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The Science of Libido
Two dimensions Heat intensifying Touching, colliding, and slamming together like electrons wanting to be shared Waves of energy exerted in intervals
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Leading up to this moment, Days felt like hours, Hours felt like minutes, Minutes felt like seconds. But sitting in this white room,
Natalie RileyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAchieve a Dream
When you sleep, you're automatically shopping. For things you desire, you're never stopping. But these things do not cost gold.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken Music Box
My heart is crying, the words you said to me Still clear as the tears falling down my face. I can't believe it was just yesterday
Elizabeth MustainPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn Life
What do you do when things bother you most? You keep pushing, trying but still you keep struggling, keep saying to yourself "Things have to get better."
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLive On
We are here today, Gone tomorrow. Lifes too short, To sit and wonder. People come, And people go. Open your wings, And begin to soar.
Alisha CasteelPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLight to the Flame.... Letters to Him
She sees him in her dreams, his touch haunts her soul. She can feel the remnants of his soul when they are apart. No one is supposed to make her feel this way, she didn't give him permission. He hides his emotions through fears, and she hides emotions in her notebook. His stares frighten her, it's as if she can see the window to his soul, it is almost if it was destined, if there is such a thing. No matter how far they try to run, their souls are like magnets, pulling the two to connect. Could it be, if they both drop their fears, and love themselves unconditionally, that's only when their flames can become one? For she is him, and he is her, their hearts beat in sync, longing to return to its rightful owner. When one is lost the other is lost too, their hurt, and pain reflect each other, but one is too blind to see this.
Kimberly "NaturallyImperfected" GordonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHumanity
People walking by, They don't look me in the eyes Is this how it's meant to be, we all have eyes but we can't see We close our eyes and dream
Syndie SeekerPublished 7 years ago in Poets