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But It Does
You used to watch me dance, Now every time I hear those songs. I think of how you made me feel, Like we were the only people in the world.
By Lucas Kowalchuk8 years ago in Poets
One Meter in Feet
We laugh, share and play together As if the world is the most beautiful little squares in dream We never think how our future will be
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets
Technological Warfare
It's a complex enigma that takes over the world. It's a world that could reach a state of peace. Peace that reaches to the end of the earth.
By Joe Baines8 years ago in Poets
A Sunshine So Cold
A Woman so bold she startled me not in a way that terrified me but shockingly deep in me I saw her darkness so beautifully
By Sinister Pens8 years ago in Poets
It's Love That Stresses Me
My lungs are filled to the brim with smoke, I inhale each one until I choke.But it's love that stresses me. That's why each time I fold, I crumble under this addiction.I feel the minutes with each fixing, to rid of this habit there's one thing I'm missing.Your kiss.To end this feeling it's hard to breathe, when I can't see you my eyes burn because I can't see through the smoke that leaves my lungs.The kiss we never shared leaves me undone.This shred of humanity is left on the brink, each time I miss you it gets harder to think, so instead a new addiction I decide to drink.With each burning gulp my liver dies, what I wouldn't give to look into your eyes.I miss what we had it's so overwhelming, but the truth is, I'm still dwelling on our past experiences what we used to have.I hope these current addictions will help get me through my main addiction, that's missing you.
By Christina Gorican8 years ago in Poets
Hellfire and Kindness
My world is one of black and white. Of good and evil. My world is after mankind's destruction. Sobs and hysteria echo about the empty valleys and cities now where there was once endless noise, a mixture of good and bad and anywhere in between. Laughter is rarely heard and when it is, it is looked down upon with terror as if the very idea or thought, or sound of joy might bring more devastation to the surface of our world.
By Hope Martin8 years ago in Fiction
N o s t a l g i a
I'm walking and the sky, It's walking with me. The clouds keep the space Between us sacred. The residue of dawn, Leaves behind a melody.
By VER MINION8 years ago in Poets
Expectant
I remember the first year we tried. It was daunting but we were untouchable, outshining gold. Life was prime and existence was ripe with favor and chances. It's been 20 years since the first try. But our dream of you never died. Every corner we turned, everywhere we looked you belonged to someone else. We thought we'd had you two years before but you slipped away and failure mocked us again. On cue, a divine voice would assure us in the interim, "You will overcome. There will be a successful again."
By Pamela Benjamin8 years ago in Poets