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Brianna Jan 2015
One day I'll wake up with happiness in my stomach instead of worrying what the day will bring me.
One day I'll wake up not paranoid and terrified that you'll try to ruin my life again... Or that I'll let you do it.

One day I'll find the strength to tell a cute boy I think he's cute and not worry if he will tell me how disgusting I am.
One day I'll be able to look into a mirror without crying myself to sleep or thinking of every part of my body j want to cut off.

One day... I won't write such terribly sad poetry.
baselessfears Feb 2014
Skeleton's smiles haunt me.
They're so open, big,
and free.
They know what life has brought them,
*and that's how i want to be.
ty Dec 2014
when you touch me my adrenaline flares a warning signal,
that my heart cannot hold back too much desire,
and when your touch is gone,
i still feel a heavy weight on my heart,
the weight of its absence,

when we are apart,
i feel this sensation in the unreachable center of my chest,
similar to when you eat too much salt
i feel dry and broken down,
I also feel tight and full of a jittering vibration

i want your touch so badly that when you are gone,
i grow weak and sick,
tired and shaken,
sad but hopeful,
there is a lustful hope in the unreachable center of my heart.
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Michelle Sampson Dec 2014
It's not fair that I still want you. It's not fair that you invade my dreams. It's not fair that I crave your kisses. It's not fair that your touch still awakens me. It's not fair that I dream of being in your arms, only to wake in disappointment. It's not fair that I still like you.
MereCat Oct 2014
I miss summer
I miss all its apparent infinities
Possibilities like pebbles on a shingle beach
I drowned in them
The infinite skies
The infinite ocean
And clouds strung up like garments on a washing line
Time was like bubble-gum
And my freedom could be stretched by just breathing into it

I miss summer
I miss wading in blue rather than grey
Or brown
Or orange
Because the trees played
Ring-a-ring-o-roses
And the wind sang the refrain
The sunsets used to suspend themselves just for me
Like a child was commissioned to paint all over
That great big blue tarpaulin

I miss summer
I miss procrastinating minus guilt
I miss flicking through my life
Like the weeks were library shelves
I miss sitting by the fountain in town
Until the word ‘Deadline’ had no meaning
I miss catching busses and the sun dust on the windows
I miss the fact that we had forever
To lick windows and ice-creams
I miss flip-flop days
And catching-rain-in-T-shirts days
And pretending to be limitless

I’ve lived about a decade and a half
So The Time Of My Life is just about due
But I walk home from school
Via the swing sets and roundabouts in the park
And watch the kids who’ve not yet learned
Why trees scrape back their leaves
And strangle themselves with gossamer nooses
In autumn
They fling like drunken spinning tops
And down their hysteria like shots
And I can’t help feeling old
I’m not a young and beautiful love affair
I’m a cast-aside leaf
Who’s only too aware that she’s thin as paper
Shrivelled as morning bed sheets
Grey as the cigarettes God’s smoking
I’ve started to wonder
Why these aren’t known as my Autumn Years
Because breathe me out
And watch me fall
tori Nov 2014
Fall in love with me.
I can't promise that I'll catch you
But the days we spend together
Will make it worth the fight

Fall in love with me.
Be the first to discover me
Get me to open up
Know all my fears
And the songs stuck in my head

Fall in love with me.
Tell me I look beautiful
Even when I look like a mess
And make me feel
Like no one ever has before

Fall in love with me.
And please
Make me fall in love
With you
Don't let me go
Srishty Mittal Nov 2014
Wistful eyes.
Words yet  left unsaid.
Ink splatters.
Incomplete poems.
!0W
#love #incessant #wishful  #wistful
Srishty Mittal Nov 2014
At the break of dawn,
I turn, mumble, wake and yawn;
And turn to see
You, in our blanket castle.

The dainty sunshine bathes your face;
Of your matted hair, the breeze makes a menace.
I play with shadows of you-
And them I hold captive, in our blanket castle.

Now, the garden swallows twitter on the sill
A familiar longing, in me they instill.
The pillow feathers, the tickling toes, the warm giggles-
I realize- are but memories of you- in our blanket castle.
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Monicah Kiptoo Feb 2013
I'm still here,loving you from afar
hoping and wishing you knew.
Im stil here,even after cut me so    deep and tore me down
I'm still here,struggling not to call you in the night,when the pain becomes too much.
And in the morning when I wake up from the dreams where you and i were okay.
I'm still here,my heart aching
Is this what they call profound love?
An intense longing for you,
for your presense
for your touch
for your kiss?
Then,
I'm still here,loving you from afar
still hoping&wishing;.
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