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 Aug 2015
cosima
There will never be a perfect person.

You will never find anyone who has no flaws.

Everyone has their own secrets they need to keep,
insecurities they have to hide,
and a void in their life that they would want to fill so badly.

We are only human.
We make mistakes.
We get hurt.
We feel scared.

We all have these baggage that we carry along in our life;
some may be heavier than the rest but still, it is there.

The thing is,
you can't really find a perfect someone,
it's just a matter of whom you are willing to accept
and carry their baggage along with them.

**
A reminder for everyone. We may not be aware sometimes, but we tend to seek perfection in others.
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
As poet's we tend to get caught up in ourn own writing
As I canst lieth, I do as well;
Though we must not forget, whilst getting caught up
In reading ourn favorite poet's poetry on here
And writing ourn own,
We must NEVER forget
The unknown poet's here
The ones in the back of the room
The backbone to the poetic world and society
The quiet one's
Who seeketh none fame
Though they art famous
In a quiet way
As tis we must helpeth them
To spread their quiet wing's;
And flyeth on,
And helping another unknown
As the one's known
Helped us....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Aug 2015
mk
"i love you"
"i miss you"
"i care"
"i need you"
"i want you"
"there's no one else"
"only you"
"forever & always"
"i'm here for you"

you've turned me into a *
liar
// love made a promise that i couldn't keep //
The ravens watch from their trees
Barren dead branches, naked of leaves
The Winter chill hangs in the air
A solo walker makes his way, this night
An eerie light is cast on the tombstones
As if the cold moon is reaching down

He will always come here, in darkness
For the night sounds play the music
As amongst the grave, he dances alone
But then a mist rises from one particular grave
Beginning to take the form of a woman
The lost love he has missed for so very long

They come to dance, together once more
Watched by ravens and a thousand glowing eyes
Entwined in a gothic dance of the dead
Until once again, she will fade away
Vanishing back into the ground, whence she came
And a solitary figure of a man, walks away alone
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
She is the dark feel of the night
She is the mystery with no light
She hides away in her own pain
She knows how to drive me insane

No one can be as she can be
My gothic lover can never be free
I can see it all deep in her eyes
No one has seen the tears she cries

I know what I feel is wrong
My will slips and is not strong
She is sending temptation my way
I feel my soul wanting to stray

She is taking me down dark places
Teasing me as my body feels her traces
Kissing me and biting me with her lust
Not waiting and wanting my body to ******

I am lost in her body this very night
Each sensation inside her takes away the light
She wants me badly and our bodies glisten
Our sweat mingles as creatures of the night listen

My passion is ready, deep inside her it fills
She takes it all with her lust and her skills
Her body is hot and I can feel her heat
She wants me more as my heart will beat

All this night, until the light of day
She never stops for this is her wicked way
I surrender knowing that she will always win
For I am a prisoner to her desire and sin

She now vanishes from where she came
I know I will be back to play her game
No one can match her, there can be no other
I will always come for my gothic lover




copyright Chris Smith 2008 (revised 2009)
 Jul 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
Damnation to this drink
Shattered glass on the wall
Dulled senses no longer think
But I still hear her voice call

It echoes deep inside my head
And reality hits much too strong
When I know she is long dead
I want her, is that so wrong?

Damaged thoughts are to blame
Someone new in darkest lust
Using this woman in a game
Where I strip her of her trust

Do I use her all because of you?
Because she is your exact double
Oh this woe, what should I do?
Is this worth all this ****** trouble?

She sees beyond my deep scars
As you, beloved, once did
Still this bitterness still mars
All this madness I once hid

Can I escape my coming destiny?
Can the visions reflected be true?
To no longer feel pain and misery
How can this be if I am without you?
Copyright 2015
 Jun 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
Never do you see my face
Secured from movement
Just feel my fingers touch
Tracing over your body
Then my kisses on skin

Just a brief moment away
Before ice cubes tease you
In places never before touched
Begging me to ravish you
But you know you're at my mercy

Feeling the handcuffs opened
You're free to reach out
But I whisper for you to wait
And when your eyes are free
They search for me, I am gone
Copyright 2015
 Jun 2015
Justin G
In this world plagued in darkness
A humble Valkyrie of light emerges
Her voice echoes an unequivocal faith
She is the personification of embrace
A symbolic heart for all that is broken
A soul who keeps running her course
Where ever she leaps
Hope persistently follows
It is her grace and joy that won us all
But how she survived those battles
Is a truth only she could speak
As she generously weeps
Billions of stars from afar
Which all resemble her
Eloquent poems
In which they were born
To uplift each spirit and kept
To remain true
A tribute of appreciation to one of Hello Poetry's many greats.
I want you, I feel this heat
Craving the surrender of you
Burning up with darkest desire
Your body heat next to mine
The taste of your ruby lips

Giving together, until morning comes
Because this very night belongs to us
I feel your bite, the lust as you drink
Touch of your skin, that cold embrace
This need we feel can never be quenched

I see the glow, burning deep in your eyes
Tasting me now, the very edge of ecstasy
Your body shivers from wanting me
Together, one with the shadows of night
I belong to you for you now belong to me
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
 Jun 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
I saw your liquid thoughts
The wicked lesson taught
As your cruel mind plays
Inside with wicked ways
As you ignored my pleas
Drowning in a million seas

I listened to your cold voice
Hearing I had no other choice
And I fell from a higher place
Burnt with the memory of your face
As you ignored my pleas
Drowning in a million seas
 Jun 2015
Creep
If someone is dying slowly in a crowd of people and no one but everyone is around to witness it, does it make a difference?
...

badly broken
by get scared
 Jun 2015
Chris
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I am what you read,
*you are what I write
Not sure this makes sense, but it does to me.  :)
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