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 Apr 2014 Cheyenne Brown
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Apr 2014 Cheyenne Brown
Xyns
I wish you'd stop whining

I really don't like that

And honestly no one cares

Don't you get it?

You're done for

And no one will save you

I really don't mind to hear you scream

It's funny

You're hilarious

To think that we actually cared

We're murderers

It's all we know

So say goodbye

So say anything

Go ahead and cry

No one will rescue you

So say goodnight

To the rest of your life
A heavy sea
So clear to see
A choppy crest and sky

And as they merge—
Right at the verge—
A longboat slides between

O how they crush
The ******’s rush
Across the photograph

And now the paint
Falls soft and faint
In strokes—that shade of blue

The clouds are hushed
Beneath the brush—
The seas are hastened in

Horizons rise
Against the skies
And try to trickle up

Then halted shut
So mountains jut
And tread upon the waves

They harden now
Across the brow
Of ever sinking sea,

Sit darker than
The frozen span
That dries upon the page

Ultramarine
I’m sure, I’ve seen—
Dry now upon the page
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