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Fall for a poet because-
She will place her soft, tense lips upon your flesh and it will cause a burning sensation like no other
( due to the most beautiful poetry being engraved upon you. Quite like a tattoo )

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Fall for a poet because-
Her words will possess such power.
The power to erupt volcanoes within you
( also she will know how to cause earthquakes that cause violent storms  which result in storms blazing hard in your very eyes )

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Fall for a poet because-
I gurentee you that you will never find a raw-er form a love. A love that is so kind and so pure
( a love that has the potential to wreck beautiful art or create breathing trees )

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Do yourself a favour darling,
Fall for a poet because-
Pieces of you will now be found in all that she creates.
We all want to be someone's muse.
They met on rainy days
  when the air was thick,
laden with the
   scent of old musky
     scrapbook memoirs
           & salt tears' reminisces
 Jul 2015 Brain in a bottle
moss
it is in the silence that we hear
our innermost screams
so we keep our heads busy with noise
anything to avoid the dark abyss
that we all know will come upon us
when we think everything is calm
even though we know it never will be

the storms inside of us
will continue to rage
until the day we die
Each yearned for what was untainted
upon themselves, but touched was a reaction
that blistered upon each as hand prints of
Efforts
Feelings
Emotions
Were scarring on each selves. they yeaned
For the simplest of touch, not scaring
The others outer coils. but white where
Black beckoned
White hand prints on onyx harder to hide
As bittin upon a cross to remember the
Passion that burnt inside.
Evil,
Good,
Blurred
Lines of what was a boundary. But lines are
Meant to be crossed for it is only a marker
Of what was before not love.
Feathers oxidizing, faint corruption
In white tinted red, as a heartless netherworld
A heart did beat faintly instead of hate.
Love,
Emotions,
Conquering
The legacy of what was below,
The shimmer of overhead.
The yearned for the aroma of each,
Holocaust flames engulfed,
Aqua upon wings submerged self.
And in the throws of wrongful passion,
One was drowned upon flame extinguished
One was but fleeting feathers outlined of what
Burnt in both, ash of white, a flicker of flame,
Merging,
Unity,
Connecting
Upon two parts, and out of two was one that was neither
Pure or dark. a seed of both in death reborn, the era
Of humanity did start with a love never meant to start.
Creation from light and dark,
Neither one but still both apart, ever at odds,
Human nature, the side of feathers or of the smouldering part.
Forbidden Love birthed beauty
Cold finger grasp
Like branches
In darkness stirring
Navigating the air
Grading ones strength
Inconceivable breath  
No longer clinging
G**one is a candles flicker.
 Jul 2015 Brain in a bottle
Diane
The more you think about it,
The more it seems confusing.

The more I tell you stories,
The more you'll discover
Who I am
And
What I was..

But telling you these,
Makes me feel closer to
you.
But, everytime
I show you my cracks,
My fears,
My fragile and humane
Personality,
The more it pains me
To hear your words
And stare at the sky
telling myself that
I am

alright.

You are
The string
That attatches my
sanity.
But you are the scissors
That can
Cut my throat
And let me choke
On my own
Cold blood.

Your smile is so perfect, so natural.

**And your words are true and sharp, like the blade cutting the shackled animal.
My nightmares are converted into reality and poetry.


Your love is as sweet as the sugar,
                   That  I've been addictively indulging,
             For so many years.



        Every piece of you,
                      Is just the most gratifying that I have tasted!





                                   But when together we've been drowned with tribulations,





                                    You just gave up rapidly...






And dissolved!




                                   Integrating and going with the flow,

                         Of those torments and allurements,





Now where are you?




You are now a part of those afflictions that drowned you,


                                            I can still taste your sweetness,


                      Every time I sip through the trials,
                                That we've face,
          Resulting to weaken your knees,
    And been defeated,





       I was totally in great pain,


        To know that your love,

Can be just greatly surmounted,

                            By miseries in life,



But what can I do?

                                            I fight, you relinquish,


And until then,

You just become a memory,

Of an achingly baleful chronicles of my life.


                      © Earl Jane
                         ♥ E.J.C.S.
you know the value of a word
and can place it with great care
you see colors in a rainbow
others wouldn’t know were there
you can find the silver lining
of the darkest thunder cloud
or make a grown man weep
when he reads your words out loud
you live your life wide open
wear your heart upon your sleeve
give your friends the gift of laughter
and console them when they grieve
you take all the pieces of a life
and use words to make the whole
if you're reading this right now
it means you have a poets soul
There are so many wonderful people and poets on this site, this is my thank you for being awesome poem.
I haven't said that three magical words in a while now.
I would have loved to say it, just so that you may know
How much I feel for you,
But times have changed.
The three magical words no longer work their magic.
They are merely words now.
In memory what was but is now gone.
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