Innocence

When they start to see what's written between the lines
When they concern themselves with the opinions of others
When they become self-conscious
When they go with the crowd
When they watch someone die
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Say It

Should I say it?
Should I wait?
My feelings flow quite easily,
but these questions are much harder.

God knows it's a sin to dare say it first,
but I can't help and almost say it
every time we say goodbye.
I know that's probably really bad,
but I don't care
Because with you....
no one compares.
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New York, New York

The harbor of New York
Was testing my faith…
So I waited…
And I waited…
The fame was not
Worth the wait.

Wall Street lied to me
Every chance it could take
So here I am,
In the financial district,
Crying outside a bank.

New York will shape you…
But then, can you escape it?
This place can be a prison,
But where isn’t,
If you make it?

You can love the Empire
Or you can loathe it.
The fortunate have robbed us,
And I will not choose
To ignore it.

You can fault the business man
As you can fault Lucifer…
So New York, New York,
Cry me a river…

Rather than a lake of fire.

by sainttrevoroftheinternet

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Apollo

I’m sorry for all the times
When I haven’t made you happy.
I’ve tried, my love…
But oh so wrong,
Because you hate it when I’m sappy.
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Flow

Straight, rigid lines,

Cutting deep borders,

Slicing and distributing

Neat little pieces of land.
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Taking Back the Night

We soldiered on,in cropped tops and torn jeans,
wielding soggy cigarettes
and shooting thin wisps of smoke in the dark.
Exposed are the small of our backs,
the length of our arms,
the sides of our breasts
to the passionate lover that is the night.
The rain is kissing and biting,fast and hard
while the cold leave sweet painful lashes
on our bare pale skin.
They do not bother us anymore,
we are used to the endless list of lovers
who has made their mark on our skin
but are gone before they could even fade.
There is nothing to do except bow our heads
and shake them off hoping that our mascara won’t smear.

By crazycutlady

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A user submitted poem by "heldinhishands"

this darkness behind my eyes
cannot be contained.
I am haunted with
questions of beauty
and why mine refuses
to be unveiled.
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I Wish

I wish I could fly without any wings.

I'm always falling in my dreams.


By Lori Callahn

Harmonic Resonance

Have you looked
Into the eye of a butterfly?
I have...
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