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liz Sep 2014
31
5 steps to walk out of the room.
23 steps to make it to the front door.
2 steps to be one with the wind.
1 step to follow a dream.

5 times you fell.
23 times you didn't believe.
2 times you almost did.
1 time you gave up.

5 ways to handle this.
23 ways to make an excuse.
2 times to get rejected.
1 time to put it to sleep

31 roads and excuses to no where
Unknown Soldier Aug 2014
You can find me in the stalls writing lines of how I'm a deteriorating shell of my former self,
nothing but a faded shadow,
a hollow casket of myself in a prison cell

I'm back to my old ways,
Too scared to run away,
Too scared to stay,

Yet somehow I miss the days gone by,
Not for the moments,
The people,
The person

Help me get your heart off my sleeve,
It's been roughly a year and I can't hardly breathe,
Don't worry about never being mine,
Lest the tears of what could have been,
Stain the silhouette of time.
Together
Laughter / inception
An Amazing twist


heads over heels
having climbed
Only slightly

More dangerous trees
:) :)
lost in thought Jun 2014
Fire
So beautiful.
So dangerous.

Why is there fire?
Why did we create it?

When did we become so ruthless?
Why did we?

We are just human beings
Trying to find our ways.
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
Always seeing,
always watching.
A close distance.
Like bounds of stars,
close to the eye,
but actually far.
Curious stares
circle the world.
Not really sure
where utopia is,
but being a flower in the wall,
means growing to the sky.
Holding hope like pollen,
and having meet and greets,
with the visitors.
These are the wallflower ways.
A wallflower is a person who plays the background role in life. They just observe (mostly at parties). Just sticking around near the walls, like flowers. Hence the name.


I've never seen perks of being a wallflower, but I am and will always be that flower growing near the wall.
Tia May 2014
I might not answer your call
I'm still a little lost
I want this to be true.
But I'm falling through.
I can't just wait.
If this is fake
I really thought it would be true.
And I would end up with you!!
But i could of made  a mistake.
That I will have to repay.
At the end of the day.
But I will pray.
That god keeps you away.
Away from all the things that can change your ways.
Please don't say.
I love you babe.
Till we have a whole day.
To say
Our true ways.
Wendell A Brown Apr 2014
I need to see your face each day
To keep my smile alive
I need to hear your gentle voice
To make my heart smile deep inside

For certain things always happen
While you are so close to me
My breath just seems to slip away
And I weaken in my knees

Why would this happen daily
At no particular time or place
Whenever your smile enters my world
Never wanting to be replaced

There is a deep need to see you
As I awaken to begin each day
For only you alone can move my heart
In so many inspiring ways
a romantic poem
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
"I love you."

Their true feelings spoken, There's something to be said,
To share their feelings - they're no longer weak.
As they lay there in bed.
As they lay there unafraid to speak.

They can't see their future without one another.
A deep a relationship, they are almost there.
Emotions still roar like thunder.
Hopes and Dreams, they now share.

Not just sleeping together, but Making love.
They hide no secrets, Tell no lies.
Each other - They're proud of.
Arguments now lead to Compromise.

It's their first time.
Emotions take over.
Touching, Kissing, Feeling,
Passion - the wait is over.

Their feelings for each other, yet again, grow.
Every one gets along fine.
Questions, Answers, Conversations flow.
Nervous - Meeting the family for the first time.

He says he wants to be more serious - She agrees.
Relationship is stronger.
Arguments forgiven.

Would we happy with each other?
What we have, is this right?
Frustrated with each other.
First fight.

He is lost in her beauty.
Many Dates passed, the first now a memory.
Dates and Dinners, Drinks and Movies.
Date two, Date three.

The first kiss - He gave her.*
A memorable night.
Both on their best behaviour.
A romantic dinner over candlelight.

No hesitation shown.
Arranged first date - No-one stalled.
Spoke for the first time on the phone.
Nervous -  Dialling their number, *first call.


Exciting emotions unlocked.
The start of a relation.
Numbers swapped.
Shared a conversation.

**"Hello, Nice to meet you!"
Backwards Love.      ***READ POEM BACKWARDS***

ALSO READ BELOW:

A story told backwards, A poem written backwards. I started from the bottom to the top. From " Hello, Nice to meet you!" all the way to "I love you"

This poem can be read 4 ways:
1) From top to bottom.
2) From bottom to top. (backwards)
3) Read only the sentences in bold, from top to bottom, and of course,
4) Read only the sentences in bold, from bottom to top.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The name that came to mind for this poem, is 'Backwards Love', since writing this love story backwards was my intention. Though because it can be read four ways, I also thought of the title 'Love - Four ways'. What do you think?


              

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Ady Mar 2014
She hopes, silently, that he will chase her,
catch her in his embrace and smother her
with feverish kisses.
He wants to glance back, towards the stinging
sun, towards the opposite direction she has stayed in
and beacon her with words of licorice.
She wishes to let her voice drown the antagonistic
opposition to their current disposition and listen
attentively to reciprocated admissions.
But they cannot, will not, because
this is not a fairy tale, this is not a fantasy, this
is the sad reality of both decisions.
And so torn apart between letting go or
catching to,
they walk away towards opposite directions.

— The End —