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 Jan 2019 Anna
Amanda
That stranger had cheeks stained by berries & a summer's day.
Hihi sunshines!
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 Jan 2019 Anna
Amanda
On a train,
 Jan 2019 Anna
Amanda
you tend to realise several things.

1.  Infatuation and love affairs with phones.

2. Everything and everyone is a variable.
The probability of being on this lonely carriage again as that stranger with 5'o clock stubble sitting across you is infinitesimal.

So, when you find a constant, that is when things get interesting.

Uninterrupted eye contact.
The same dated train tickets stuffed deep into pockets.

3. All these people. All these faces.
I think I am getting to know love.
scribbled on the 45 minute train ride back home.
 Jan 2019 Anna
Amanda
4:31am
 Jan 2019 Anna
Amanda
I learnt what 17 meant: recklessness, glassy eyes and a firestorm in someone else's chest.

19: a smile carelessly left in the crook of my neck, an hour shy of a sunrise and a firestorm in my chest.
 Jan 2019 Anna
Alysia Marie
Stay beautiful;
Be blissful,
And if your soul does not agree;
Then darling run.
Run far, far away.

                                        Alysia Marie 2014 ©
Stay true to the tunes that have been wound deep into your soul.
For your body knows more than your mind wants to believe.
 Jan 2019 Anna
Dhia Awanis
Intimacy
 Jan 2019 Anna
Dhia Awanis
Intimacy is not measured

by how passionate you kiss her, or
by how loud you say you love her, or
by how your hands fit hers perfectly, or
by how many bouquets you bring for her

Intimacy is when
your souls intertwined one another
that even silence,
doesn't make her feel anxiety

Intimacy is when
your thoughts connect to each other
that even before you speak,
she already knows

And if you are lucky enough,
that connection will last a lifetime
that no measure of time or space
could come between two affiliated souls
"She asked me to kiss her, but when I lean towards her, she refused gently," he sighed.
"Why?"
"Long after she's gone I understand that she wanted me to kiss her soul, instead of her body.”
 Jan 2019 Anna
Morgan Mercury
I never thought I would fall for you twice,
but here I am writing this poem.
I'm just a dandelion lost in this greenhouse
surrounded by these blooming beauties.
But hoping, hopefully
you would make a wish out of me.
You've got this look that makes me crave adventure.
You've got mountains in your eyes
and the northern wind in your soul.
I can't remember the last thing you said to me
and that's okay.
We never talked much thanks to my anxiety.
I'm not too far but my words have failed me so many moons
how am I suppose to talk to you?
You've got your future gripped tight by the wrist
and my hands are lost in all this space.
Maybe sometime in the years to come, I'll discover your footprints
and remember my high school crush all over again.
I'll stop and think if you're out in California making coffee for people,
like I overheard you say you wanted to do in math class that one time,
or strumming a guitar solo on stage somewhere in the city.
I just hope wherever you find yourself in time to come you're happy and smiling brighter than the stars.
I know not much will happen in these last eight months we have together,
but I want to thank you for the day you introduced yourself to me because you knew no one else in the class.
I know I'm just a dandelion in this great big greenhouse,
but I'm just really happy that you noticed me.
2014
 Jan 2019 Anna
Sandoval
Broken
 Jan 2019 Anna
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
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