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Aditya Roy Feb 2019
The city lights look beautiful today
The setting seems right
That this very day
I would meet my nemesis
On these last hours of

My arrival has been expected
I'm a stranger to myself
I'm your worst nightmare
I am your lucid dream

Seizing the city lights by their electricity
I'm the light of your days
I live within those shadows you avoid
I live in the souls devoid
I am today

The one your terrible fears turned into reality
I'm the work that you do
I'm the food you eat
I'm on your mind all time
Even when I'm away from all this talk of pennies and dimes

The city lights break evenly
I'm your motivation
Why are you so scared of me dear
I'm right there beside thee
Beside your hurried motion

Hiding in the scenery
Because time is an illusion
You can be in the look for better things
Friends leave you
Enemies make you their pre-occupation

But, when the curtain calls
There is no one answer
Because you worked in the theatre
And my worst rival didn't have a job
I gave him mine

Today
I prayed for the enemy
I hope he is better for everybody
You know why
Because if he were me
If he knew the love we shared

The kisses that I lost
The love and the lust
Your affection
My nostalgia
You were the love I once

My lost love
How does the light of the sunshine
Rest on those beautiful shoulders under the pale pallor of pleasant Pulchritude
I found my bliss amongst the stars of solitude
Solitude is a dear devotion
It enraptures a crowd
It needs a loud rabble
A commotion
To make it more pleasant

I love silence
For it can drive out my inner desires
For company
My friends
My girlfriends
Come from the same bookends
Bookmarks which we call destiny
As old conversation of the curtain on the cusp of her miens
She stares outside the window shyly
Her name lovely as the summer breeze
She feels her nerves pulsating
Letting lips quiver slightly
Her lover touches her *****
Slyly caressing his neck against her chin
His shin rather pleasant placed against her skin
He takes his pants off
Kisses her while she laughs
Her gelid calm brings a look of icy green
This Greecian God is gonna live forever
His princess is gonna love him
For his good nature
THoughts remain supple
******* remain a whisper
Her spirited ride against his saddle
She often straddles him with her bare buttocks
Safe to say they've had large assets for the sensuous love-making
This is a scene of serenity
For most with a love for dignity
He gently comes
As love whispers
"I love you"
Love was my enemy
Gets better with the lines, trust me <3
Pauline Morris Feb 2019
The walking dead in the land of the living
Soulless eyes and hearts unforgiving

They seek to destroy
******* out your joy
Shatter your skull
Make your mind dull

Rip out your heart
That's just the start
Dead set eyes
You'll never relize
Till it's to late 
Your heart they ate

Breathing remains
Nothing else the same
Now hollow of feeling
Soul was sent reeling

Some don't know
Out of them life flowed
We're all missing parts
Mostly the heart
Also gray matter
Obscenities spatter

Growing in number
Pillage and plunder
All must be fed
Living in the land of the dead..

©Pauline Morris
Bliss Jan 2019
Your love make my days and nights
look like wooven in silk and brocade
Your face bring permanence
to the colour of spring
You add more beats to my heart
You are my alma- mater of love
who teach me the purity of love
You make my fate bow down to me
You give me tranquillity
in this hubbub world..
marianne Jan 2019
Sometimes I am ether.
Sometimes I am aria in full voice,
focussed breath from deep within, no, deeper—
from the centre of creation itself—
my truest self expressed,
I am full to bursting.
Then, transformed again,
as surely as night follows day
I am ether and together we are the breath
of everything, rolling through mighty lungs
in symphony with the stars.
Me, then we,
always breath.
not separate
Rupert Pip Jan 2019
Just as birds will sing.
Just as church bells ring.
Just as sad men say sad things.
We will dance alone
in this room engulfed in flames.

Watch as the woodwork falls.
As hellfire smothers the walls.
As our survival begs and crawls.
We’ll stay arms locked and eyes straight
as our duty has called.

We waltzed as the flames grew
heat surged against you
oh what danger we got into.
But love,
love always pulls through.
Overcoming great challenges is what makes love great.
Shreya Jan 2019
we love and present on a platter
our hearts to
the same boys who send **** pics
and convince us to get tattoos,
the ones who leave one month later leaving
scars so deep we only wish they were tattoos

we change our minds for and offer
ourselves
to the boys that play us like
the boardgames you pull off the shelves
the ones that cheat
and roll the dice on what to do with us

we fall down and down
drown deeper and deeper in love
with the boys that wonder if we’re relevant
if we’ll boost their coolness level to way high above
the ones that give us smiles, shining eyes
and words that mean the world to us but nothing to them

we would give our worlds away
to the boys who make
their universe out of stolen hearts
and never give but always always always take,
the ones that never learned
how to love anything except the feeling of being loved.
Anna2000 Jan 2019
You said it was my sigh
one of desolation, dissent,
that prompted you
that ubiquitously grey day,
to place your soul on that frigid, wooden bench
at a bus stop of all places,
right beside mine.

You made a comment
where was I going,
dressed so sharp and solemn,
with a distinct aura of resignation,
and startled from my reverie
the fog was blown from my mind,
by you, so cool and clear.

You tell me now
that you had no real reason
besides perhaps a distant curiosity,
to sit by me in the brisk twilight.
But as I boarded the bus,
not far behind,
I planted myself right next to you.

It was then you claim you knew,
that the rest was history.
Mercia Jan 2019
She stood still as life stood before her
Her path unclear
Her memories fighting one another
Her demons sing the hymn her heart beats
Life stood before her with claws that took lives away
She tried to run
Her blood filled with truth and depression
Causing her to stand still
Her mind filled with plans to run away
Her painful memories won
She learnt life had 3 choices
Live, run or die
She tried all and failed all
Living and breathing became hard
She lost meaning and saw a trampled heart
Her heart stepped and bruised by the people she loved
Her body used like a tissue on a hot summers day.
Only purpose is to clean up.
She searched for a place to bury her heart but only found more humans created to harm.
Her blood flowed in disappointment and regret as she ran passed life and met death.
Death gave a warm welcoming hand
With eyes that glittered the face with truth of pain
She knew death stole the identity of life
But confrontations was her weakness
She found a calmness that death gave her
A calmness that turned all good, bad
She ran back
She sat in between life and death for she had nowhere to run
The world she stole the blame from pushed her away
The river that welcomed her with wickedness was rejected due to past teachings..
Now she remains in a world of confusion and accepting of everything.
Tatiana Jan 2019
We don't speak
not a word
not a sound
can't let them know
how insane we feel
as we do our rounds
We take our medicine
as we do our rounds
We hand their heads to them
as we do our rounds
We do ourselves in again
as we do our rounds
We don't speak
not a word
not a sound
can't let them know
how we're liars now
We take our medicine
as we do our rounds
We hand their heads to them
as we do our rounds
We do ourselves in again
as we do our rounds
We don't speak
not a word
not a sound
We don't speak
not a word
not a sound
Don't speak!
We don't speak-
Don't speak they'll hear!


We don't...
We don't...
We don't...


We scream
© Tatiana
I'm the one who wrote this and i'm very uneasy right now
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