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 Dec 2012 Claire Trafton
Anon C
I doubt how I might view love
but perhaps a poet could make me fall again
scream at me how I am needed
I have not seen it before
maybe a poet could yell so loud
I hate to write these things for love and hatred
yea you read it, did you even hear
did it speak into your mind like fire
that is my mind absolutely ablaze
I need to be heard, for the love of God
truly heard, have I ever really been
except when another poet reads my mind
if you do not have the time to see these cries
you will never truly know my mind
thus you can never truly love who I am
call me crazy, but the one I fall for
must read and relish every sickening word
for I am sick of pouring out my soul and being unheard
stop loving my outward appearance and love my freaking mind
because let me tell you it is pretty warped
and I am only honest here
so if you want to know me just READ
**how ****** hard is it
Sorry if I posted too much tonight. 5 days worth of pain and I am still not even close to feeling closure..
when you look into my eyes,
do you see her?
do you see the girl you fell in love with?
Or do you see a broken silhouette where she once was?
you could have made her stay you know.
you could have made her feel alive and wanted.
you could have made her love every inch of herself,
every fiber of her being you claimed to love in the beginning.
what changed that for you?
was it when you found out she was different?
found out she had scars deeper than the grand canyons valleys.
found out she was used merchandise.
found out, that no matter how hard you tried you couldnt erase the memories.
skin inked with distrust and abuse.
no empty canvas was left for your saving fingerprints.
no room to spill kindness and love,
no room for change.
so you, just like everyone else shes ever known,
left her.
you packed your bags and got out while you could.
if you only knew the envy she felt towards you.
You see, you could pick up everything and leave.
while her baggage comes with a lifetime guarantee,
weighed down by skeletons in her closet.
she can not escape.
You left her.
broken, vulnerable, and dying.
So when you looked at her you saw it didn't you?
saw what makes everyone leave eventually...
*you saw her
Kiss me.
You are my woman.
Fearless, ****, ruled by Saturn.
My muse.
Fiery and timorous.
Hair of a lion, lips that sooth my body and soul.
Natural, scorching beauty and a mind like a whip.
A goddess to be touched with the love.
Love from thy fingertips encompassing every inch.
A body of beauty to gaze and ravish.
A mind of beauty to watch and devour.
Mine for always.

Kiss me.
I am your woman.
Untamed, nurturing, ruled by the moon.
Behaving in balance with stellar pulls.
Hips for bearing, ******* for worshipping.
Internal beams only you can see; smiles gleamed in the moment.
Listen to my soul and touch my heart.
Yours for always.

Kiss me.
Let our tongues wander the inner walls of our mouths.
Kiss me where our secrets and anecdotes lie.
Mouths straying from lips to necks,
Necks to *******,
******* to what lies between the thighs.
Moistness and anticipation building between the ears and legs.
Unyielding instants of uninhibited eye contact.
Rapture. Pain. Relief.
Everything rises to the surface.
Ours for always.
I can't begin to tell you
All the pain that haunts my night.
I feel my dreams, they're breaking,
And falling from my sight.
If there were any way to take it back,
Anything to say,
The thousand tears I've bled tonight
Would drown the words I pray.
Just some old scribbles...
Allow me
For a moment
To run my face along the keys

Listening to hip-hop
It's the mainstream poetry
Spoken word to beat
Bring the anger,
The fury
The feelings
Expressions

But make sure it's ****
God forbid
If it's not ****, it's pathetic,
Right?
Wrong.
Well, for me.

Bring me emotions
All colors
Bring me depth of spirit
Dark and light
Bring me truth
I want to see the world in your
perpective.

Bring me music,
Of all kinds
Just know that now,
Hip-hop is keeping me busy.
I will walk the miles in your heart
the distance it takes to prove my love
I will trudge the sands of your time
the moments you need, to know I will stay
I will chase storms into the ocean
and beat the waves to rest on your shores
I will catch fire for you and burn new light
to set aglow the path to your affections

giving up or giving in, will never even begin to begin
and never will I ever beg to be let in
I will earn you

I will ride the comets into your black skies
to get a deeper look into your blue eyes
I will never surrender or be subdued
I will reach you
I will brave the fears and swallow the salt in your tears
to teach you
that we were meant to be one
no setbacks will keep me, no dark streets will defeat me
I will arrive, I will arrive

You are my river uncrossed, you are my home still lost
you are cherished deeply at any cost
you are my quiet moment soon to be filled with music
you are the evidence of love that proves it

I will run the race it takes to chase an angel
I will
I will it to be true
and no mile will keep me from you
 Dec 2012 Claire Trafton
Shanell
Love,

It's what Shakespeare wrote about.

Love,

It's what almost every girl dreams to have someday.

Love,

It's what I wish for on every shooting star.

Love,

It's shown in all the Disney films I've ever watched.

Love.

Love?

What is love?!

"It's one of the most difficult, unanswered

questions of all mankind."

Well ain't that the truth?

Love,

"It's an intense feeling of deep affection."

No way, love is much more than that.

Love,

It's that "care and affection we have for our country."

I certainly don't love those I care

about the same way I "love our country."

So it must be more than that.

Love,

Some believe that it's just a romantic

or ****** attachment to someone.

It's clearly much more than that.

Love...

It must be that tingly feeling we get

when we're with that special someone.

Love,

It must be that emptiness we

get when you're without them.

Love,

It must be that small heartbreak

whenever we try and picture our lives without them.

Love,

It must be that extraordinary interest

we have in someone, no matter how boring they truly are.

Love,

It must be that one thing that makes

us stay with them even when they hurt us.

Love,

It must be what makes us look past all

of the flaws that someone

has and just see the good in them.

Love,

It must be that crazy thing we have.
Retrograded renegade
Bluntly severed runaway
Recomposing rogue of ruin
Rotting in the righteous rain
After the leaves and acorns
Yet before the frost and snow
They say it's only confusion
Artwork by Vincent Van Gogh
Through the blurs of unsettled motion
Vaguely with cloud covered eyes I see
A struggle to remember whatever happened
Interrupted by foreign memories
Not something from which you recover
Not something the curers can find
A plague without satisfaction
This is no cure for the colorless mind

--Christian J. Clark
Possibly the most emotional & cryptic piece I've ever written about myself
Together we lay here counting the stars
Because the stars are uncountable & we know
The seasons are changing so we go along for the ride
Constantly spinning with the world; we are recycled
Fabricated lines stitched together with a touch of symmetry
We swallow the sparks inside our eyes & force our fears to fade

--Christian J. Clark
Time is never enough, when the end is near.
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