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 Jul 2015
Mike Essig
Consider my arms your refuge.
You are always welcome
and always safe there.
Come into my arms and
I will come into you.
Separate, we are people;
together we will be a poem.
We will create each other.
We shall be as complete
as a perfect villanelle,
whenever you come into
the refuge of my arms.

  ~mce
for Weezy
 Jul 2015
Colten White
She's the one wearing heels,
and drinking strawberry wine,
yet I'm the one who's tipsy.
May 19, 2015
 Jul 2015
tloco
Love’s bounty
The nurturing ***** blooming with beauty naturally borne
Affectionately passed along taught through the smallest cares the soul shares
Passion makes the high rush like feelings of a long crush
Couple left wandering in their fevering desire of bliss waiting upon each other’s kiss
The simplest songs and choirs of angels adore the heart beats and sight of loveseats
Take your fill of love and grow become with it and know
 Jul 2015
Joliejoliesara
C+
I taught him,
I taught him how to
Kiss me.
In the ways,
In the same ways
You would.

S.R
& as a result
I  might have a biased opinion
on my grading method...
Second
after second

Minute
after Minute

Hour
after Hour

Day
after Day

Week
after week

Month
after Month

Year
after Year

Moment
after moment

Time
after time

I've Been Longing
Longing to catch a glimpse
A glimpse at
Thy Bewitching Eyes
Eyes that did flicker
Flicker like clusters of stars
On a moonless night
Though
All along in vain
#Pulchritude #Heart break  

#Bewitching eyes #Stars  

#Longing #Despair
 Jul 2015
Alyanne Cooper
The ground shook yesterday,
And the limb I perched upon
Bowed and threatened to break.
The sky above darkened with clouds
As moisture gathered in the air.
My fingers loosened from their firm grasp
Round the branches to which I clung.
And as the sky lit up with nature's fireworks
Of crisscrossing patchwork lightning
I stood up and spread my arms.
The wind picked up and beat icy droplets
Into my chest and cheeks.
And in the moment before I fell,
I yelled.
As the breath escaped my lungs
In a violent echoing release,
I closed my eyes and steadied myself
And then stepped off and flew.
Oh what a flight it was!
And the ground caught me
Like a frypan catches the tossed up pancake.
And all life was beaten from my body
And all my demons exorcised.

And then my eyes peeled open
To see the white ceiling above
And i felt the starched sheets
Chaffing my sweat-soaked skin
And I realized I have to live the day
All over again.
 Jul 2015
Ricci Moon ScottBCM
Oh My.... The Blue and White Checkered Board Floor in that house, Memories Flooded me last night. then I awoke screaming a few things, as in my dreams I was on the walkway on my knees just distraught and terrified screaming " it was not my fault, they stole my memories, they didn't believe me and they called me a liar."   and was having full on flashbacks and bizarre dreams. coconut shavings in a can that tasted so good, they were like milk. dumbo the elephant, golden trains all on a children's book, and readings, like "broken pre ***, short and stout, here is my handle and here my broken spout" a bead girl in the marsh by the house in the dream,  the pegboard and the spotless floor blue and white keep clean, asking to go, or as we heard someone in the kitchen working and trying to hold it in. and then, watching as we drove by my grand mothers as I cry thinking, she will never know that it was not her fault and she will not know where to find me as I was doing as I was told by driver.  I remembered the taste of pennies in my mouth as my bones would bend, always wishing they would break but they would just bend. and I kept hearing," likely blew with is horn, crying wolf, crying wolf, lil boy blew,blew his silly lil horn and no one would believe all the children were torn."   yes, the house with the blue and white checkered floor seems to have triggered finally a few memories and some very intense and did I mention intense dreams.  I woke screaming and sweating a few times while sleeping in phoenix'a bed.  yeah.I could use ... yeah ... that was ... yeah.. but now I remember, and I tried, and there are parts I targeting talk about on here. yes I see ... too and the girl blue and all the....... wow intense dreams.
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
The light-holes in the dusk art our's
She cometh from the moon
She resteth upon mar's....






©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
The promise of vexation hath come to me again
It fills mine worries
And delights me as kin..

To wanteth just ones all
From beginning to end
To stand in a hall
Of marital bliss....

To look up ahead
To ***** on below
None others let in
Just two lovers made whole.....

A chandelier madeth of obsidian
Dusk as ourn floor's
Righteous opal
For mine mi amour

Nothing asunder
Just wonder's of polite
The cat's eye moonstone
A splendid insight......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
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