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the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Mar 2014 Grace Pickard
Molly
I am trying to write a poem
about the way stars shine
but I keep realizing
that what we call stars
is really only light,

and I am trying to write a poem
that isn't about you
but I keep realizing
that what I thought of as you
was only the parts you cared to show,

and I am trying to believe in magic
and miracles
but I keep realizing
that I am only wishing on light
and the word love has a definition that fits in the dictionary.
No offense to Neil, I love Cosmos, the universe is ******* cool. Not magic. But cool.
 Mar 2014 Grace Pickard
Molly
I.
If a boy teases you,
he is a ****.
Stand up for yourself.

II.
It is entirely acceptable
to wear brown with black
and silver with gold.

III.**
If it is three a.m.
and you still don't understand the quadratic formula,
go to bed.

IV.
When you get your heart broken
(and you definitely will),
ask yourself if they are worth crying over.

V.
By all means,
whenever there is rain,
go outside.

VI.
You are not a girl,
you are a person.
Behave as such.

VII.
Dress however you want.
Dye your hair unnatural colors.
Wear men's clothing.

VIII.
Have seconds.
Eat dessert.
Eat second dessert.

IX.
Love until it hurts,
and then ask yourself
if it is still worth it.

X.
Always be truthful,
gentle,
and fearless.
"I'll wait for you,"
when we were kids,
you had said.

But Jack's still comatose
and Jill is dead.

You never came.
 Mar 2014 Grace Pickard
TinaMarie
Won't you,
          Come sit down beside me
Hold me,
          Love me,
                    and set me free

I've waited so long for you
Kept careful watch for you
Got my sights now set on you
Just need one thing from you

Won't you,
          Come sit down beside me
Hold me,
          Love me,
                    and set me free

Come get lost with me
Escape from this world with me
Merge into one with me
Release and be free with me

Won't you,
          Come sit down beside me
Hold me,
          Love me,
                    and set me free

There's a life that awaits us two
A life prepared for me and you
A life that's destined to exist
A life that begins with just one kiss

So...

Won't you,
          Come sit down beside me
Hold me,
          Love me,
                    and set me free*

©Tina Thompson
i wanted to erase all of it. .

Removing tear sick about you. .

About someone who never hurt me. .

About someone who always erase any hopes. .



You came uninvited,

Prints memories for the sake of memories,

Leaving a footrest without meaning,

Which makes me think it is just an illusion. .

But it does not mean,

Like an old paper, burned by fire.



If you understand,

That existence means to me,

like the sun is always shining on the earth pobud,

But that was then,

Long before you leave the self alone,
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