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  Aug 2014 Adelina Marie
r
18 is a hard age
to be black
and dead

tear-gas in our eyes
burns, baby, burns.

r ~ 8/14/14
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Adelina Marie Aug 2014
i can't deal with the pain inside my
******* up mind.

tortured within,
help is nonexistent for me.
every body uses me.. But i
rarely get the help i need.
every one is out to get me.

all of the thoughts ricochet and there is
no relief at all.
yelling for help inside my mind,
only to hear my own echo once again.
never has anyone come to my rescue.
endless chaos.

take me away from here…
hold me in your arms.
everyone is out to get me.
rescue me.
every one has left me.
Adelina Marie Aug 2014
i could easily sit here
and let you cloud my thoughts and
run through my veins
because i have never come across such a
perfect mix
of poison and perfection.
your heart holds scars
from stories suppressed
deep in the corners of your mind.
to know your every detail
is a feat i wish to conquer.
it would be an honor to be able to
brush the dust off of your deepest memories
and have them relived all anew.
i wish to know what has shaped you
into the man i've fallen in love with.
my love for you is unlimited, and
my happiness has no bounds.
i want to try and rekindle the parts of you
that are seemingly broken beyond repair.
i'll start up the parts of you that are dead inside;
i'll keep you alive.
you are my entire world, and
i am yours.
let's merge them, and become
one in both mind and body.
i wish to know you inside and out,
to hollow out your bones and
fill them with my love for you.
because my love for you is unlimited, and
my happiness has no bounds.
  Aug 2014 Adelina Marie
Hilda
It matters not if your poetry be Sonnet or Haiku. Nor yet if it be free style. The only thing which matters is the essence of the poem which should reflect the true heart of its writer.
© Hilda  August  11, 2014
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