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 Jul 2016 erin walts
kyle Shirley
When you truly love someone, you find the definition of love...

Love is a abyss, an object with great force, unseen but felt. Weighting deeply on you with such mass, its endless.

When you fall in love, hope that you fall into an abyss, and never stop falling for them.
Today I followed a butterfly,
It led me to a wasp's nest*

-Kaya
 Jun 2016 erin walts
woolgather
Transparent or stained,
The choice is yours to make.
Either pristine or grand,
It always seemed adamant;
Yet one slip away it shatters.
Your perfect piece, ruined.
Your image, destroyed.
Sudden scattering;

Piece

By

Piece.

Hold

Carelessly,

Wou­nd

Your
self

Pro
fuse
ly.

Put

It

To
ge
t­her

Again,

Watch yourself fail miserably.

Look

At

Your

Effort

Crumble.

Sulk
­
At

Your

Own

Foo
lish
ness.

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Glue ain't helping you honey
sometime it is
in the act of writing
that we create the sense
of what we want to say

as if the process of articulation
    when we are fishing for the proper words
is generating meaning
inventing itself in its own genesis

leaving the poet amazed

sometimes even the readers
Will this be on the test?
Is it what I need to know?
Will not knowing it affect my grade?
Where does the heading go?

I’ll never use this, ever! grrr…
It’s such a waste of time!
It just that it’s so pointless
Like nonalcoholic wine! eek!

I’d rather clean the toilet…
I’d rather eat a worm!
Than study all this foolishness
But I have to pass this term!
all about studying for a chemistry test(I used to teach chemistry), from the student's point of view.  I'm posting the same scenario from the teacher's point in my next submission.  hope you can relate and enjoy.
Oh, what is life?
Is it but meat and bread?
Or is it but your bones and flesh?
Oh, if I cannot love
am I not but a mechanical thing?
And I harsh dry wind
would blow over lifeless
desert lands
within my soul.
Oh, I would but be a shadow
of the man that I am.
Oh, how you give such life
to my soul.
When you hold me
in your loving arms
and kiss my hungry lips
that so hunger for the love you give
then my soul
becomes like a lush garden.
As lush and fragrant
as the Garden of Eden
when the earth was young and new.
Oh, how you give life to my soul!
Oh, you fill my mind and body and soul
with a life so overflowing
that the bonds
of this poor mortal coil
cannot contain all my immortal passion.
Oh, my love for you is an eternal flame
that burns in the very center of my being.
And every fiber of me
sings you a love song.
For my heart is forever yours
as though it beats
with your blood
and not mine.
Oh, this love is an ever burning thing!
An ever burning thing
that will not let me rest
till I am forever
in your warm and loving arms
and safe within your love.
And my soul is forever burning
in my passion for you.
that drives me forever on
to win your love
or die in the shadows
of a loveless existence.
Oh, I seek the eternal blessing
of love within your arms.
For I know
there is no life without your love.
For as breath is to the body
so is your love ever to my soul.
And all the wealth of this world
can never outweigh
all the riches
I find in the love
that I seek from you.
Oh, how this heart
within my mortal coil
forever beats its love song
to you
for as long as forever
shall live.
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