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The monster that lives in me,
Jealousy growing by each moment,
Makes life seem too greet for you, while I am drowning in pain.

I don't want to imagine your hands with him intertwined.
I don't want to imagine you with him sitting together, laughing and kissing,
While I am left cold.

Jealousy grows each moment I hear you calling his name smilling.
I hate it when I happen to see his pictures all over your phone,
Because you never once had a single picture of me there.
I feel poison burning in my blood stream.

When I think of how happier you're with him and not me, anger and hatred grows and I become insane.
Oh! I wish I could forget you completely.
I am still madly crazy in love with you .......
If only I never met you.
Nothing hurts more than to see you dancing with another man,
While I still crave for your love.
I love her oh yes I do and I will forever will.
Just left
Not just physically
Found myself between
sun-rays
Enlightened and free
a page empty
Shades that I choose
blue's, grey's and green
Drop in the stream
down my face
I blend into this place
I am without a trace
Beyond everything
you embrace
So get away
my Darling's
Run into the trees
Embrace the falling colors
Times as a fleeting dream
Beauty is adventure
hiding in the leaves
Soon the wind doth blow
Cold hands you will meet
When Winter winds expose
you!
Eventually
Take a moment. Take a breath. Take yourself away.
Life is here when you return.
We love what we think we do.
We say what we shouldn't.
We do what's never been done, and we sit with the same outcome.
We're a point less than the actual point.
We're a lot of nothing, cause we loved something that wasn't us.
Our time is less from out last timeless moment.
Every moment apart calls for a new start.
On a board we're the dart that misses the the bulls eye, but we never miss a chance to make our eyes cry.
We're like an ocean with no tide, never moving but always waving good bye to each other before we even see each other.
We're Space to our lungs cause we're in a space where there isn't air, so we fight each other for our last breaths, not realizing that the only air we're fighting is the one we had.
The one before the space we entered.
Cause we centered our air in each others hearts so we'd touch hearts, like we need to and not like we have to, and we'd touch lightly cause of the importance our hearts hold, not just to each other, but to our lungs..
Cause I can't breathe when your heart is apart from mine.
So, my heart won't beat apart from yours cause your touch carries the very essence that keeps my heart going.
Love train:
Kushu! Kushu! Kushu!
As it start to move and accelerate
From my heart to yours
By the aorta through the ateries and back
From your heart to mine
By the veins through the superior and the inferior it goes.

Love train:
From the love factories - our cardiacs
All over the rail ways - our veins
Transporting minerals - our feelings
Boiling our blood hot evaporating

Love train:
Keeping us connected even when apart,
Breaking the bounderies and passing through the caves and bridges of hate.
My first poem at Hello poetry and I would like to thank my friends Thomas A Fletcher and Cathy N who made my dream possible.
it's not that special

what i do

because all i do

is put down

words

that sound cool:

nacreous

adulation

effervescence

narcissistic

imbrogli­o

divine

haphazard



there's no rhythm

in what i say

all i'm doing

is breaking

lines

and adding

s p a c e s



sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i put my words

(in these)

in things we call parentheses

and sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i repeat myself

and call it

emphasis

(emphasis)



on occasion

I might rhyme

but that takes thought

and that takes time

cat, hat, bat

late, hate, date

fat, gnat, mat

mate, fate, eight



sometimes syllables

can help your flow sound better

much like a haiku



if i talk about angst

death, love, and self-hate

(cliche topics)

it's deep

but my favorite

poem i ever

wrote

was about bacon



and god forbid

i capitalize

because that would mean

it didn't look artsy

THIS IS NOT OKAY

Neither is this.

no punctuation

at all



people say my poetry

is beautiful

that I follow all the rules

but I didn't know there

were rules

to follow

really all I do

is put random words

random phrases

in random patterns

and call it art

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