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You ask me what a true poet is
Do you know what I think?
There´s more to a poet
Than their tears and their ink

There is hope on that paper
With dreams in each word
You love then you hate her
Some letters are blurred

There is passion, there´s comfort
A moment preserved in time
Piece of a heart, piece of a soul
Between every line
All of the thoughts that can´t be defined

There is confusion and tension
Happy and fearful days
Not just paper and pencil
But a whole life on that page

There´s sadness, there´s strength
You live and you die
A poet feels content
But then the ink starts to dry
Last one today, promise.
My thoughts on poets, January 2014.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
 Sep 2015 Camron Elliott
Thorn
How do you break up
When he loves you more
But you can't decide
Where your heart really lies
(In both senses of the word)
Why should you decide
When it's HIM who ******* up
But not you
You hope he does the deed
But you want to, too
How can you choose
The answer eludes
And your head spins as you ponder
The terrible question
Him?
Or me?
This was a while ago.
We may fight at times but I love her

Today I helped you fix you're hair and I rembered the way you did my hair every day when I was and I wanted you to do my hair like a  hot airballoon  

you did every day so thank you mama I'll rember thoughts day and be great full for all youve done

Thank you mama 17 years you've loved me so happy birthday mama

You're my mama and I'd never ask for more
Her birthday is actually next weekend but who cares I still love her
I walked the streets,
wishing to hear from you today,
but I see the sad memories as the Adonis open up to cry and pray,
and I remember that I'm just going to slowly fade away,

I was to see a man holding Aster's,
who looked a whole lot like you,
I remembered how you said you loved me,
and then I saw the man pull out flowers as blue as your eyes,

a blue like Anemone for a women,
just as her and my face could show the fading hope,
how she remembered getting Apple Blossom's as a promise from you,
like you had promised to much to keep to me too,

you feel the Bittersweet in the Truth and patients and love you gave,
and you feel Blackthorns stab at you as if it isn't difficult enough,
to forget the pain,
and let the memories fade,

your on your way home,
and you see the bellworths all closed up as if hopelessness is dead,
and the Bittersweet Truth,
is trying to tell you look for the Bellflowers as if he sent you them,

but your heart will learn,
as you race home,
your heart will drop,
when you don't see hee wants to talk to you,

but when you see Butterfly Weeds on your doorstep,
as if he was trying to tell you,
Let Me Go,
when you wanted him to fly back,
Sad flowers to tell a tale about losing someone your good friends with, or just someone you love who doesn't wish to love you anymore.
 Sep 2015 Camron Elliott
alena
Even though I cant hold your hand my love
I can find it in every cup of coffee or tea I hold
And they wonder why I drink them so much
Feeling the heat sear my hands
Like yours do, when I hold them so tight

Even though I cant hear your voice
I can hear you in bits of every song
And they wonder why my headphones are always in
Feeling you in the notes and words

Even if i cant see you, I still feel you in everything
You are why
I liked you first
when I realized that I wanted to be alone
but not as much as I didn't want you to be


I want you near me,
But we are so faraway,
God has a purpose,
I trust in God's plan for us,
His plans are greater than ours.



I keep you dearly,
And safely here in my heart,
When I miss you bad,
Oh I close my eyes and pray,
So soon my king, I'll meet you.




with love <3



© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon <3


Tanka again for you..
Me moossstt !!!
 Sep 2015 Camron Elliott
Lakin
Every cut on my paper heart
bled crimson love for the boy
with scissor hands.
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