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Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Before midnight,
I could die a thousand deaths
and still not know how I'm living to experience this.
Grasping for air;
For I am being suffocated within your existence-
and I love every second of it.
Slowly surpassing every standard I have,
You are breaking every wall;
and I could thank you with a million kisses;
and it still wouldn't be enough.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Eve
My heart was a secret garden and the walls surrounding it were very high.
Reluctantly, I allowed you to knock every wall down..
and with grace, I breathed in every promise you made and believed with great certainty that this time would be my last time.
To love you was no challenge, but loving you from this new found distance is a feeling much too common.
For your kiss feels like home; and my darling, I am homesick.
Anonymous Mar 2014
On December 14, 2012
Children hid in cubbies,
They hid in shelves.
Teacher's surrounded
And spoke them kind words,
For out in the halls,
The shots could be heard.
Just an elementary school
Filled with laughter and joy,
Was stripped of its fun
All because of one boy.
A tear fell from America's eyes,
As we heard the news,
For now twenty-six angels,
Our country did lose.
Newtown, Connecticut
Will never be the same.
Engraved in its heart,
Is sorrow and pain.
Twenty children,
Six adults.
They didn't deserve it,
They weren't at fault.
Now all of our hearts
Are filled with sorrow,
We never expected
They wouldn't see tomorrow.
Twenty-six angels
On a friday, flew away.
Rest easy, sweet angels.
In our hearts you will stay.
Anonymous Mar 2014
I wear glasses to see,
Not to look "cool."
I read books to feel intellectually challenged
And go on adventures to new lands,
Not to take pictures of the pages
On my Nikon camera
And get "notes" on Tumblr.
I drink tea to relax myself,
Not to be like everybody else.
Do all these things make me a hipster?
A poser?
Or *myself?
Ruby Smyth Mar 2014
And there it comes.
From over the hills and far away,
Till it is more than reality, less than our fantasies.
It's never seen - only pondered.
The sun swept mountains and lakes of yours.
Everything built by we but not together.
And just as sudden it's upon us, but no one seems to know.
The storm cannot brew from one.
But rather you or I, we wear the same but I cover what is mine.
You show your body in the light, expose your child, teasing them with underage.
And everything will break, the ***** snapped of the only ******
Left alone to be a saint, only ... After death.
And no one is intoxicated anymore, we're all empty and you are blinded by the fall.
Of only what'll be and what's to come
And all at one, it leaves us just.
Never think, perish the thought.

                //R.S

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