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TyeniWrites Jun 2
Different is what they call me
Addicted to isolation
I don't like crowds
I can't fit in with normality
And I'm not trying to be
I'm just being myself
Arthur Blank Mar 17
Alien lifeforms
Appear humanoid Captain.
Dare we make contact?
Demicci Oct 2019
If I would whisper you
I could melt your soul
The words that I can see
Are connected through feelings
And if we stare for to long
More of south than north
But, I will dream about you
Dress with full lust
As equal as we are
Bring...
420 as flowers
-TheJudas
Lets stalk about the sun, while we watch it under
a blanket.
Anya Jul 2018
Have you ever
Felt so sluggish
You think it probably for your skin
To melt and ooze off
And the muscle underneath starts to sizzle
And only the lonely bones remain
As hot as a metal rod laid out under the blistering sun
One would feel that
If he or she closed their eyes
They’d become a shapeless lump
To much of nothing to be anything
And eventually they’d just sink into the earthen floor
Eventually reaching the crust then core
Then being desintegrated
Into tiny particles
I could keep going
But I’m too tired to think anymore
Let em just close my eyes and...
The title says it all, by the way the ending is implying that the above occurres to the subject of the poem after they close their eyes.
Anya Jul 2018
I have      wierd thoughts      in my head
They ain’t true      but they there
So what do I do?
Salmabanu Hatim Jun 2018
I love you because,
You made my darkness into light,
Made stars in my eyes twinkle.
I was asleep in sorrow,
You made me wake up,
Fill my lungs with joyous air I breathe,
Change my tryst soul to a happy one.
You gave my weakness strength,
My heartache and pain a smile,
You deleted my memories of the past,
To laughter of today and tomorrows.
You did everything by being just there for me,
By being caring and understanding.
In you I have found the love of my life,
You put up with my weird ways,
And still say,
"Honey I love you."
Gabe Ouellette Nov 2017
Stories of love,
saying a partner fits like a- mitten,
a tight one at that,
you know how when you put something on that's too small, the only thing you can think about is getting it off?
Loving the wrong person might be like that, I'm not sure though,
not my area of expertise.
But its something to think about if you will.
I dont know, not related to me... yet?
Demicci Jun 2017
When you love
Love is eternal
Eternal life will be
Life will be lust
And lust will die
With time...
Deeba Mar 2017
I am a Bin
Left over,
Untouched.
Always stinking.

No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me

And then
Stars started orbiting differently
Magic happens.

I am seen as a flower vase

A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers

All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure

They come to me
Smell me
Absorb my fragrance
Refreshing themselves

It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them

But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers

The story repeats.

Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase

And nothing much changed

So! I don't care anything anymore.
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