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 Apr 2015 Deon
Mike Essig
Be my breakfast,
lover, and the whole day
will be sweet.
   ~mce
 Apr 2015 Deon
the-devil-is-real
That's all I feel
anymore. I haven't
been happy for what
feels like ages.
What you did to
me hurt, killed.
I am nothing.
I have nothing.
I am empty.
 Apr 2015 Deon
Mike Essig
Reading poetry,
early in the morning,
very nearly
restores my life,
only not quite.
- mce
Poetry helps us to live, but it isn't life.
 Apr 2015 Deon
G
What can I learn?
From a day of horror
I asked the moon,
My night lantern:
Can we start the world over?
After such afternoon

Her crescent shinning
In the clear night
Of a bleeding city
Below the sky crying
Searching of unite
Love and unity

Unable to respond
She asked the stars
But they remained silent too.
I decided to rebound
Looking afar,
Dreaming of virtue

Silence came upon us
The dark and clear night
Unable to connect
To the humans anxious,
Wishing that the next day light
Will deliver a world perfect

April 15, 2013
G.
After the Boston Marathon Terrorism
 Apr 2015 Deon
Kaitlyn A Warnken
I write poems mainly about how I go about Life. You don't have to like me to see my smile, though I am a much rather Dark Poet than I am a social butterfly.

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 Apr 2015 Deon
Moks Sulayman
Leaving you was never my choice.
It was a neccessity.
This was said to me by someone i knew from a very long time ago.
 Apr 2015 Deon
Mike Essig
Most folks
have a past;
I have
nightmares:
same difference.
  - mce
Since 1972, I have had various war nightmares. It has gotten better, but what you learn in combat is never forgotten.
 Apr 2015 Deon
alisi olelagi
time
 Apr 2015 Deon
alisi olelagi
Time,
it's all I ever need.
Time to love,
time to dance.
A time to everything.

As the days roll on
and time unfolds.
I look for time,
to feel whole.
I don't know.  Just felt like this poem was right.
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