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Poetic T Feb 2020
Let me be
     The soup,

That dampens
       Your croutons.
xXTheKittyXx Feb 2020
If numb was a colour
It would be clear
As empty as an addicts bottle.
But still there
If numb was a taste
It would be like taking a spoon full of poison
Paralysed at first touch
If numb was a feeling
It would be as cold as winters night.
If numb was a smell
It would be the lingering smell of warm humanity.
If numb was a sound, It would be as quiet as an empty class.
Arnauld Jarvis Feb 2020
There was somewhen love
Only to adjust with evil
Turning life into something hard and round
Trying to escape the bowl
Only to taste a glimpse around
Before you just fall apart and down
will Jan 2020
Can you see it?
rivets of rain
rush to rivers

Can you hear it?
dripling to drops
dream like dollops

Can you feel it?
softly and sacredly
saccharine on skin

Can you taste it?
flirty and flowing
fresh like flowers

Can you smell it?
mystic like memories
mossy and moorish
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2020
I have run from you
one time too many
Finding myself out in the open,
There aren't too many places
to hide.
I've slid between the spaces of your fork
now you have me pinned,
I have run from you one time too many
I hope that you have mercy on me.
Along the lines of patience
I realize that mercy may be asking too much
But until now I've realized how big your teeth
really are.
With no place to run & your fork fast-ly
approaching there is no where else on this plate
to run.
I have run from you one time too many
and after tasting your lips
I question myself
Why did I run in the first place
Jack Dec 2019
Did you hear their silent whispers?
Of broken cries and moans?
Dead behind the eyes as they walk,
Of all the sadness you have sown,
Leaving them to question the reason,
Your heart is full of villainous treason.

Did you look away as they bled?
From another youthful blade?
Forever questioning the reason why,
The hellish world that you have made,
As the streets turn a crimson red,
‘50,000 more nurses’ is what you said.

Did you taste their scared skin?
As they wept over fresh war wounds?
Children killing themselves for freedom,
Just wanting to write life saving tunes,
But you look at their skin choosing to hate,
Is that what you’re to be remembered for, mate?

Did you touch my screeching wail?
From the sorrow I have regained?
Searching for relief from this solemn pain,
As my selfish loneliness is now reframed,
Now lying on my deathbed I wonder,
How long until I’m called from down under.
i Forgot why I was here
maria Dec 2019
days strange
like spaghetti without taste
missing home

Written on December 08, 2019
xavier thomas Nov 2019
I love when we walk to the park to get fresh air.
The sight of seeing multiple colors in the sky, during this sunset, makes your skin bright up.
We lay in the grass under a tree on your favorite blanket
Watching the sun sleep as the mood awaken.
As we enjoy each other’s company
You ask one simple question:
“what do you see in me?”
In that moment, if you stared into her eyes like I did, you can see through the window to her soul.
A Queen with benefits.
Her mind has creativity as she layout a blueprint of beauty.
A Mother who can carry all 4 of my children.
(Xavier jr., my first, maya is second, xiomara is next, & Dwayne my last)
Search deeper & the heart is made of gold
Protected under the laws of God himself.
Smiles of grace
Confidence through bravery
Never afraid of the inevitable.
Yet, she’s all I ever wanted.
Give me all of you in exchange for me because I want you around.

So what did I see in her?
Well.... I told her,
“My life”
story about a couple going to the park + 5 senses of the human body
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