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fustypetals Oct 2017
what I'm scared the most is—
to fall in love with a new stranger
that I don't know who he really is.

–f.r
i guess, i still into u
Mister J Sep 2017
You don't even want to start
Asking me why I chose you
Even I don't know my own heart
It just seeks to be with only you

I may have come in a flash of light
I may be a new and perplexing maze
But no, I'm not backing down without a fight
Bloodied and bruised just to catch your gaze

So no, I won't give up no matter what
We may never even know what tomorrow brings
No, I won't put that gentle smile in a tight spot
I just want a chance to be with you, among all things

You don't know how much I'm willing to spend
Just to say no to rejection, to be with you in the end
My niece recently asked my help with her English homework. It was about sonnets, and it kinda inspired me to write one regarding my current thoughts.

Been a few days since my last write. :)
Jellyfish Sep 2017
Eyes open to a dim room
after a few moments I think of you,
the heaviness above me
yet I feel so empty?

It's so hard to sit up
please just lay back down.
Close your eyes again,
no one is around!


Eyes open again to a dim room,
I wonder what time it is
but this darkness still looms.
As I lay here rotting.
Àŧùl May 2017
It took just 7 Seconds,
I almost died back then.

One moment I was riding,
Then I remember of nothing.

I just remember the recovery,
And the uncanny painful history.

I can walk, breathe and talk again,
Maybe that was all I did before too.

But I miss my old friends again,
I miss playing guitar like I did.

Turn the pages to remember,
What I lost 7 long years ago.

I've anterograde amnesia,
It is so frustrating now.
My HP Poem #1528
©Atul Kaushal
Passionate Nights turn into naked mornings,
Naked mornings turn into lazy afternoons,
and Lazy afternoon to more passionate nights
and all these moments I want to spend in your arms.

I am cautiously entering a greedy danger zone filled with you,
I want the way you kiss my forehead softly, warmly, in the throws of passion,
I want your fingertips tracing the tattoo on the back of my neck and sliding down my spine while I rest my head on your chest,
I want regretfully leaving your house at 3 am because the time got away from us,
And I want the text at 3:46 asking if I got home okay because you worried.

I'm playing a dangerous game on a thin layer of ice,
and when the game is done I hope I haven't drowned in a cold lake self-made sorrow,  
I hope I am warmly in your arms.
haysia Jan 2017
"Hey. Stay still", she said to her tears
as the priest gives his last blessing
to the body laid in front of them
with the rest of her family.
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