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 Dec 2014 syd
Sonam Ahuja
Word has it
I lost my heart
With you, my resolve was torn apart
Take my hand and draw me out
Be my oasis in this dismal drought
Find the pieces of my broken soul
Lost in the void of a black hole
of despair and deceit,
of lying and cheat

So cast your spell and bind me in
I have been waiting too long to begin
this game of love, of life, of lust.
Everything I knew before has turned to dust
Now it’s just me, ashes in form
Chasing ghosts of people unknown
Make me rise for I want to fall
I wish to gamble and lose it all
again
and again
and again because
It's YOU.
 Dec 2014 syd
Stefan Smith
It's when,
My heartbeat
Follows yours
As i enter your presence.
That's when,
I capture the essence.
 Dec 2014 syd
emma
nothing poetic
 Dec 2014 syd
emma
I'm looking for a poem to tell me why my heart is broken into a million pieces. I'm looking for someone to compare all of the ways he didn't love me into a rose and how even when it turns black with death, its still lovely. There are not words that could make my phones silence easier. I'm alone tonight and he's probably thinking about someone else. Theres nothing poetic about that.
 Dec 2014 syd
Chris Thomas
Must I lay and wait here scheming,
While the world can drift off dreaming,
Of days filled with love and feeling.
I just glare up at the ceiling.

How I wish I could be sleeping,  
The clock ticks on, still time keeping.
Cars outside, horns are beeping,
Exasperated, almost weeping.

All the helplessness I'm feeling,
Devoid of reason and of meaning.
Oh I'd find it so appealing,
If I could just lay here dreaming.
 Dec 2014 syd
Adam Carraway
Allow me to open up my mind
For it will only take a moment
Just a second of your time

To spin a tale
Of woe and love
That I know all too well

For you see
This mind of mine
It’s really quite special
But you really wouldn't know it
For it’s not safe for me to show it

For life
For love
For death
For blood

It’s really all the same to me
And I can’t ignore my sinister deed
I hear it calling

Beckoning...

Just for one quick *killing
Just the beginning, perhaps, of a glimpse into something many people all too often misunderstand
 Dec 2014 syd
Emmy
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 Dec 2014 syd
Emmy
I miss your wrists;
and the way they unhinge
at the cliff edge of my shoulders.
I miss standing breath to breath,
close enough to feel your heart
making music against my chest.

— The End —