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 Jan 2016 undefined
Bianca Reyes
I bury my face in the pillow
While the pillow smothers my dreams
And my dreams devour my heart
But none of this can be seen
When it's covered by my sheets
Shared on Hello Poetry on January 20, 2016. Copywrite under Bianca Reyes.
 Jan 2016 undefined
Melissa S
It is in the way that you
linger there
where
passion and pleasure meet
in liquid air

It is in the way your eyes
take me all in
the fever
ignites
like extracting a firing pin

It is in the way you
kiss me
flying, I soar
leaving a hunger on my lips
needing MORE
 Jan 2016 undefined
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Her love is like turning the tides away from the
Docks at riverside in the afternoons and fighting
Off horrific terrifying fire breathing dragons that
Overwhelmed us in desperate times of weather
Or not this is a fantasy,
Depends on the what you read,
I'm certain that the things I say won't change the fact
That she's a heart of golden pellets in my brain that
Drives me insane,
Driving me to the ends of the earth to meet her standards,
But who needs standards when you have the warm embrace
Of someone holding you and makes firecrackers pop off
In your head when they kiss you,
I guess thats what that boy thought in paper towns,

Hoping that you see me for the creative , simplistic
Caresmatic,  articulate black boy from Florida that
Has no life at all and sees shame in every corner of
Of that aspect, only wanting the best for himself and
His family,

I can sit here all day and talk about how beauty stikes
Power in your soul,
Or do something lame like make memes and continue
To gain self-control,
I'm just an old soul in a teens body putting one foot forward
Each time I console with myself,
Sometimes I can't stand myself,
But with you in the mix we will only prevail.
She's absolutely amazing with everything she does seriously!!! http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/01/cara-delevingne.html
 Jan 2016 undefined
wordvango
with every sorrow I've lived through
If I lied every time I thought I could
with forked tongue would I write now?
Of how the tears we shed although
tried not to those times we should have
let loose with enough tears to break every god
****** dam on earth , flood every plain with salt
shed wept, every river bursting from
her hips every being six foot deep,
if I said everything I ever felt
true, just let it out?
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