StephenSean - Hello Poetry

Two things can become one to create a whole so vastly beautiful it's almost beyond comprehension. To me That's you and poetry. Simply so extravagant and lovely that all things pale in comparison. You are poetry Skin like gossamer Eyes like sapphires Lips like autumn roses refusing to wilt and bend to winters will. Each part of you is a word compiled to create the perfect poem. With you my writers heart is home.

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Oct 6, 2016

Oct 6, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC

You are poetry

Two things can become one to create a whole so vastly beautiful it's almost beyond comprehension. To me That's you and poetry. Simply so extravagant and lovely that all things pale in comparison. You are poetry Skin like gossamer Eyes like sapphires Lips like autumn roses refusing to wilt and bend to winters will. Each part of you is a word compiled to create the perfect poem. With you my writers heart is home.

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I will whisper words in the wind And pray that they are carried to you on the backs of autumn leaves. I will whisper words in the wind And pray that you'd be reminded of me whenever you see these dying trees.

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC

Dying trees

I will whisper words in the wind And pray that they are carried to you on the backs of autumn leaves. I will whisper words in the wind And pray that you'd be reminded of me whenever you see these dying trees.

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You are the living embodiment of spring, bringing to life what winter took away.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC

Spring

You are the living embodiment of spring, bringing to life what winter took away.

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I spend my days ***** Ink running from my fingertips. Spilling the blackness of my soul over your paper thin skin every written sin sinking within you. Can you withstand my words Tearing at your flesh like a natural disaster tempting your heart to beat faster, forcing you to see the storm in my eyes. Unmasking the darkness I fantasize.

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Aug 4, 2016

Aug 4, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC

Days *****

I spend my days ***** Ink running from my fingertips. Spilling the blackness of my soul over your paper thin skin every written sin sinking within you. Can you withstand my words Tearing at your flesh like a natural disaster tempting your heart to beat faster, forcing you to see the storm in my eyes. Unmasking the darkness I fantasize.

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I'm running out of lullaby's darling I can't silence these screams anymore. I can't stop these terrors. These everlasting horrors. Screeching, scratching, clawing at your door Desperate to drag you into hell forever more Your blankets aren't barbed darling. Don't use them for safety Peek over those caring covers... Accept your dance with death For tonight you both become lovers Tip toe through the reaper's mist darling Walk through the splintered trail of those before you Leave your story on blood stained wooden floors The black veiled saviour with a scythe Who saved you from your horrid life.

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC

Saviour with a scythe

I'm running out of lullaby's darling I can't silence these screams anymore. I can't stop these terrors. These everlasting horrors. Screeching, scratching, clawing at your door Desperate to drag you into hell forever more Your blankets aren't barbed darling. Don't use them for safety Peek over those caring covers... Accept your dance with death For tonight you both become lovers Tip toe through the reaper's mist darling Walk through the splintered trail of those before you Leave your story on blood stained wooden floors The black veiled saviour with a scythe Who saved you from your horrid life.

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What combination of words equals beauty. What poem or sonnet could change the world we see. If imagination is endless and we are truly free. Why can't I break the chains that bind me. Deep into that darkness peering Long I'll stand wondering but never fearing. My mouth will not be a prison for words that my mind has condemned My hand will not be stayed or swayed to withhold the writing that refuses to be said My statements will be bold and my questions will go unanswered. Unanswered yet people will know they have been asked as if political correctness was murdered. I will be charged and found guilty But I will break the chains that bind me

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC

Chains

What combination of words equals beauty. What poem or sonnet could change the world we see. If imagination is endless and we are truly free. Why can't I break the chains that bind me. Deep into that darkness peering Long I'll stand wondering but never fearing. My mouth will not be a prison for words that my mind has condemned My hand will not be stayed or swayed to withhold the writing that refuses to be said My statements will be bold and my questions will go unanswered. Unanswered yet people will know they have been asked as if political correctness was murdered. I will be charged and found guilty But I will break the chains that bind me

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Come with me darling Let's leave this place behind Let's pack up everything and go It's just a little cliché I know. So let's leave without our sanity. And swallow cyanide at afternoon tea.

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC

Suicide at tea time

Come with me darling Let's leave this place behind Let's pack up everything and go It's just a little cliché I know. So let's leave without our sanity. And swallow cyanide at afternoon tea.

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take the words right out of me. Suffer through my thoughts so easily. Engrave my words into your skin for an eternity. Listen to my somber stories bordering on insanity. Understand me when I've lost faith in humanity. Forever close to me. My human diary.

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC

My human diary.

take the words right out of me. Suffer through my thoughts so easily. Engrave my words into your skin for an eternity. Listen to my somber stories bordering on insanity. Understand me when I've lost faith in humanity. Forever close to me. My human diary.

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