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 Jul 2010 Angie
Neil Waldron
Here I am.
With a smile.
I really don"t give a ****.
Let's sit and talk a while.
where are you?
Please come to me...
i feel for so few.
Baby cant you see?
what this is.
with us together.
you can choose, my arms or his.
my heart and a feather.
clipped to my sleeve.
baby I'm here!
I will never leave.
as long as u will stay, forever near.
The passion released in the medley of intrigue
Flows restoring as an onrush of air
Deeply inhaled as a kiss of aching persuasion
Gently arresting the heart waiting there

A resonant fascination mesmerizes the pulsation
Tempting the acceleration to exceed
The natural precision, which is known to maintain
A rush of harmony, as the heart beats

There are some who will emphatically attempt to deny
This medley of delightful intrigue exists
As they have never inhaled, the passion released
By the aching persuasion of the kiss

If your heart has never felt this deep fascination
A swift acceleration that rises above
The natural precision, the heart's known to maintain
Then you have never, truly been in love
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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 Jul 2010 Angie
PK Wakefield
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 Jul 2010 Angie
PK Wakefield
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me goes the supple trunks. thralling ribbons.
collapse;doi to the clutch of soft roots stupidly and muscles.
more now lightning strings coruscate ardently loving the earth.
vibrate femininity suddenly

            correct in my winter. hot petals meddle in the snow. and melt.

                                            i'm not who i wasn't
         or who
i am.                         frosted. but calmly:ami unfreezing in cup of dainty

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  m   (s.he)  is the heat.
 Jul 2010 Angie
Dean Bonsignore
They shuffle their feet
They trip and they moan
They have soulless eyes
They bite and they groan.

Their all wearing suits
Their hair's falling out
Their teeth are decayed
Their guts strewn about.

Well thats what I saw
When I went to the bank
But I guess that I have
Mondays to thank.
my neighbors still slept
as the zombies crept through town
they awoke undead

mom threw a grenade
the zombie blew up, alas,
blood got in her mouth

gunning down zombies,
my arm was bitten. weeping,
i hacked it clean off

later i saw mom
dead-eyed, moaning, and ******
and slit my lone wrist

nora burned the stairs
zombies piled up beneath her
rotten hands grasping

nora stayed upstairs
after five days of terror
she starved to death there

dad was cleverest
he fled to the Atlantic
to escape by boat

wading through driftwood
he found a russian u-boat
full of gnarled corpses

not dead as they seemed
the kremlin zombies leapt up
and ate my dad's brains
 Jul 2010 Angie
Jesika
~Perfect~
 Jul 2010 Angie
Jesika
Your skin feels warm, like silk on silk
You make my days feel sunshine yellow.
In the begining seeing you was like spining.
Yellow spining
The spining has stoped,
But i'm left in a blissfull, perfect, relaxed state.
You constantly surprise me with your selflessness.
You came out of a fairy tale didn't you?
Take me back with you.
Let me be your princess.
You've promissed me forever.
I'm forever yours.
Lets spend our days in yellow sunshine, floating on our endless love.
To Travis
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