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I am in love with you.
I know we can't be together.
I am aware of our ages.

But,

I get jealous.
I don't think anyone is good enough for you.
I think of you as my daughter.
I think you could be my soul mate.

It's complicated,
I try to talk myself into not loving you.

But,

Talk is cheap,
My love is true.
My poetry is not for you.
My heart is.
My words belong to the wind.
Emotions cause this volcano to explode.
A release of rhythm, of prose
Of joys and of pains
Of memories of today.

You are a muse.
That's amusing.
A tempest of a temptress,
Your touch sings maladies on my soul.
A dirge of crystal tears
Reflecting lost hope
Lost love.

This poem is not for you.
Yours is a smile that lightens
This burdensome heathen.
Whilst your scorn leaves new scars
Over old,
Like a worn patchwork cloak,
That no wizard ever wore
But this one dons with the certainty
Of the pious
And the loved.
drink, drank, drunk
into submission,
a fact; death awaits.
inevitability flows into
sanctity
at the end of a six-pack.
Why is the sky blue
When the earth is brown and grey
And black and so dark?
 Apr 2014 BaileyBuckels
Josh Hall
Writ a full report,
This medical miracle,
Is so ******-up in the head!
We'd better take him to an expert,
Maybe they'll understand,
His diagnosis,
Is dead.
He's smoking!
He's drinking!
He's ******* with some girl!
She appears to be a scary *****,
Let the horror-show unfurl!
I prescribe a good vacation,
Maybe just a shrink,
**** it!
Let's send him to a psych-ward,
Drain his blood,
And make him think!
Pubescence is a crime against humanity,
Teens are dead or on the brink,
I won't stop complaining!
Teenagers are crazy,
Drunk,
And blazing,
Tell me again to **** myself,
And you'll watch your blood spill out!
Cry until you die,
Abandoned tear-ducts,
Buy my time.
We've sold our souls to 4 years,
Of razor blades,
And *** online.
Cry!
Cry!
Cry!
Alligator tears abide.
Maybe I'll climb,
Just to jump.
Cross my heart,
Hope to fly!
ugh
 Apr 2014 BaileyBuckels
Josh Hall
I still taste you,
You're traced on my teeth,
These shallow shadows peek in between.
Walk my fine lines,
Fall to a side,
Where I catch you with my lips,
Hands inside your hips.
You gasp when you realize,
Our hearts are cold as ice.
When I warm you up,
Maybe we won't mind.
We're young and confused,
If you win I lose it,
Let's just do it all again!
Look out for the sins we commit,
Your God abandoned me,
And if the shoe fits,
I might just need you,
You know ****-well why!
When we get tongue tied,
We waste their lives!
I won't live my life in their lies.
It's a dark reality,
Kiss you endlessly,
You're alone with me,
Abandoned by reason,
So why are our shirts on?
Extinguish our boredom!
Bite me if you like me!
I won't drop you,
Like my ****** knives,
Get down to your knees girl,
Celebrate a ***** world.
Tell me if you'll smite me,
Sink your fangs in,
Take me for a spin.
When you win,
I'll let you in.
ugh
 Apr 2014 BaileyBuckels
dionne
Inferiority,inferiority and complacency will come ,
Stymie and tremendous shall not be on the way ,
Ten percent of the mind neurologist say we use ,
Ninety locked out of the way and not occupied,
If you really want to flourish think out of the box ,
Press the accelerator up to 180 decrees and go for you life.
She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.
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