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Living for the little thingsLiving for the little things Gazing at the sunburned sky As its puffy red clouds recede To make room for a softly speckled sea With a white island that casts it pale beams On misty waves as they sleepily splash byLiving for the little things
Briskly walking through the cool January air That barely lets the faint fragrance of Not-quite-ripe rose blossoms seep through, As cheeks turn rosy red and Burning breaths make you seem alive
Steeping in the scent of coffee, Surrounded by warm hues And soft melodies that feel like home, Hugged tight in this chair, far from The haz
by ~angel112183
She sits in her darkened roomShe sits in her darkened room The soft glow of the screen reflecting in her innocent eyes Worrying that the golden sand that had seeped through her fingers As she clenched her hands in greed has vanished forever Worrying that the world outside will break her soul That’s growing more fragile with each disappointment, Too scared of swimming in a crowd of foreign faces Too scared of walking up to a friendly one Too scared that stowing away any more sorrows In the corners of her mind will cause her soul to burst, Leaving her only to feel the dull thud of a cold heart in a hollow chest &nShe sits in her darkened room
by ~angel112183
My muse brings soft summerMy muse brings soft summer rain Whose golden-drop kisses search my soul, Peeling back its calloused layers ‘Til they emerge holding high a diamond of purest white That paints the desolate land with its rainbow beamsMy muse brings soft summer
But soon the soft rain passes And I’m left drying in the sun, Awaiting his return as my lips begin to parch And the sea of lilies turns to dust Tears begin to flow, but that is not enough
And my muse brings sticky summer days That usher in a black sea, bursting at the seams Fading the flowers and mixing their bright colors Into an ocean of
by ~angel112183
Vision of headlightsVision of headlights pulling up to my front lawn My heart leapt to my mouth in gasps And pounded so hard my hands trembled As I gingerly turned the front door knob, Cringing as the hinges creaked in disapproval Threatening to wake my parents, sleeping unaware in the next room As I ran out to his car through the November air And shivered as we sped off with smiles of successVision of headlights
Slowly sliding my hand over the plush seat separating us As the music told all our stories And I positioned my legs ever closer to his roving hand
Turned a sympathetic ear to his complaints of
by ~angel112183
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my arms are too weakI had that dream againmy arms are too weak
the one about the sea
the ocean sparkeled azure
you were lying next to me our naked bodies covered
with gentle shards of glass
etching small discomfort
which would force this night to pass I turned your head to face me
and kissed away the tears
I promised no more demons
that I'd protect you from your fears you turned your head away again
said "hold me in your arms"
a million miles away from you
still I can't resist your charms drunk again I hold my own
against invading thoughts
of darkest aparitions stealing
all for which I've fought
by ~spukee
innocence is losti wish i could remember when everything seemed amazing i wish i could go back to when i didn’t have a worry in the world i wish i could feel what it is to have no responsibilities i wish i could be happy againinnocence is lost
i remember playing with my friends and wanting to grow up i wish i could remember the childhood feeling of bliss like the feeling I had on the first day of summer or the feeling of my first kiss
as a child i wanted to be an adult so i could do 'whatever i want' now i wish i was that child so I could do whatever i want &nbs
by ~-tank
everything rememberedEverything Rememberedeverything remembered
A cold December night. A chilling wind. A poet at a loss for words. Mourning the loss of a forgotten memory. A lover with no one to love. A heart lonely, afraid of love. Time stands still but goes rushing by. A song playing a forgotten tune floating on a cold December wind. The ghost of a memory torments the poet who has remembered the words of his finest sonnet. About a bleeding heart broken as time continues to go rushing by.
Michelle Lynn Marquez
Copyright ©2002 Michelle Lynn Marquez
by ~ravenlynn
connectioni had a dream of you today we spoke without touching for hours and it still felt like making love a satisfying crunch a glittering laugh an aura of sweetness and watery smiles dusk and late afternoon sunlight mixed together on the skin of a mermaid whos tail is greener than dew on new grass durring sunrise and later your calluses were memorized by my fingertips as well as the feel of your magick, burning and shimmering like full moonlight on beltane at the witching hour later we did some eskimo kissing then switched to the real thing and as the starbucks patrons gawked inconnection
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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We're going to right the world and live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and the wrists. And love till it hurts maybe, but goddamn girl. Live.
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thank's a lot for the favorite I really appreciate it - I'm sure you know what it means when you know something you wrote actually means something to someone else. I don't write for others, but it's nice when poetry reaches out beyond yourself.
-tank
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it was so sweet!
loves
raVen lYnn
just getting into this whole deviant thing, so it was nice to talk to ya
-ryot
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