arnold-magezi - Hello Poetry

If my thoughts could fly If my thouggts could fly I would travel to new destinations I would fly to places I've never been to. I would fly with my thoughts to a home without fighting. I would think of a mother who believes in me And a father that cares. I would think of a family that supports me. I would fly with my thoughts to world with true love and peace. I would think of a society that doesn't ostracize I would think about the woman who I would grow to love. I would think about her love and perfect flaws But it's all just a figment of my imagination. I wonder what it would be like to soar amongst my cloudy dreams,thoughts and broken promises. The flight would be long and tiring but I would be willing to wait if my thoughts could fly

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC

If my thoughts could fly

If my thoughts could fly If my thouggts could fly I would travel to new destinations I would fly to places I've never been to. I would fly with my thoughts to a home without fighting. I would think of a mother who believes in me And a father that cares. I would think of a family that supports me. I would fly with my thoughts to world with true love and peace. I would think of a society that doesn't ostracize I would think about the woman who I would grow to love. I would think about her love and perfect flaws But it's all just a figment of my imagination. I wonder what it would be like to soar amongst my cloudy dreams,thoughts and broken promises. The flight would be long and tiring but I would be willing to wait if my thoughts could fly

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Up,Up and Away. Swiftly. Like a plane leaves a runway. Like her love disappears. Like a father leaves a home. We leave this place and go Up, Up and Away.

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC

Up,up and away.

Up,Up and Away. Swiftly. Like a plane leaves a runway. Like her love disappears. Like a father leaves a home. We leave this place and go Up, Up and Away.

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Dry leaves, Dark skies. So little promises but so many lies.Maybe she is seeing other men .I want her to touch my skin again Rumor has it that she is coming soon.I can feel her presence encroaching on my expendable solidarity .We used to make love once every blue moon But not anymore and I'm losing my sanity. She pours her hard love onto my aching skin.I have waited for this like a tiger waits for prey. This sweet love tastes like sin. Overindulgence,petrichor and foolish play She leaves me oh so suddenly Or maybe I'm just thinking selfishly. She probably has other men to please She leaves me with nothing but a gentle breeze. So little promises yet so many lies. Wet leaves and Bright skies.

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC

Rainforest

Dry leaves, Dark skies. So little promises but so many lies.Maybe she is seeing other men .I want her to touch my skin again Rumor has it that she is coming soon.I can feel her presence encroaching on my expendable solidarity .We used to make love once every blue moon But not anymore and I'm losing my sanity. She pours her hard love onto my aching skin.I have waited for this like a tiger waits for prey. This sweet love tastes like sin. Overindulgence,petrichor and foolish play She leaves me oh so suddenly Or maybe I'm just thinking selfishly. She probably has other men to please She leaves me with nothing but a gentle breeze. So little promises yet so many lies. Wet leaves and Bright skies.

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It started with the high levels of uncertainty Followed by the flu of broken trust then the cough exploited emotions Next came the fatigue of betrayal She was sick more sick than she had ever been before My words and actions were the antidote to this sickness. The prescription. But instead ,she kept on swallowing the poison her lover fed her. When the poison had kicked ,the "lover" was out of sight She laid in bed terminally sick The next poison her way death

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC

Pharmacist

It started with the high levels of uncertainty Followed by the flu of broken trust then the cough exploited emotions Next came the fatigue of betrayal She was sick more sick than she had ever been before My words and actions were the antidote to this sickness. The prescription. But instead ,she kept on swallowing the poison her lover fed her. When the poison had kicked ,the "lover" was out of sight She laid in bed terminally sick The next poison her way death

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