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Benji James May 2017
Have you ever met someone,
that made you reevaluate your life.
It's there spirit,
it breathes in new life.
You're like that breath of fresh air
,
That I really needed
You've got that, love of my life,

Kind of vibe,

and nothing's gonna kick us down.

I'm ready to take that ride,

by your side, love is blind, 

but not in these eyes,

I can see it in your face,

In the way that you speak,

you're that girl for me.

©2017 Written By Benji James
Sydney Marie Nov 2016
things are falling apart
things don't get better with time
things just blend.
Mary Alexander Nov 2015
Things aren't that way between us.
But if he opens his arms,
I don't hesitate to run into them.
Things will never be romantic,
But I still get lost in his eyes
And forget to speak.  
We will never feel that way,
But his smile feels like my only joy
When my days are filled with darkness.
Things will never be "more",
But his presence brings me relief.
I don't know how it began,
Where it will lead,
Or how it will end.
But I know that my love in some way will remain.
Simple and pure till I live my last days.
Free verse. Sorry not sorry.
Diana Sosa Jul 2015
And when i first met you, you had this genuine bonhomie vibe about you, and your words were so sincere.. as well as gentle, kind, and soft just like your touch, but as time kept passing your inner soul kept decaying.
and your words became unclear and the feelings that were once there began to fade.
kenny Diamond Jun 2015
There once lived man
He was best at the vibe
The path was always red
So fast to help others
At times he let his anger unleash
So quick with words that cut threw the soul
But heart was so pure and kind
The hands of time undewind
If you cross the man
He will turn into beast
I see the good  threw the darkest  nights
He has fallen but always gets back up
In end he is  vibe  master with complex mind that warms the winter  nights
Jane Lame Jun 2015
We're like Tom Robbins characters
You spoke those words yourself

I'm a princess and you're a felon
But we vibe so ******* well

You're a walking brain puzzle
I'm a recovering **** tease

You satisfy me, expand my mind
My body's never been so pleased

Don't you dare say you're sorry
You cannot undo the past

Why would you want to anyway?
I think you're falling for more than my ***

I won't be a replacement
I could never do what she did

I don't want a carbon copy
I learned what I needed to from him

Your mother accuses you of thieving
Mine points out superficial flaws

We share a lot of the same demons
They may stutter but it's loud

I'm done keeping up appearances
You're weary of a double life

We collaborate so effortlessly
Our future visions intertwine

Do I want to meet your parents?
Mine would love you at first greet

They'd give you a jar of honey
Maybe even some frozen meat

I'll help you to stay sober
You've gotten me to open up

Use my brain, try me on for size
I'll understand if you stop

But, imagine what we could be
I think synchronicity has a cause

Inspiration, it's contagious
Happiness, it tags along
Spooky Babe Apr 2015
Can you master a drug?
Can you abuse a drug so much you learn the insides and outs?
You know when the high will start and end?
The way it feels when it bends?
The tricks, the twirls it's plays inside?
To try to scare and make you cry?
Can you ever be one step ahead it
And leap before it does?
Wrote this was being high. April 3rd, 2015 3:12am
svdgrl Dec 2014
Even amongst purple walls
adorned in maudlin posters and prints,
drawings and postcards of exhibitions,
I see your glint in the corner of my room.
Inactive grey body with a head of rubber,
waiting to be powerfully silver,
but innocent, you persist.
You tell me my back is sore again-
and all you wish to do is relieve it.
Persistent innocence.
I'm working on a final essay, and you are knocking,
at my limbs and everywhere but where you want to
really go.
Innocence, you persist.
Dark and threaded to the outlet, you are ready
to apply the pressure needed for tension release.
Mocking, teasing, tempting.
That essay isn't going to do itself,
but I know someone who will.

Writing this ode,
is my act of rebellion against you,
but you know I long for the shaking
the rapture,
the center of my pleasure
encapsulated in your interchangeable
concentration.
But I have to unplug you.
Life is too impatient.
Bluebird Dec 2014
in wild west there was a tribe,
of men fast as mountain river,
they believed in nature,they had vibe
and gaze that makes you shiver

Suddenly it's been deciced
that they that they become a prey
a white man came to take their land
but they stood in their way

indian only had a bow and an arrow
to fight for his own life
but white man brought some weapons
every one of them died

if you stood on red mountain
you could hear the wind hum a song
soft melody of indian flutes
that are gone for too long
indians red men land river wind mountains vibe shiver nature arrow flute song
rachel Nov 2014
Your vibe
is contagious

Which is nice
since you make me feel
like I'm invincible
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