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elizabethgw
elizabethgw
Those who write experience a freedom expressed in words that are birthed from their soul.
Your words become waves As they gently kiss the barriers of my mind, I've always admired the stillness of the ocean As it carries cowardly sailors back to shore, For the depths of my ocean dehydrates weak minds And drowns those who swim with closed eyes, But I like how your words tip toe when you speak I often wonder about the fragile thoughts your lips will never mutter, But I will remain wading For the day you'll skinny dip Your way into my ocean, Till then I'll admire your presence On your midnight walks as you visit my shore.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Sunset
He sent me to another place, A place of nirvana Still and peaceful But still affectionate Such a pleasurable experience Lost in a mystery Wondering what he was thinking Cause my mind is stuck in a singular opinion That all this is for the surface gain than a deeper reasoning He is a special soul Deeply crafted And I'd love to one day enter the centre of his deepest thoughts But I don't think he will want to feel my troubled soul I lay on his chest, listening to the racing beat as I cherish the small infinity with me. I wished it was longer And I wish I could have entered his mind just to watch the various thoughts go by. Was he just thinking of my curves or was he more devoted to wanting to make a deeper connection I didnt know, but I wanted to I still do But maybe that night is all him and I get together.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Untitled
Now I feel what the lyrics mean Now I understand the emotions behind the poetry Now I've defined the art by the artists Now my heart sings in time with the violins Now I have become a reflection of the girl you in movies Who loved and lost And has to let it go Since he has moved on Now I understand there are unsaid prayers through tears The agony of wanting what someone  now has Of loosing what someone has just found Of missing But now I start to find God I find comfort and love Now I seek God Now I find the meaning of life Now I see the light at the end of the tunnel Me darkness and light all happen now Now
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
Now
Be the good woman that is hard to find And worth much more than diamonds. Proverbs 31:10
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Good woman
I am not a poet Just a complicated passionate soul. Each word I write is an extract from my heart You don't need to understand Just feel my heartbeat..
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Not a poet
I speak words You don't understand A language of mysteries From readings of my hand I speak of a future You speak of a past I speak of a freedom You speak of a prison I speak of happiness You speak of a depression I speak words of life and I live You speak words of death and you die yet still breath
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
I speak
I fell in love with him But he wasn't ready for that. Wasn't ready for me. Wasn't ready for love. Then a few years later He fell in love with me. But I wasn't ready for that. Wasn't ready for him . Wasn't ready for love .
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
What goes around...came around
Skin intimately kissed by the golden sun to a permanent brown tan, Not olive but brown like the chocolate that melts softly on your tongue Brown like the sugar that sweetens your tea just right With ***** hair that refuses to stay down It radiates and bounces up with a frizz and a twist with a spin like a dance Yes I dance because I'm proud to be a black girl Created imperfectly perfect by the artwork of God
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Black girl
I've lost the key that opens the door to my heart, It's like a painter painting without a brush to an incomplete piece of art. Like a bird singing a song that cannot be heard Like a poet writing poetry without a single word It is the complexity that creates the confusion Its Missing the flame that lights the spark to create a fusion. The thief is known to come in the night time But his not a thief but someone I used to call mine I guess you could say he stole a piece of me But he didn't I made the key and handed my heart for free We danced to a song that only our souls could hear Then he became out of rhythm and made me shed a tear Since I knew his song had found a knew singer So when he left I hoped he will return making me the jackpot winner But he comes and then he go's And now I feel his warm breeze that keeps me froze So I light the candle in the darkness he created I search through all the men I have previously dated But there is no one I find but him That can create fire inside when the match is dim When he reappears he takes my heart to dance We take two steps forward and I give him another chance Then two step backwards while I'm Lost in his dark eyes And in them I see the missing key to my jackpot prize
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Missing the key
We all have our thorns in our roses. Whereas some still produce the perfected sweet scent, Some wither away if broken from the roots of their growth
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
Roses