable pain,
With its smirk on its face...

Why am i loving it?
Is this a challenge....

As I'm drinking my pride,
I'm thinking about the being...
In my mind i'm going insane...
But why is my face and my cooking,
Still the same?

Why is that no matter how angry i get...
I always keep that extra egg.....
Like a little kid,
Thinking it will crack out of its shell on its own..it'll be breathing and come to me like its mother..so i baby it....
Wrapping and wrapping it around many warmfilling blankets by the stove...
Still its so cold....

Why do i still have a child-like notion...
I back up my reality with lies....
I back up my pain and my dried roses,
With its pride.....

I look back to the eggs...
I'm boiling....
*A bad egg, I'm holding...
effie ebbtide Apr 2016
Who are you?
I am the one who makes sure you return.
What is your favorite color?
The way your flesh is soft.
How can we be sure?
Certainty fits into insanity.
What kind of ice cream do you like?
Yes.
Is madness shared by many?
There is no way to paint pink. It is simply an illusion.
aniket nikhade Apr 2016
Think about it,
think again,
think about everything that happened in the past,
think again because from there you will find a way with regards to how to get the things done in the present.

Think about the past as of now when in present,
think again about each and everything that happened in the past and while doing so make sure nothing remains unattended.

The best thing one can expect from the present is that nothing goes wrong with regards to everything that is being done in the present,
so give your best and don’t think of anything else,
but the best.

As of now the good thing about the best thing that happened in life is that the best thing happened over a period of time in life,
it’s then at that point in time it was realized that strange things do happen in life,  if everything is not looked upon into great detail.

Think about it,
think again,
think about everything going on in the mind at the present moment in time.

Once it’s confirmed that everything going on in the mind is settled,
it’s time then to move ahead with what to do next as of now while in the present.
Definitely good things happen in the life of an individual over a period of time,
but once they have happened,
they also bring along with them a sense of responsibility with regards to how to get the things done in the future.
“Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.”
― Langston Hughes

“Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
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