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A M Ryder Jul 2019
I'd set the world ablaze
Just to watch the flames
Dance in her eyes
vern Jul 2019
how could I be so blind
to the stolen glances you gave me
was there always such a loving intent
within your gaze
how was I so oblivious
to miss your eyes on me
writer's block has been so rough
here's something until my writer's block goes away
Empire Jun 2019
Tech is a strange thing
I watch my caffeine levels
On a heart rate graph
I should probably drink some water
She clears her schedule all for you.
But I can see, you just squeeze her in yours.

She stops doing the things she was supposed to do just to focus on you.
On the other hand, you don't.

Maybe the reason why you gave her all those watches was that you can't give her time.
You can only give her watches, but not your time.
Clearly this is what I feel with my current relationship.
Poetic T Jun 2019
Woven in the wind was the tissue thin veils
              of wings that tore upon the heavens,
                                                in subtle breathes.

Subtle mirages were spread around there
                                  worldly travels.
              Never seeing what was there.

Just a shimmer of  rainbow shades.
                A kaleidoscope of reflection,
     seeing shades shimmer delicately.


But when a raindrop never descended,
                    and in the collective desert
                    of visual obscurity were they vulnerable.


Play things for the feral masters of pink flesh
                did they jump feverishly.
   But on human eyes did the mirage fulfil.
                   a fallen wing had fell.


And with a plastic tomb were they dispatched.
                 an offering of great pleasure.
But t human cognitive visuals a fluorescent bird
                                                              fe­athers clawed


without a hue of intention only the fever of the hunt.

Man only saw a incandescent mirage,
                       when rain fell.
                       but beneath this camouflage
                were wings that flustered the seasons
                                         pleasures on mans world.
Anastasia May 2019
Lashes

Soft like petals

Eyes

Likes cloudy stones

Covered in soft soil

I like to watch you

Dreams like clouds

And roses

And rain

I think

You are pretty

And I like to watch

Your hands move

Your pencil,

Making

Your eyes, moving

I like to watch
days by the water, covered in dandelions
Ruheen May 2019
Blade in my hand.
Eyes on you.
Feet planted on the ground.

You come running at me.
Not knowing what's about to happen.
Then suddenly blood spatters.

My hand's on your shoulder.
The blade in your torso.
As your white shirt turns red.

I tell you I'll take it out.
That it was only an accident.
But instead, I twist.

And watch your pretty little self
Fall to the ground.
Writhing in pain.

What's scary is that I don't feel anything.
Not pain, not guilt, not fear, nothing.
Hell, I barely even care.

I laugh at your cries for help.
I've killed you, now.
Twisted the knife and watched as you fell.
What can I say? I'm crazy.
MG May 2019
I have nothing to write now.
Because I’m grateful
To wake up most mornings
And not feel my chest constricted with hate.
For you, but mostly for myself.
My roots are pure and my flowers are blooming.
Nothing can stop me now.
(Not you, not myself)
Learning to love myself
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