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We stay up all night
to find words that rhyme.
We scribble. We write,
losing track of time.

We stare into space,
deep in thought.
From a child's fairy-tale
to the wars fought.

We can't stay still.
Our fingers, they itch.
With no path to follow,
in dreams we are rich.

We dance and fly
but crash to the floor.
We laugh and cry
with our emotions galore.

Smiling while judging,
we scribble. We write.
From petty love stories
to the furious fights.

Over incomplete lines,
we again lose sleep.
Muttering new words
as we silently weep.

We see the world
the way no one would.
We break the rules
the way no one could.

A new day begins
with all new themes.
"Which one to choose?"
Our minds scream.

We scribble. We write
with bees in our bonnets.
From epic ballads
to the melancholic sonnets.

With passion in our blood,
and a calloused hand,
we are poets.
Together we stand.
Her love shines like
a sunset through venetian blinds,
leaving me stripped
and striped with shadows and light.

Her love is the knife dissecting
my spine one vertebrae at a time.

I hope she likes
what I really am inside,
because I spill my guts
just to hear her sigh.
 Apr 2015 ghostsonpaper
Santiago
Reminds me of the very best
Above all the rest, my lady in a red dress
My loving rose, my heart chose,
Emotions arose, a keeper never to dispose
I suppose my soulmate, she elevates
Deeply penetrates, shall I demonstrate
She lands, sent high from the sky
I could hear her cry, walking by,
She caught my eye, soon stole my heart
Kept it locked, any intruders were blocked
Quickly stopped, two divines dropped
Sent from his celestial kingdom,
To earths sinister kingdom, place rules
Open the eyes of those fools,
Armored with heavens tools, she sets down
Her decision final, think of any objection
And your barrier disappears for rejection
She appears soft, but don't let that fool you
She can school you, stand back she's a queen
Of harmony and peace, so listen her words
Speak wisdom, love, and prosperity
She's strong, maybe physically average
But remember she carries the key
To the angel of death
That won't hesitate to take your last breathe
She's a constellation among the stars and yet she wonders why she's alone
Her glimmering parts make up one hell of a beautiful whole
She looks across the night expanse at the other burning orbs
They look brighter than her and closer together, part of something
What she doesn't see is herself and how the other stars burn bright with jealousy at the beautifully crafted constellation that she is
Each star craves to be part of a constellation so they burn bright for her, for the cluster who doesn't know how she shines to them
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