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Love
   Ove
      Ve
         E
Life
  Ife
    Fe
        E
Live
  Ive
    Ve
       E
Free
  Ree
    Ee
      E
Be
  E
Happy
  Appy
    Ppy
      Py
        Y
A little over 1 month since my 500th write
I’ve written another 100 poems
This is crazy and out of sight
How does my mind work, you ask?
I can’t explain
I gather a word or thought and let my brainwaves make a change
It’s usually on the spot, raw and unedited
Sometimes doesn’t make sense or does it?
My mind works in mysterious ways
Sometimes I surprise myself some days
I hope you enjoy my writings I create
I have now over 600 poems to date...
Using the perfect words of description
Slowly falling into place
Creative juices pouring out
Motion in the poetry world
Daily descriptions traveling through your mind....
      Masterpieces have been exposed
The tiniest of paper cuts
Are just skin deep
But yet hurt the most....
One side                One side
M                             L
O                             O
N                             V
S                              E
T                             ­ R
E
R
When both sides connect
         M            L
                 O    
       V                 N
            E                    S
               R           T
        
     You can create many different words to express yourself and how your mind works

Monster and lovers are one in the same
Great big heart either way
A carnival of rides moving vastly though your heads
Making the decisions to stop unexpectedly or smooth sailing through the bumps and cracks
Either way monster (which is not a bad thing)
Can be connected to lover ( also not a bad thing)
And create something spectacular and beautiful
Running on top of water may seem impossible
Until you believe in yourself
Until then you may tread water
Or sink to the bottom...
         Your call...
Close your eyes

Your world, not extending
beyond the soft quilt under
your skin, unending


Soft ripples of cloth, and picturesque seams
Nothing here but
You, me, the sky, and soft dreams

I'll reach up and take the stars from the sky
If only to lay them at your feet
to place them in your hands
to bring light into those glazed eyes
or give a glow to a world so bland

and each one would be folded
into a beautiful origami castle
I, the lord, and you, the vassal
Or perhaps me as the king
and you as a queen, whichever
My gentle playmate.. which one is better?

I'm a majestic creature of the sky
You're an empty-faced child on a quilt
Each star shall be used as a stepping stone
so I might meet you in the place I built


Let us meet, as lovers, or
at least equals
on this starry floor
And your body falls into each soft fold
It's here, right here, that I can hold
you close, keep you safe and warm
so you, from the rest of the world
I'll withhold

Consider this a "romantic poem".. but not about me! Actually, this is a story I've sort of written. :)

Hmm, let me try to describe it. A little girl living in a world all her own, a world that's nothing more than an empty quilt with an endless sky. Above her, lives a sort of "sky-creature" and he happens to be in love with her, so he builds her a castle of stars.
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