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Smily-face-mask Apr 2015
We drag our boxes alongside our hopes with sighs as breath,  and thoughts for reality. We all bought it, but do we really want it? Our dry mouths hidden by wry smiles. This is what I want!-we shout back to the voices in our head- We hope,pray even!
I am the beating heart. I'm in this for good! With my hand to the wheels and my eyes on the road 'cause I am the beating heart.
Gaitano Mar 2015
Waiting for the sun in the morning blunderbusstop eye lids and red lips
Couldn't hide her hip's sway
The way a ***** plays
in the moonlight. What a sight .
I'm hurt
I've been cursed,
the wind won't take me
It seems to be bleeding
Exquisite taste in rich sarcasm
Won't you take this ****** away from me before I cave.
In another ceremony we both lived
and cared for the earth,
Unbroken.

"The winds not blowing your direction anymore baby?"

Maybe I just dropped my sail.
I can't find the words for her. Whatever her name means I suppose.
It's all ****** nonsense writing anyway, doesn't matter what I say so don't read it anyway.
W Winchester Mar 2015
I think I can relate you to vinegar.
Bitter, noxious, not very useful all alone.
I don't think I warned you,
but I'm a lot like bleach.
Caustic, corrosive, flammable,
and absolutely wonderful with the right material.
Now, put us together.
Were we both so stupid not to realise
that vinegar and bleach
make toxic chlorine gas?
did I just make a chemistry analogy...
jai Mar 2015
Body
Notes
Just Jake Mar 2015
Life's lived with regret,
when hating what you wait for.
Choose a path in life that you enjoy!
blue milk Mar 2015
sometimes i feel like there is a huge bubble welling up inside of me radiating off every bit of sadness available making sure i feel every ounce of it engulfing every inch of my body and bones and blood flowing up my veins shooting through my bloodstream until i am so full i cannot physically handle what i am until i feel nothing at all and my whole body and mind are numb and i feel as if i am no longer a part of this world
luna Feb 2015
I would sing a lullaby but the world is too sad too sleep.
It doesn't need the soothing, it need the scathing from my broken heart!!
Lorenzo Creaghe Feb 2015
i haven't dreamt in a while
and i never dreamed that would happen

i fear falling asleep
because i hate waking up or
at least i hate the outside
that my open eyes reveal

i'm losing my imagination
because all i think of is better
and better is pretty mundane
the more you think about it

i was running down the street today
then saw a bus pull up at the perfect time
i got on the bus disappointed
logic subverts the unique

i stopped at a door today
for 5 or so minutes
thinking about coffee
then strange footsteps unfroze me

i woke up early today
but the more time i have
the more i get done
the more never enough it is
Definit Within Feb 2015
Living a dream: My Valentines

I slept on reality,
suddenly her demeanor woke my eyes resting on her sheening tapestry when her art of beauty poisoned my iris with open arms; scoulding colours of appreciation.

Her gesture of silver smiles paralysed the vains of my sanity, invading the pit of doubt till tranquility filled the rest of me with notes of love—as celestial droplets metronomes showered my innocence.

As she made way towards me, lethargy held me still, dead trapped in silence, frozen by her garrulous face that said everything without puking a word in her shadow.

Approaching with the sailing wind in the raging storm of lucucious steps. Every foot taken, slice opened her perfection, incarnation frame whispering her story till I figured something about her.

If her beauty was a sword, she'd struck open the sky till heavens bled angels to kneel before her perfection worshiping the outline of her deity image.

Fell inlove with her, now my heart is soaking swollen, swimming in a paradise of affectionate oceans, emotions sinking—quick sands swallowing my all in.

So rather I gazed at her
Saw her in my future, rising to over-come the mountains of our struggle incase time separates thee hooked fingers on a duck's foot.

Her nails, nailed by God; he must've been in a mood when he created her.
Her arms, armed by her Mother; she must've been in a groove when she mad her.
Her cabinet of curves, curved flawlessly, craftmanship of an African architect.

Love flooding my chest, demanding I tell her 'three words' this demon is attempting to be freed from.

As she came past the threshold of my presence, beyond the potch of my welcoming aura..

Suddenly...knock knock!
My beautiful niece knocked at my door....So I woke up from a dream I was living. Gone is my Valentines with the night.. :(

Expect the unexpected. Hope you enjoyed the poem. Happy Valentines :)
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