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Nayana Nair Apr 2017
I feel two lines etched on my face.

One longer than the other.

Feeling a little more colder

each time I step out.

They will lie there,

and dry there,

but never erased.
archwolf-angel Mar 2017
There is something about him
Yet I don't know what it is
It makes me feel fuzzy
Like butterflies in me

There is something about him
That makes me gravitate towards his presence
It makes me want to stay close
In silence or in everything

There is something about him
That calms my being
My demons quiet down
Just so that I could hear him

There is something about him
Because every time he holds my hand
I feel safe
Like I'm at home, cuddled in my warm bed

There is something about him**...
...and I still don't know what it is.
I don't think I'll ever know.
Julie Grenness Mar 2017
Once there was Golgotha, when,
A God walked amongst men,
Is He coming back again?
He walks with our feet,
With our smiles He greets,
He works with our hands,
A friendship for many lands,
His ghost looks like His shroud of Turin,
Is He ever coming back again?
Feedback welcome.
archwolf-angel Feb 2017
Maybe
Somehow
I'll be there
In that universe that I don't exist in
Where I would see
That you are there too
Emmanuel Coker Jan 2017
Beneath the suede feel and nappa leather
Beneath the Jordan that sells for some many dollars
Rests a weary foot covered in torn silk
A little hole here
A little patch there

Beneath the Italian suit and that da Vinci scarf
Beneath the bear fur coat and the cashmere wool
Rest a broken soul covered with a broken body
A little wear here
Some many tear there
Don't be deceived by material things, some people are broken and damaged much more than you'd ever know. They just cover up pretty well.
Leal Knowone Jan 2017
I told you "some one cares", as I wiped your tears, and brushed your hair, back behind your ear. I held you so close, and stole away your fears. such comfort felt there in a warm embrace. the pleasure I saw on your face, the joy between your legs
Cierra Hope Jan 2017
I counted the number of times
you weren't there for me
in tally marks on my wrist.
A lonely heart,evening time this is
Where the loneliness of a lone man
Kicks in.I cannot sleep my bed is full
Of misery,my life full of stress while trying to live care free.

Evening time,I cannot stand the evening,when slumbered am I gonna
  Dream again,if yes are my dreams
Coming true through slumbercation
Only. Am I living in a fantasy.having this sort of questions before sleep can make you hate the "evening times" too.

A lonely heart, hating the evening times. Are there ones I took gonna haunt me tonight,my brain the "haunted place" because of the deaths that occurred,my "no mortal supposes" the corpses and the blink of my eyes the burial.

A sleepless night with a lonely heart hating evening time.Was I ever alone  did GOD ever leave my sight? Did everyone leave or they were simply chased by my ignorance?
The evening times relate
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