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 Jan 2019 Mister J
Peter Balkus
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
 Jan 2019 Mister J
Maggie
Around and around
The ferriswheel goes
As our two hearts
Comes to a close
As we stare at the city
From the skies above
And I can’t help but admit,
I am inlove
12/28/18
 Oct 2018 Mister J
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 Oct 2018 Mister J
Isabelle
in between the words i speak
there are secrets that i keep
in between these lines i write
there are words i decided to hide
what more the in between of you and me
 Oct 2018 Mister J
Ashly Kocher
Hello?
Can you hear me?
I’m down here...
6 feet under...
Not where I’m suppose to be
You come and visit me
Everyday
I hear you constantly pray
To talk to me again
Hold my hand
Hug me tight
Well I’m right here
I hear everything you say
I cry with you
I laugh with you
I pray with you
I am always with you
Even from 6 feet under
I AM HERE
I pray myself
To heal your pain
Dry your eyes
Help you move on
Don’t forget me
You know where I am
Always in your heart
Forever your friend
I will continue to grow old with you
Until we meet again
When we walk together in the sky
Holding each others hands
For now I stay
6 feet underground
Loving you
Praying with you
Hearing your voice
As I lay in silence
6 feet underground...
Wrote this from the perspective of a person who has passed away and what they see and feel everyday....
 Sep 2018 Mister J
Mari Caliz
Emotions, I wonder where inside of us they stand
The more I contemplate, the less I understand
Fear, Joy, Pain, where do all these lie?
They say our hearts, but don't they just imply?
The heart is only physical, it is only literal
So how can it sustain what cannot be seen?
 Sep 2018 Mister J
Pagan Paul
.
You are there,
stalking my memories,
a series of pornographic tapestries
woven deep into my mind,
Hand stitched together
with a cold blunt needle,
threatening to unravel fast
when the sun kisses the horizon.

The petals of paper flowers
yellow with time passing,
presenting a weathered view
of a love that once thrived,
but is now moon dust
gathering on a dark web
of lust laced
with delicate ****** fragments.




© Pagan Paul (25/08/18)
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 Sep 2018 Mister J
kk
A pencil is of dreams,
the Sandman sings sweetly on graphite.
Unlearn your rules,
unleash your light.
Dance on rhythms of pentameter
and sing melodies that twinkle
on the tip of your tongue,
alliterative opera and assonance
played among the bass that is literature.
Sometimes you must ignore the pain
in your hands,
let callouses build and relish
in blood filling your blisters.
Pain here means progress.
Sweep agony away for the sake of day then sink into the ink of night.
Float on clouds of fantasy and write.
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