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Rochelle Domingo May 2018
Far and wide
is where we’ll hide
when things seem dark and scary.
But alas we’ll emerge
from the pond of the weary
to laugh and to cry while accepting the eerie.
Umi May 2018
Dear,
My vision is clouded by two green eyes, alike emeralds gazing at me,
A delicate body, frankly short yet mature and smart, but so warm,
This is what you are for me, you feel human, you smell human yet all the others see you as something else, a monster is what they call you,
But this is not true, even if you should be some kind of eldritch abomination, for me you're a gal of grace, of elegance and kindness,
Even if they talk ill of you, saying you are twisted and weird,
And even if they call me naive, for not seeing what you really are,
I will not give up, for the both of us are not like them, we can't be.
I love you. For a world we see is true, what we manifest, what I'll build you is a mansion of crystal and of course pure, starlight.
The beauty rising by your own hand is a blinding light in the dark,
Bloom, as the world around us fades away, blossom, we become one.
But all that remains just a dream, the cruel reality is,
I can only meet you there.

~ Umi
Jolan Lade May 2018
My mind is weird
I feel like its wired differently, a little more gently
So, I sometimes sit down and watch words, flying by
Words passing by, passwords, almost like birds, but just words
Telling me a story, about glory and a dragon, guarding gold and territory
Bless my brain, what an electric and wirery mess
With an engine, leaking oil onto the paper...
Kuvar May 2018
On that faithful day
With the tree’s clapping so loud
The wind escalated the noise to the sky
Covering the face of the sun
Darkness corned in man’s heart
Their shelter roofs it took off
Men were sent on a forceful voyage
Things fall apart as weak mustache  
Tabula rasa hits the skull of man
Church goers lament in distress  
“Forgive me oh lord my sins”
An atheist gulps in self defense
I stand as a witness to say
The sexuality of nature is wild
©️Kuvar

At the veranda, then this might my wind started beating the trees and the waves went up as dust and the darkness on that day was so heavy that I feared if it’s the end of the world then the rain poured that the sea wasn’t known from the land...
Rebecca Lynn Apr 2018
I started having dreams about you -
but apparently you dream about me too.

Starting to feel a little crush
about my past love.

But there is just something about you
that makes me feel the way that I do.
I'm having weird dreams lately about the things that I shouldn't be dreaming about.
Silverflame Apr 2018
His nocturnal desires have awoken,
they roam carelessly on the moonlit highway.
Tangled in cryptic and claustrophobic visions,
hands on the steering wheel; aiming at prey.

It hails with burned-out dreams,
morphine-filled words whisper about salvation.
Pines sprinkle their prickly love on his ragdoll,
igniting the poor man's gold excavation.

Lemon drops poured into his frayed heart,
a nirvana of thoughts etched in the sky.
The beacon revealed his method of madness,
he kept the grain of salt in his eye.
A random piece based on a dream I had.
aviisevil Apr 2018
when it's 4 in the morning
and you still bleed
awake and cold; with an open
book you just couldn't read,

when the thought gets old and
lonely, and you continue to sleep-

caught and stuck in a world
that cuts deep,
and you didn't give a ****
when you had the time
to leave,

and now you weep,
now you feel-
it's all in your mind,
all the lies, and the bad deeds

so you seed the sky
as far as your heart can beat,
pouring all the stars down-
and drowning the sea,

it's 4 am in the mourning
and i cannot breathe
the world is about to wake up
and i cannot sleep

every lie is so ****** up,
what's mine ?
i cannot believe

what if i reach for them,
and they just get up to leave ?

sometimes i feel relieved,
when everybody's gone home
and there's nobody left to meet,
to give your life up for-
and to need

it leads you astray-
the emptiness, living off
of ashtrays and nothingness

made friends with
sadness,
waiting for the end and
the madness,

mesmerised by your love
and it's royal vastness,
your memories haunt me
and they want me-
my loyal highness,

there's so much autumn
in me, my veins - winter,
and mind scarlet-

i look in the mirror
and i guess i've forgotten me-
i don't remember you,
you look so harmless

and my heart is with you
i guess that makes them true too-
i am heart-less.
may Apr 2018
My best friend told me I’m in love with love
At first I didn’t think anything of it
But now I see it
I really am in love with the concept and everything that comes with it

This isn’t a good thing
Matter of fact it’s the complete opposite
Just the thought of having someone to always talk to and even go on dates or just cuddle sounds great
But at the same time I feel weird about it all

Having someone depending on me
Someone who isn’t my parents or friends isn’t something I like so much
In the movies it seems all great
Probably because it isn’t me or romantic movies are hardly ever accurate

I get so wrapped up in a fantasy
By fitting into the idea of what I want in a partner
So then I could mark all the checks on the list
:/
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