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Oh how love is like the sea, ever so freeing but so destrutive within minutes.
Breathing with love in your lungs is a powerful feeling, but you can never get enough.
Love lives and is alive within all of us, if we could seek up to the sky and realize we are alive.
Love would be a little easier to find, its really everywhere, just look and let be.
Love is what fixes us all, we all need it, now more then ever...
My heart is heavy at the moment with one love lost but hope still resonates within it.
 Jun 2014 Sierra Brown
Caroline
I wouldn't consider myself suicidal but if someone was holding a gun to my head and threatening to pull the trigger,
I would pull it myself for the fear of not being in control of my own death is greater than the fear of death itself.

*-c.a.
Most poets or writers here have my respect
but some are producing some strange effects
to call just 2 words a poem someone really needs guts
want to know how I call this? I name it -  It's nuts!
Has got 103 likes? Research and you'll detect
He/she liked 804 poems before..
you can start now to flame me but it's a fact.

Have been reading here a lot around
did not click “like” on every poem I found
but those that I liked no matter the subject
was “***” or a “Flower”
made me laugh or think twice or surprised me
with its strong expressive power
and a few, I admit, really touched me inside
Kudos! Poets you can take the pride!

Don't care if I am trendy
perhaps my language is bad and my grammar obscure
Typing errors – if you find some, please take them
Don't give a  a sh*t – they are yours.
Thanks for “likes” that are honest
and for taking your time
should be poetry not Facebook
and now to hell with the rhyme.


(© Moon aka Heike Borgard 2014)
Warm greetings to my followers, even if I do not follow
you, I will follow your poems and you are on my mind.
Lost
Lost for what seems centuries.
Lost and uncertain.

Can it be that maybe I am free.
Once again on my own, with only my mind and me?
Am I to somehow drowned in my misery.

My soul aches for a purpose, to feel, to live, and to be alive.
I say, to live and be alive because I am nothing close to those two.
Heart beaten black in blue, when will my time be through.

With this ****** beating heart, I shall start over again.
Ill build heaven and call it mine.
I know it'll take time...
Start over again....
It seems that
arrogance and ego
have a way
of
blowing-up
in our
faces.
-Andrew Durst
6-11-14
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