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Love stories are not meant to be lived
you know that from the deleted faces
and vanished traces
of the ones once most valuable to you.


I don't get you I said
don't I feel a regret
for the women i loved
but was never able to live with

don't they still haunt me
?

Regret is not the word
the man was adamant,
it's more a mourning for your failure
a tormenting reminder of an undefined deficiency
that you were not up to them
or in the wrath of missing the target
they were not up to you

and then he fired the killing shot

what you remember is not the love
years have wiped out the details
leaving you with the embers of unaccomplished missions
which in the first place
you didn't deserve to be a part of
.

I hated his departing words.

True love lives in the stories
and love stories are not meant to be lived.
 Oct 2017
Melissa S
Halloween night on this hallowed ground
I stand here among all these terrifying sounds
With the sky so dark the moon barely glows
The creatures of the night gather around close
Hiding in the shadows of the night
Trying to give me a big ole fright
But what these monsters do not know
I have come prepared with my own ammo
Wolf man steps up with his intent to maul
but I distract him by throwing a tennis ball
A witch flies in and thinks I didn't spot her
then flies away when I spray holy water
Dracula with no one around to judge
Was happy I brought him a bag of blood
Frankenstein was pretty easy to fend
All he wanted was to have a new friend
Moral of this story is pretty simple...
Yes monsters are out there
but lets clear up all the confusion
The real monsters out there are human

Happy Halloween HP :)
~No Halloween would be complete.. without a little love spell turning you into my trick and my tasty treat. Most people call me a poetess most would welcome me by sight ..I always write with dire passion and always leave my mark with a bite ~
 Oct 2017
G Rog Rogers
If all the beauty of existence
were put within a song
Would it not be
the heart of woman
for it then
to be written upon?

Then all the choirs of Heaven
would sing as one

I might then hear the beauty
of the chorus as they sing
And marvel in amazement
from the deepest darkness
of this lowest place I'm in

So never quiet
an hymn of sorrow
nor despise the tears of joy
For those who
from the darkness
yet remember how wonderful life was

Memories awaken
and hope is again reborn
At that melodious
first moment
of a woman's heartfelt song

Hers is in the singing
as life is once
more renewed
Hers is in the song
as is the Heavens
eternal truth

Yes if all the beauty
of existence
were put within a song
Would it not be
the heart of woman
for it then to be written upon?

-R.

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The stars above gave a twinkly show
on that night my heart found you
pointing the way, my heart should go
to find a love so rare and true.

The passing clouds changed their play
allowing the stars dance to show,
calling out, to the moon to come
and shine his beautiful glow.

Seeing the love, the moon joined in
sending beams of silvery light,
guiding your heart, straight to mine
on that warm summers night.

All the magic, within the night air
created a beautiful loving song,
one that will play, forevermore
until all time and space is gone.*
~
You have
              always
been that missing piece;
         that missing  piece of me
that mystery in my life
              the magic
                the fire
                  the delight  
                    the desire
only through your eyes
                  can I see myself
and a new way
                a new life of
                        beauty
                           stability
                             tranquility...
With you
            I know true love!
You are
          my one star in the dark of night
              my true beating heart delight
the truest beauty that holds my sight
       my Sun, my forever shining light.
The beauty in my life is all YOU!!!
 Oct 2017
Lazhar Bouazzi
In the sandy dunes of words
And the sparkling foams of light
He riots as a snake would do
With his forked tongue - 'tween the Unlet-
Tered stones of a sunny graveyard.

© LazharBouazzi  (14 October, 2017)
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