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- haiku. at allpoetry
ties. - Ffrind Gorau. at allpoetry
.. - Chasing Giants (unfinished) at allpoetry
Looking up I can see a million arid branches, mourning the end of summer as tiny tears of rain fall to the g - sheep in sheep's clothing. at allpoetry
these are the ties that we make, the relationships we are pertaining to have, there is lust raging behind computer screens being translated through keyboards and double clicks. / this is our generation, we are falling - post-it notes and plastic humans. at allpoetry
She had always loved him, the way he could always make her smile with nothing more than a minute of his time. Acting just how he wanted, never dressing to impress. Listening to music he lov - Spring/Summer Collection. at allpoetry
The windows are closed and the heat hurts my stomach, / The old man on the bus harps on about his life, / And I listen and nod and pretend that I care. / The boy with the smile does w - bet everything kings are hiding. at allpoetry
Tonight we drive in cars we built / from empty egg boxes and cartons of milk, / We are alive with the wind in our hair, / and the traffic is slow but we drive without care. / - sinner. at allpoetry
my sin is your skin, / riddled with perfection. / every pore drawing me in. / my sin is your breath, / warm on my lips, / the smell of alcohol forcing me to inhale. - isle of you. at allpoetry
i'm simply leaving everything / open for / you. / systematic failure / of the senses, / tonight / i am unaware. / you, delicious fiend, / may tempt m - Empty Heads and Internet Dating. at allpoetry
Lift love from back seats,
And QWERTY keys, - Kochać at allpoetry
The sky is blushing
at the sun's goodnight kiss, - [ I cherish every syllable ] at allpoetry
I cherish every syllable
from feigning lips. - Cells. at allpoetry
A single cell will tell the difference,
my mother of blue, - Bracken. at allpoetry
A poem inspired by this quote.
"Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree, it hasn't rained in years"
- LAST DAYS (Revised format) at allpoetry
Bony fingers tug heartstrings taut,
Strumming promises of forevers together. - When I was nine. at allpoetry
When I breath in it smells
like swimming pools - Stained. at allpoetry
She lies awake, crying.
I can hear her. - Standard Disbelief. at allpoetry
I never believed in truth, in trust,
Cynicism i - Going, Going, Gone. at allpoetry
Dear Lover.
I am sorry I lost her. - Prologue To Living Excerpt. at allpoetry
let him in.
he is the only sensible human being on this planet. - Asbestro Heart Strings. at allpoetry
Draw a line around myself to form the shape of another.
Tonight I wont be alone. Tonight I will be with my chalk line boy.
