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 Oct 2015 XvA
Fucking tired
someone
 Oct 2015 XvA
Fucking tired
Lost in a spider's maze
a mind set ablaze
lost in a ocean of self hatred
slowly dying with no wish to live

but see that light?
it's coming for you
there's someone waiting for you
someone who needs you
someone who will miss you
someone who will cry every night your gone -
physically or mentally
who would never forget
you
or any memory made with you
someone who would perish without you
Don't forget someone cares
someone always cares
trust me I know
she cares, someone cares
Thinking of turning this into a song not sure though I would have to edit a bit and this would be the chorus of the song hmmmmm....
 Oct 2015 XvA
M Crux Alexander
You turn moments into flaming time
Air to passion; your flesh becomes mine
I'm alive in a way I've never existed
Any desire no longer resisted

You belong to me outside of time
Forever beautiful and forever mine
My goddess is the one who set me free
I am finally alive now that she
is with me.

052710~10.55p
 Oct 2015 XvA
Maria G Vagelakos
I'll describe it to you
Slow
Scrolled comforter
Warm sheets
Pillows
His skin
Silk against my own
Caramel, sweet on the tongue
Licking my lips as I write
I can still taste him
We were in it
Lost in our own little world
Thrusts and moans
Darkness
Scented candlelight
No words
And then, it began to explode
From black, to Red, to blur
His face never far from my own
Hand on my throat
Choke
And then
A kiss
Different and slow
Hard yet tender
A bite, a lick
Lost in that kiss
The rhythm changed
He pressed his forehead to mine
Eye to eye
Nose grazing nose
Slow
Every second slow
Every moment connecting
Soul
He said it all
Without saying a word
Every motion
Screamed out
Love
Every swirl
A letter of his name
Etched with every sigh
Deeper and deeper
Embedded in my heart
And there I lay
Gasping
Trying not to cry
Realizing why
The old saying goes
Love hurts
It's true you know
It destroys you
In the most beautiful way
And so there I lay
Destroyed
Alive
In Love

And so I can write....
I Lived ..... Once...
One day....One midnight...
Before I died.....
His ❤

©MV
 Oct 2015 XvA
lost in thought
Love why does it have to be so weird..
Why does it come when you barely know the person?
How do you know if you really love that person?

Love is what you make it it can be harsh it can be amazing.
It comes when you like the person's personality and the way they act and looks at you.
You feel like you can trust him/her with everything you are you show them the way you look at your worst and they still stay and love you no matter what.
 Oct 2015 XvA
SaturnKnight
Let's make love under the night sky, Until the stars fall all over us like glitter. With the moon as our witness
 Sep 2015 XvA
Nikki
She, blank-stared, eyes
The color of the forest
And filled with joy

Or none, her hands
Tight around his heart
She warns, don't say it

Sometimes he caves,
He gives into her carnal desires
And let's another night pass
Without saying how he feels

Sometimes he breaks,
Tells her that she makes
His heart beat like a drum
And he feels her everywhere
A burning passion

She, blank-stared, only listens
But she wishes she could
Let the words escape her mouth
"You mean everything to me"
 Sep 2015 XvA
Amy H
Poems move in currents
changing speed and
splitting ways,
and we watch.
The rolling faire,
the words they share
leave beauty behind,
ignorant,
understood by one;
intentions only guessed
while images we digest
from origin unknown.
We read, we take,
we contemplate.
But unless traversing upstream,
over boulders,
holding rocks,
growing tired as we near the point of pain
we never see its start.
The water breaks through stone,
alone...
And where,
only the poet knows.
Interpretation is just that.  Poems are beautiful because we have to look a little more deeply.  Nothing beautiful is had for free.

Listen to only the poet knows by Amy Hilton 4 #np on #SoundCloud
http://soundcloud.com/amy-hilton-4/only-the-poet-knows-1
 Sep 2015 XvA
Scarlett Riel
Mother always said that the beautiful ones were the most broken
But maybe the broken ones are the most beautiful..
 Sep 2015 XvA
Ammajeje
Dead boy
 Sep 2015 XvA
Ammajeje
blue lips turned green crumble at my kiss
I run my hands through golden hair
which turns to tangled weeds at my touch
I hold you close while your body evaporates
back to the air, back into the sea
your nothingness invades my chest
clenches my heart until it’s forced to beat
I’m hostage to the void you left
my love only grows,
it expands into my darkest corners
until there is no room left for others
only you
 Sep 2015 XvA
Marge Redelicia
you told me that you were
just playing it safe,
careful to keep your perfectly powdered face from grime
and getting dirt under your manicured nails.
you try to maintain that posture with poise and grace,
while others break their backs and crawl
on the ground on their knees and bellies.

you told me 
that you are playing nice.
you said that you are loving, caring, kind, and generous
and all those pretty qualities.
that's true,
but 
one glance at your eyes 
is enough to know fully that 
you are also
fearful and terrified.
you are a coward:
a prisoner of pride
playing god as you place your trust on yourself.
taunted by questions of  rejection, ability, and sufficiency,
you cowered in your high tower
instead of joining the frontlines in the fight.
frozen by fear
your heart has gone too numb and cold, for
the doubt and anxiety has put out your fire.

you said that you have won it all.
but actually, 
you know nothing.
nothing!
about triumph and victory 
for though the world has plunged into calamity,
you were never one with the army.
your bright eyes has seen death
but only from the sidelines.
you defile the purpose of your armor
by keeping it perfectly polished
when it is meant to be stained by mud and blood.


you told me that you were just playing it smart.
you said that it's only rational, logical, 
the normal human response
to take every measure to avoid pain and harm.
you behold the chaos
and cry 
"they are fools!"
and
you are 
perfectly
right.
they made themselves
into proud and shameless fools
for they know well that 
the fools are the ones chosen to shame the wise.

darling, 
just
stop
playing it nice, safe, an smart
for this is not a game,
this is 
war.

strip off the crown and ball gown and
pick up your sword and armor.
from your high tower,
run
to the mountains and fields
to the homes and cities
run
to the trenches and frontlines.
for it's either you lose your self or lose the fight

soldier,
warrior,
get ready to pour out sweat, tears, 
and even blood.
though you have yet to see
still,
claim victory:
the war has already been won
before it has even begun.

*it is
done.
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