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 Sep 2015 Tryst
Aeerdna
I feel like I am one of those sad songs
nobody wants to hear at a party
because they wake up memories,
open wounds,
make you bleed inside
And because in a few moments they ****
Everything that’s left of you.

Because they hurt.
 Sep 2015 Tryst
BIKE feat C
Monosyllabic
Is a five-syllable word
How ironic right?
Peace! XD I was bored... :( .-. XD
-Snowrose
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Ann M Johnson
Words of encouragement are like a cool drink on a hot day
     Words of encouragement can chase the blues away
     Words of encouragement are like a warm sweater on a chilly
      May day
     Words of encouragement is something most of us seek
      Words of encouragement is something too few people speak
       Words are a powerful tool they can be used to build people up
        Why not spread words of encouragement today?
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Forgotten Heart
you promised me
to make my first kiss a special one
you promised me
your love till my last breathe
you promised me
an adventurous married life
you promised me
your presence in my funeral
you promised me
to be with me forever
but
where is my first kiss???
where is your love???
where is my adventurous married life???
where is your presence???
where are you???

you broke all your promises
within a blink of an eye
i felt your soul
bidding farewell to your body
and you never once thought
to bid goodbye to me
finally
you turned all my lovely dreams
into dreadful scary nightmares

may your soul
rest in peace
showered with my love
forever.....!!!!!
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Chisha Clan
The Poet
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Chisha Clan
The Poet
Is a sensitive soul
Blissfully lost
And deeply fascinated
With its own mind
 Sep 2015 Tryst
He Pa'amon
Killing herself slowly, silently,
unceremoniously.
The glowing ember perched between her lips,

She breathes fire.

No blood pooling on ivory wrists,
no pill bottles scattering the floor,
just dark eyes and a chain around her neck.

Pulling the world into her lungs,

She breathes fire.

Her watery eyes sooth her raw throat,
as billows of lies escape
her red painted lips.

Flames lick the inside of her palms,

She breathes fire.

With a sad smile and slight shrug,
knee high socks and a black heart,
ashes to ashes, she inhales,

breathing fire

as she burns.
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