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Zell Jul 2017
Could it be that our souls have already stumbled upon each other in another existence? One which sets no boundaries and requires no certain standard of love. For there is a sweet familiarity in the flow of your sentences and the heavenly scent of your perfume which lingered even when you’re not around. Maybe too familiar. That even the slightest touch of a hand in the most unexpected moments sends a feeling of connection as though i’ve known you for so long and yet the heavens forbid us to recall.
© 2017 D.A. Barreras
acm Sep 10
you know how they always say things, like:
what goes around comes around
karma, *****!
/good things come to those who wait/ ?

well, unfortunately
i'm here to report
that sometimes,
you just get colon cancer instead.
Joy B Sep 11
I know I’m never best
Not even second best
But when you use me like that
When I’m your toy that you play with for a while
At least until something better comes along

                          I guess I’m more useful than I thought.
Jaycee Nov 2014
She comes over for the night,
She seems to be alright.
I'm not sure if I like her yet,
But that doesn't seem to matter,
She's just that close to my sister.

She started to stay over on school nights,
Something just wasn't right.
Soon enough she never left,
I began to feel like I was being replaced.

I'm not trying to sound selfish,
And no I'm not jealous.
But I am confused,
Why are you telling me this unfortunate news?

She hasn't left for weeks.
I'm sick of being the subject of greed.
I want my family back.
Just tell me that she'll eventually leave.

I'm now starting to feel neglected.
I've been replaced in every way I had imagined.
But you don't seem to see it that way.
I don't think the girl is leaving any time soon.
Dolores Jul 17
A wonderful concert has just begun -
The crickets play in the long grass
On sonorous maracas.

Hundreds of musicians, and one,
Deeply moved spectator, sat there
And cried as he heard the despair.

It came with a rude gust of wind
Which broke branches and tore up leaves,
But with no roots harmed - naught achieves.

So the spectator, quite chagrined,
Listens to them with little hope
That he will not suffer or *****.

The crickets could not help but cry
And whispered under the grey sky:
"The fate is cruel, you soon will die..."
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