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Ma Cherie Sep 2017
Love can be so fleeting
like the brightly shining sun
to leave you feeling sorely burned sometimes
or relieved when days are finally done
times to leave you feeling empty or leave you feeling perfect- full
sometimes love is high so grand
sometimes there is a quiet lull
sometimes it's awful easy true
other times
it's like a stupid an
stubborn bull

either way
- we always seek it
elusive like a distant dream
we chase it an ever wander on
to seek a perfect shining gleem,
like the rays of the sweet
warm sunshine
to finally bask in the
lovely glowing beam

that's what love is I think.
Copyright Ma Cherie 2017 still having trouble but trying anyway to write that is having trouble with the system here
Wellspring Aug 2017
What is this thing called anxiety?

Is it a dark force,
Bringing all our demons to light?

Is it that chilling, phantom breath,
Tickling the back of your neck?

Is it the reason you feel as if,
there are menacing eyes on your back?

Is it the fizz that runs through your veins,
Right before you meet your soul mate?

Is it the lack of air in your lungs?
Or the clamminess of your palms?

Is it the fact that,
Without meaning to,
Your body is always alert,
for things that don't exist?

No one knows what anxiety is.
All that we know is;
It differs per person,
and is never a comforting thing.
Someone asked me what is felt like when I suffered from anxiety attacks- my answer.
AllAtOnce Apr 2017
it's hot coffee and warm paper cup steam
and illegible tattoos without a theme
it's late night eyes and restless hours
and cheap notebook paper towers

it's sleeping until noon and arriving late
because of weekday parties that couldn't wait
it's worn out chucks and shirts with holes
based in a religious background and thrift shop clothes

it's community cups and feet without shoes
seen by long eyelashes and the color blue
it's ink rubbing off on freckled hands
from crumpled papers thrown in trash cans

it's an improbable dynamic and an impossible feat
because of barely-earned titles and grinding teeth
it's the quiet thoughts and midnight dreams
that, come the sunrise, are not even feelings.
Nite May 2016
Is it
Those dreamy eyes of yours that I can't stop staring into
Those orbs that led me to your soul in heaven
Those receptacles that can elicit a myriad of emotions with a look


Could it be
Those sumptuous lips of yours that I can't stop kissing
Those heavenly gates to your river of nectar that tastes ever so divine
Those sensuous portals to scathing remarks and honeyed words


Is it
Your beautiful, wonderful mind that I cannot stop delving into
Your attentiveness to every detail when I tell you things about me and my life
Your appetency for knowledge of the universe and every single thing about me


Could it be*
The way your body merges with mine so perfectly like puzzle pieces
The way we understand each other so intimately like Siamese twins
The way you smile when you look at me, full of love and hope

I don't know what it is but I do know this

I love you baby
Stephanie Grice May 2015
What is love
If you are not telling me we are more
What is love
When you can't even talk to me
What is love
When i fee empty
What is love
When you don't see my sadness
What is love
When you can't even fix me
I feel I go in slow motion
My brain has
Fast Forwarded
myself into
beyond the end of my life.
The eternity that haunts
my beating heart.
Anastasia Webb Jul 2014
I can see it in the shadows of my walls
the corners of the empty white rooms
the concave stomachs of little kids
your dried, chewed-up bottom lip
the hollows of Mum’s cheeks
the ticking of a metronome
the gaps in the bookcase
the crusty, sore noses
the bleeding nails
the white walls
skinny wrists
burnt paper

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