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 Jul 2015 DaRk IcE
ryn
Lend Me...
 Jul 2015 DaRk IcE
ryn
Lend me your eyes.
So I could fill them
with the bursting stars.
Telling tales of the spellbinding universe,
singing songs of exploding suns...
and of splintering quasars.

Lend me your thoughts.
So that if I may,
write of them.
Fantastical scribbles of love
and praise.
Meticulously lined
and carefully stitched...
with immaculate lace at the hems.

Lend me your breaths.
I'd catch them as they fall...
between the words you would say.
Merging mine with yours...
introducing colour...
and vigour
to my monochromatic world of
black, white and grey.

Lend me your heartbeats...
for mine thumps erratic.
As if beating in silent mock.
I depend on the steadiness in yours.
So they could usurp
the ticks of worldly clocks.

Lend me your hands.
Palms up as a sign,
perhaps as an invitation...
for me to take them.
And maybe...
hopefully fill them...
with mine...
Come here darling
Don’t be afraid
Im here to keep the darkness away
Kisses and hugs
Are wonderful things
I shall give you both so you can laugh and play
A shoulder to cry on
An ear to listen
Patience and love is all you require
Don’t  cry now
Please tell me whats wrong
I can help with tears, that’s all I desire
I am always here dearest one
Don’t stop living
Don’t stop shining
Your time of anxiety is hereby done
My girlfriend needed a lullaby to help with her anxiety. this is what i came up with.
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branches slough the
skin from the moon to be borne
aloft like leaves... gone


haiku
soulsurvivor
(c) 7/30/2015
I've been rather melancholy lately.
sorry it's taking me so long to read....

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 Jul 2015 DaRk IcE
GaryFairy
i can feel spirits of tortured souls
they can crawl right up my spine
they won't let me let the horror go
their suffering is all mine

i can hear voices of murdered dreams
like a ringing in my ears
i ask god why i'm serving screams
i ask why i'm herding fears

i see fingerprints of ****** grips
crimson smudges paint my wall
i write down their troubled scripts
every time those spirits call

audio recording
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I felt a need to repost this because a lot of my poems are well received, but this didn't get much attention. I feel like this fits a lot of poets, and why we write.
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a searing jolt
inside my heart

it was as a rose you
could not resist entering
an errant bee you
flew in

and you kissed
but it was as
a sting

you lost that stinger
in my breast my
love and

i have sent you away

a bee can only sting
once before

it

dies



soulsurvivor
(C) 7/29/2015
A poem for all women who have
been abused in any way.
It is not your fault!
The bee stings. But every time
it does it's SOUL dies
EVERY TIME.

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