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throw me in the landfill. by DessertsAreStressed, literature
Literature
throw me in the landfill.
I hate you.
I honest-to-God hate you.
But you're so
Unhateable.
You could do whatever,
Throw me in a landfill
Leave me at the alter,
And I would forgive you.
Do me a favor,
Kiss me.
Let it linger.
Let it last.
Don't let me love it.
I love you too much,
I need to hate you.
Let me die in your arms.
Let me fade away in your company
Let me go.
Let me free
I'm begging you.
Let me go
Make me hate you
Make me love you
Anything.
This.
Is.
Torturous.
Electricity sparks in me
Am I the only one who feels it?
Yes.
I am alone in this
Aren't I?
Moth by rrbb1313, literature
Literature
Moth
I'm caught up in the funny
accent, and the rugged
goatee: blonde,
bleached blonde.
A smile wide and
White, straight teeth,
Illuminated dully in the
Overhead lights.
School is dull.
And yet, again, I find myself
Frowning, in something like
embarrassment at the
glare of your green eyes
on me, your face
too close for comfort,
I believe.
There is something like
Amusement
In your eyes, taunting
subtly, as you laugh
Out loud.
Such charm is
Intimidating,
Captivating,
Seldom seen,
Enough to draw the
Moths out
Of hiding.
Am I a moth?
Dear God,
I hope not.
The Smell of Freshly Laid Rain by sometimesmaybeme, literature
Literature
The Smell of Freshly Laid Rain
the smell of freshly laid rain
blossoms as you inhale
it cuts deep
dissolving the headache from
too much caffeine
or too little
it clears your mind
and ignites your sense
as you feel it curling your hair
you open your lungs wide
and breathe deep
and cough as it tickles the
bottom of your chest
buried down below
closing your eyes
you bathe in it
the steam of your breath
screaming to the clouds
opening wider
your soul is washed
and you are reborn
Broken Love Song by SilverWynd, literature
Literature
Broken Love Song
He sang a broken love song
another melancholy Autumn day,
the lone bird flew away, so long.
The wind braces me to be strong
like fallen leaves I dream of slipping away,
he sang a broken love song.
His fragile beauty was so wrong
yet silently I wished he could stay,
the lone bird flew away, so long.
Thunder claps like a gong
while in the rain to and fro I sway,
he sang a broken love song.
In the cage of my heart he did not belong
I watched him disappear in skies so gray,
the lone bird flew away, so long.
Why this agony do I prolong?
the bitterness of my soul in decay
he sang a broken love song,
the lone bird flew away,
Gardens Of Time by ReinaHW, literature
Literature
Gardens Of Time
Echoes of laughter
Between time and memory are the gardens of time, gardens that are of any shape and form, of any kind. They exist beyond our concept of existence and echoes reside there.
Echoes of the past, the present and the future that lived, live now and will live. Laughter, tears, dreams, hopes and so much more remain in those gardens, those gardens of time.
Echoes of tears
Imprints of ourselves are formed from the most strongest of emotions, even if that emotion is not a happy one, it still leaves an imprint that go to the gardens and may also appear outside of the gardens in the form of spirits and ghosts, or orbs of light.
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The Wolf by RavenCloud, literature
Literature
The Wolf
Eternal guardian of the forest
Whose pale eyes glow from the shadows
Running with the wind, fluid and sleek
Your fangs alone make the law
With the stars reflecting off your coat
Of burnished silver fire
Your ears are alert and forward
As a howl echos in the distance
Standing alone, watching through the night
As the moon travels the path of the sky
Unknown, unseen, but forever needed
Wolf...protector of the forest
Protect the weak, join the strong
Pass the birthright to your young
Wolf...guardian of the forest
May you always remain eternal
