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 Oct 2016 Jim Marchel
koreen
#1
 Oct 2016 Jim Marchel
koreen
#1
As a kid, i used to love reading stories of princesses in distress waiting
for their prince to save them and give them true love.
I always thought I'd be a princess.
I believed that when the right time comes,
I'd find a prince and he'd save me from the misery I was in.
And I realized that I'm pretty good at waiting.

After all, I've waited for you all my life
and when I finally found you,
I waited for you all over again.
ljh, i would wait for you for a thousand years even if that means i'd only spend a moment with you
Words can't be touched,
But they can break a heart.
A word can comfort or distort.
Sweet talk isn't the best language but if you have to choose it over breaking someone,choose it.
The words we speak can inspire,shape or put one in despair.
All ears deserve to hear a nice word about them.
Everyone has the power of words in them.
Let's think before we can speak.
Speak life!
A poets sword is his or her word*.
Proverbs 27:17 -
As iron sharpens iron,
so one person sharpens another.
Target locked
there he goes
aiming straight in front of me

He was the prey
I was the predator

He lured me with believable kind words
shot me with his gorgeous smile of his
made me fall into his trap
beautiful perfect man
that fluttered my heart

Who would know that
this beautiful man
targeted to break my heart
not to crack it
but to completely break it into pieces

My heart shards like glasses
he indeed aim it successfully
successfully to break my heart

my beautiful soul
soon became a dark black soul
why did I  not know earlier
that I was the target

What had I done wrong?
I do not deserve this
I cannot believe in the fact that
*I was the target
By:Esther Ong
 Oct 2016 Jim Marchel
Cyleybee
It feels like roses in bloom;
It feels like champagne and warm grass;
It feels like when someone envelopes your cold hands is their warm hands;
It feels like comfort after being neglected for so long;
It feels like promise;
It feels infinite;
It feels like I never want to let go;
It feels like everything I’ve never had;
It feels like fresh air rushing into my lungs, then being taken away once it’s over;
It feels like all my dreams coming true when I kiss you.
I can compare all of these beautiful things to the feeling I get when I kiss you, but I could never put words to the beauty of your lips on mine.
 Sep 2016 Jim Marchel
Vida Crow
Echo
 Sep 2016 Jim Marchel
Vida Crow
He watches her waltz
With half starved eyes
*[My Dear, do you hear my heart echo as it screams?]
 Sep 2016 Jim Marchel
Ma Cherie
Close my eyes
sleeping
lost amid
drifting  sand
I see a hand
can't understand
time softly
whispering in silence
from the far side of the moon
a gated tunnel
beckoning
I am haunted,
I am wanted
a ghostly shadow
peering in,
glowing skin
so I,
dream of you

I dream of you

I dream of you
.... again.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Haunted I am...
 Sep 2016 Jim Marchel
Ramin Ara
A hope
Can raise
Our life
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