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 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
I think I'm sick from all of this pain
Tis
Just me and mine self
Staring at eachother again

And trust me,
Me left with me
Not exactly the best couple!!
 Jul 2015
Chris
What is love,
it is everything...

The good and the bad,
sharing, learning, comforting,
no sides, no boundaries,
understanding,
even if you don't,
arms open...wide,
mind open...wider,
heart always accepting that
not everything is easy,
the bed of roses comes with thorns,
but you endure,
scars will show,
yet are considered beautiful,
skinned knees, bike rides,
mis-spoken words, well meaning
badly timed, hurt feelings,
chocolate covered sundaes,
picnics in the park, yardwork,
lost keys, little lies, surprise parties,
(when you specifically said no,)
breakfast in bed, arguments,
making love, making the bed afterward,
bad movies, dead cell phone batteries,
***** dishes, headaches,
eye rolls, laughter, hugs,
poetry,
being far, being close,
sweet kisses, feeling wanted,
nothing is ever too much,
tough decisions, agreed upon outcomes,
looked forward to moments,
tears, smiles, big smiles, bigger smiles,
holding hands, support,
truth, long days,
passionate nights,
taking chances,
dreaming,
rainy mornings,
bad moods, good moods,
really good moods,
candlelit dinners,
promised forevers,
(meant)
hot coffee, chilled wine,
warm affection and
brain freezes...

What is love...it is everything,
if it is you and me
Love is not easy but so well worth it.
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
(Woman)
What man maketh as his footstool,
What a king calleth as his queen...

Which art thou oh man?

A man? Or a king???
This is truth harsh truth. Men makes woman his slave and footstool when he should make her a queen as she is.     ....so men are u the king to a queen? Or a man beast who makes women his slave to make as another material? For you to choose.  I choose to treat one as queen
 Jul 2015
Richard Riddle
"Reading", is one thing; "Comprehension", is another!

copyright: richard riddle-July 02, 2015
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Tis whimsical yes?
How the pariah's of old
Such as Picasso
Poe
Vangogh
Egon schiele
El Greco
Oscar Wilde
Emily Dickinson
John Keats
michelangelo
( all poet's or artists)
All were the relic age nobody's to quote (popular society.).....
And they went broke pushing their beauties,

Yet now look at them
Millionaires in their graves....

Bet their looking down thinking
Really????
Pariah is pretty much a loser lol thanks wolf for telling me this so I used it as title lol
Inspired by Wolfie
 Jul 2015
Chirayu Writer
Reality is the fact of life and fact of peoples...
    Newspaper and News shows the reality of world......
  Social media shows the reality of people and shadow of life
in real world......

    Reality can be an imagination. or perception of people....
                            
                              Perception
It's not what do you look at that matters, it's what you see. 
People seem to get those two confused.
               "looking" and "seeing"....

                                                              -Chirayu
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Man canst waiteth to get out of his prison cage
Meaning his body
 Jul 2015
poetessa diabolica
Hungered for a taste
  of your elixir's essence,
drunken inhalations
   of your poetry
a splendiferous whirl
 of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
    and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
 spirited of the heart,
gleaned in the soul,
yearnings of another
  chapter's paradise
universal experiences
etched of hourglass sand,
 written upon endlessly
    chimerical verses
wildflower gardens drenched
    of dandelion's plum wine
swooning under a
hypnotic scripted spell,
intoxicating power
of unchained symphonies
dancing amongst skies'
released euphoria
 resonating in a song's
   reprised melodies,
breathlessness of delirium's
  celestial pauses
  in vaporous breezes'
  unfurling undulation,
captivated by rhythmic
  destiny reverberating in
     *****' pleasurable calling
  quenched of sacred
     offering's quell
transcending earthly
   persuasions' rhyme,
let me lick the nectar from
   your  poesy's  insatiable  lips,
sweet mercy's healing
   captured in rapturous
   surrender's reawakening ~

Je veux que vous tous,

tu me manques*



Ce que vous manquez de moi?
Je te veux - I want you
tu me manques - I miss you
 Jul 2015
Earl Jane


Hold me closer to you,
     Until this throe is over,
          Wipe away this despairing tears,
              And build smile into my face,
          Take away all of this weights I'm lifting,
       And let me rest in your embrace,
   Whisper comfort into my ears,
With the warmth of your breath I feel.


                                You're all that I needed.


                                                    But­­ oh well, I won't expect too much,
                                          I know for a fact that it won't happen,

'Cause I'm just a NOBODY.





                             © Earl Jane
                               ♥ E.J.C.S.
First post
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Amperage of connections fallen out and lost
No carnival party to revive.
Ashore astronomical beholders vision,
A needle through the rich man's eye!!!!
Camilla scents,
Canopied distinguished in canistered tents.......
Century carols confine the interstate mind!!!
Circulation is impatient wherein clots block chloroform vine's....
Wed-lock intensifiers waiteth to be fed,
Trapped,
Packed,
Chained to their beds....

Hath thou lost thyself yet???
Prison poetry
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Untamed mammals release tensions before mine own eye's. Chains art broke, none more cloaks to hide those dreading thoughts of suicide. Raging dictating swearer's, jewels traded for tools as the sun lowers. Tis this place gets rarer and bare. . . . . . .Cars surround. Compound their rubbers to bullets of blood issued steel. . .Captivating and excruciating. Music to thy ear's turneth to bad news! ! Chess sweepers. Checker winners. Both losers whilst the rest born sinners. . . Costly state pay to fatcat pocket books hands; some issue warnings whilst protective custody issues dull demands. . . . . All prosecution standeth  to issued remaxed detective blogees. . . . . . .redneck respecters cometh with protectors whilst the odd breeds cometh with a dodger. . . . . .mystique, defeat. . . . .to thy hands thou art tied from behind! Move up the latter, tasteth thine coroded own chatter, the deaf art now the blind. . . . . . .
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