RoseandDagger

Your voice sounds like an angel
  Your voice sounds like a bird
  Your voice sounds like a spirit
  Your voice sounds like the Eve
But when you shout to your husband
your voice reminds me of a nasty baby

by Mrs Ivashkov

The Brightest Star

Is me
Hidden under the sun's shine
No moon appears
No moon can find
someone's willing eyes

Is me
Living next door
Living inside
the soul of a poor
Help, my passion subsides

Is me
The one who despairingly fights
to find the unique
before beauty dies
and someone to kiss my cheek

Is me
Looking for my place
Not gone too far
Need to tie my lace
I lost my path

Is me
Not much time left
I must hurry for my deeds
Have to fulfill my heart's bequest
before it bleeds

Is me 
Who will conquer the world
and my clothes will be made of light
I will be myself's lord
because then i am going to be bright

~Xenitidou Panagiota

My Burden

My love is a four-headed rose, what a monstrous beauty!

My love is a chaotic radio, I just can't mute it.

My love is a cold cup of tea, that everyone despises.

My love is an autonomous jukebox, always full of surprises.

That's what the people who don't know

whispered about me in the backseat of the train.

Luckily, they don't know that

My love is my heart's heavy burden, that makes me sink.

My love is a bird with no wings, that can't fly because it's sick.

My love is an abandoned library and its selves are filled with dust.

My love is a crying clown, that can't get rid of his mask.

My love is a well-locked trunk

and the key is burnt and broken

but I'm still waiting for

somebody to unlock it.

Maggie

My love for you

 My love for you is like a phalaenopsis

 My love for you is like an orchid that only needs care to  survive

 My love for you is like a child that only seeks for attention

 My love for you is like a distant star begging to be seen

 But your love was only absorbing mine.

 by Ioanna and M.Kar

My room is a wild jungle with books lying around.
My room is a wild jungle with clothes scattered everywhere.
My room is a wild jungle, where imagination lingers leisurely.
My room is a wild jungle, where my deepest secrets find a safe haven.
This is the only place where everything is in place
and whenever i come in, i know i am where i should be.
Because this wild jungle, which i call my room,
is my sanctuary.

2old4this

My room is a wild jungle,
Piles of clothes are everywhere,
Empty mugs and coffee stains are lying here and there.

My room is a wild jungle,
Filled with secrets and mysteries that no one can know about,
With its pink walls resembling the warm November sunsets.

My room is a wild jungle, 
and so is my head.

N.K.

A love from heaven

                                   My love is a four-headed rose.

                        My love is a song of a bird.

                        My love is the rise of the sun.

                                                   

                        My love is the brightest star.

                       

                        My love is the flattering of an angel.

                        My love is a blooming garden.

                        My love is a laugh of a child.

                 

             My love is the most beautiful as it looks like you.

          

                                                                           Maria Karl.

Welcome Home

My heart pops out of pleasure

My heart skips a beat

My heart makes front flips on the trampoline

It is the conductor and my tail the wooden stick!

But you pass me with dispassion and without a little treat…

-G.K

Their countenance is sharp like knife

Their countenance is sharp like a blade

Their countenance sharp like the old shade

Their countenance is scary like a ghost

Their countenance makes me feel dizzy

Their countenance makes me feel like a stranger

And thus I vanish like a vapor

By N.P

The Mystery

My mind is like a maze
you’ll never get to see.
My mind is like a gaze
you’re tossing at the sea.
My mind is like a flower
you’re dying to devour.
My mind is like a thread
hanging from your bed.

To think of my mind so foolishly,
as if it were yours exclusively,
that I should’ve never decided
but, alas, I was so blinded
by your dark twisted manner –
My mind was running like a runner.

- The Daydreamer

The Pantry

The pantry is a cage holding food together

The pantry is a cage holding thoughts together

The pantry is a cage holding me together

The pantry is a cage, inside my home.

Inside the pantry, love is like hate

Inside the pantry, I'm the one to blame

Inside the pantry, everything feels safe

Inside the pantry, my head aches no more.

The pantry is filled with exotic aromas

The pantry is filled with pain

The pantry is filled with a dead girl's body

The pantry is covered in blood.

By Sini

(Inspired by Stephen King's Under the Dome)