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JayceeJellies Nov 2014
Everyone around,
Smothering eachother,
Always talking,
Never stopping to look around..

They share,
Yet focus on fighting,
Not care.
They're people.
JayceeJellies Oct 2014
I'm walkin' around my neighborhood,
Looking at all the different colors,
It's just that kind of October,
Where everything is pretty,
And it can get kind of chilly,
But that's okay,
I'm wearing my sweater today,

And today,
Is the day that I'm gonna see you again..
And I'm nervous,
But I'll be alright,
I'm just feeling my heart race on the inside,
And regardless of the consequences,
I'll be with you tonight,
I'm seeing you tonight.
In this October chill,
We'll feel all the right feels.

I see little kids over across the street,
They kind of remind me of how we use to be,
When we were young,
And life goes on,
And even though it gets scary,
Growing up and all,
We have eachother through the fall.

And today,
Is the day that I'm gonna see you again..
And I'm nervous,
But I'll be alright,
I'm just feeling my heart race on the inside,
And regardless of the consequences,
I'll be with you tonight,
I'm seeing you tonight.
In this October chill,
We'll feel all the right feels.
Molly Mar 2018
the sun and moon
will fill eachother with what they are missing
the lonesome moon now beats the tides
and pulls them in to shore
just as the sun is met by moon, he says,
"I'm very CROSS with you."
they start to laugh as sun throws out his arms
and paints the crescents of his lover on the ground
kellie scranton Jul 2017
We were a strange kind
your mind ignited mine
we grew on eachother like a fertilized vine
& crashed and burned before our time

ours is a tale I long to rewrite
let ink spill out, 7 chapters in a night
regretting words I hissed in spite
forgiving ourselves for ending the fight

I'd start back before I knew your name
slip into to a less polluted time
before I cried after drinking red wine
back when our souls were intertwined

before contracts of our destiny were signed  
before my heart was forced to resign
once upon a time,
I was yours and you were mine
check out more of my poetry on Instagram @dirtyblondepoetry
amme Mar 2018
Isn't it compelling how poems can affect us so emotionally?
I mean sure a picture says more than a thousand words but
watching television only tells us a certain vision.
On the other hand contracting letters must always be spelled right or else there's nothing left to make sense.
I refuse to sign a contract to make cents, although I wouldn't cross swords if the oppertunity presents itself.
Maybe I am contradicting myself but crossing words is just a hobby to me, for now atleast.
I do believe that spelling is like magic spells. We fuse words like a magnet, they either connect to our feelings or repell eachother.
It's confusing sometimes when I get inspired beacasue I'm in spired to cast spells,
yet I can only spell what I've been remotely controlled by the remotecontroll to my limited visions.
I am afraid living.
Have I Lived or have I liveD in reverse and learned to embrace the Devil?
Josh Sep 2018
I’m lost, my location,
Unknown,
All these bad roads I’ve
Been shown,
Trying to lure me away
From home,

But you still found me,
You know how it feels,
Became someone who
I could talk to,

About my struggles,
I don’t always treat you how you,
Truly deserve to be,
But you don’t mind you forgive
And never judge me.
On my darkest days you guide
Me through,
Leading me in this wilderness,

You’re only just discovering it
Yourself, but take me
Along anyways, for I have a
Special place in your
Kind heart, as you do mine,

We long for home,
In search of a place
To call our own,
And along the,
Journey discover,
We’ve found home,
Within eachother.
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