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 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
i just can't breathe in here, my head is spinning
i believe the stale air is thinning
i get no answers to the questions i'm sending
black magic love spells are trending

i read poems. but never reach the ending
they lead me back to the beginning
i feel so guilty of the time i am spending
black magic love spells are winning

(11-9-12-8 syllable count for both stanzas)
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 Sep 2015
Solaces
Before I leave..
  And I let you go..
Know that I was going to stay..
  And look out the window with you when it all happens..

They say the sky will turn red and yellow..
   The air will make you fall into the best sleep possible..
The most beautiful dreams will come..
   And you will find heaven..

I am off to a place called Earth..
  Leaving our Mars behind..
To start all over..
  And wait till you are born again..
I will find you..  
I will see are then crimson planet from the Earth sky and always remember you..

PART TWO  When I arrive
Mars
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

An engineer of amour
Artificer of fine craft;
Abundant in moral class.

ii.

Alongside her
Astral hierarchy;
Tis, she's mine monarchy.

iii.

Fain, I taketh her cape
Made of foreign swathe;
Mixed with Filipino grape's.

iv.

Not slave's
Unrestricted with eachother;
Messenger's to thy planet, created under the milky way's feather.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Fain in old tongue means willingly.... If you wondered (:::
 Sep 2015
Thomas Oak
I had resigned to a lifelong Autumn
- quiet, slow and sweet.
Then one day I met Spring.

My heart is now a storm between seasons
- and I feel that I will forever live in regret
if I don't chase you.
 Sep 2015
TigerEyes
She wanted him
to turn around
for the very last time
taking
an emotional snapshot
to keep like a secret
a memory to hold onto
their last moment together
like a symphony...
She wanted him
to turn around
for the very last time
so she could remember the flicker of gold in his eyes
the way the sunlight reflected off of it
dancing passionately toward her
instead he kept walking away
quickly
making it clear in an instant that he was gone
and, that he had closed the door
on her heart,
forever
and, as she turned and walked away from him
pushing the door open
to walk down the stairs
she felt their lives ripping apart...

wishing hard that she had looked into his eyes
more
just to keep a secret...
one she knew deep within her soul
he would never tell...
because
their symphony had ended
long ago.
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 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
Like pop rock's
When she saidst she loveth me;
I jumped out of mine body
As mine pneuma went thither the nebulosity.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Aug 2015
Anya
I get offended when people say
That the happiest girls
Are the prettiest ones.

But
How about us?
How about the girls who
Fight the urge of crying
Every night alone?
How about the girls who
Almost stitch their skin to pain
Just to flash a smile?
How about the girls who
Are in a battle from the moment they woke up
Struggling to keep their pieces together?

Can't we be the prettiest?
Can't the strongest be the most beautiful ones?
 Aug 2015
ZT
Everyone can be their own poet
and write as much as they want
and at times they borrow words
the words that caught their heart

But to borrow is to ask first,
to borrow is to give credit to the owner.
Because in the first place,
those words were never yours.
You can make your poem using others' poems as inspiration. Or you can re-post them. But don't copy them and make it as your own. Don't plagiarize...... though I haven't known anyone who did. well this is just a reminder for everyone including me.
 Aug 2015
freeing the mind
I'm putting pen to paper but unable to find the words ,
A buzz in my mind writing is my cure,
I could stay up all night just to find the one simple phrase,
The ones I thought before,all a haze.

I think it through& through again,
But still only holding in my hand the pen,
My hand is shaking , tapping as thinking ,
As I slowly can feel my heart sinking ,
I think of the past words I have written ,
All of the topics I was mistakenly hitting.

But tonight nothing coming to mind,
The words inside unwilling to subside,
Collision with heart& mind and soul,
This pen& paper beginning to grow old.

My mind for awhile has been empty,
Don't get me wrong words have been pleanty,
But nothing like poetry to clear my mind,
Not the easiest of things I could find,
Perhaps this is a good thing & it is starting to sink in,
My happiest days are waiting to begin.
I cannot seem to find words lately to write and I am really unsure of how to react to that.
 Aug 2015
Heather Kingston
The winds of change blow ever near
Can't take away this taste of fear
Storms are brewing in my mind
Maybe calm will follow and fate will be kind
Or maybe my life will turn upside down
My anxious smiles will become a frown
The eternal flame of hope burnt out
with an everlasting shower of disappointment and doubt
Or maybe happiness will step right in
take away the shadows of the night
that crawl around in my brain until daylight
My lust for life will re-appear, and drive away that lonely tear
Hope will never fade as long as I am alive
For a better life I will continue to strive
Maybe this, maybe that
Who knows what will happen to me
I'll just make a wish, cross my fingers, then wait and see.
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