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Cade Apr 2014
I can feel the world's good graces,
slowly peeling away,
leaving me trembling,
at the sight of our horrors,

How could a people,
so compassionate,
destroy so much,
without a thought,

we humans are all different,
striving to fit in,
into a society, a cage,
of our own construct,

so very similar,
yet we all seem separate,
only those with love,
seem to understand,

humans, such strange creatures,
lovable, hate-able, broken,
from the the start,
the most interesting creatures,
Cade Apr 2014
The screams, the sobbing, echoes of people,
hope, defiance,
it rests here,
in the air,
seeping through the soggy ground,
feet stamping,
yelling,
secret thoughts,
souls,
stand testament,
to the horror,
refusing to let us forget,
warning us,
pointing to our future,
Cade Apr 2014
Like icy fear,
and fiery panic,
shooting through your veins,

chaos, chaos,
turns your mind,
fogs your heart,
and your brain,
More just random thoughts than a poem. It sorta rhymes.
Cade Apr 2014
You pull so predictably,
at my armored heartstrings,
shattering their strength,
melting them slowly,

one touch, is all it takes,
and I am yours.
*Wiggles Eyebrows*
  Apr 2014 Cade
Ady
I want to paint your body with delicate
brushes of my words.
A scenery in which all is wonder and yet
there is nothing to ponder.
I want to write you in to my love notes,
envelope you in the soft embraces of
cadence of blankets as you caress the
words with the trail of stars that is your
eyes.
Fill the landscape with soft hues of Spring
to show you how much you mean.
I want to write you in to my verses and
expand the time you occupy in my tale.
Let me write you like one of my poems,
a liberating free verse you can fly upon
and expand.
Cade Apr 2014
Humanity, what we call ourselves,
yet some lack that, specific trait,
you could say, they are almost inhuman,
but not really, they are a core of humans,
they are the darkside, of all of us,
we like to stuff them away, in the dark corners,
but they still lurk, in the back of our minds,
monsters, we call them, when they are really human,
Cade Apr 2014
I haven’t felt a real flutter,
in a very long time,
since past mistakes,
silenced my heart,

and left me afraid,
but this feeling,
makes me wild and free,
ready to take risks,
with you,
***** it I'm posting it.
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