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 Mar 2015
wordvango
it seems came her

adrift on mellow breezes
faintly scent o' strawberries

red dawn golden lashes  in rhythms
upon a meadow painted by
Emerson words and Van Gogh splashes

so lightly afoot
so not to spoil any of nature

listening
relaying

being
her.
 Mar 2015
PrttyBrd
Fear
Judged by irrationality
Hidden in accidental oversights
Feeding the dragon that leaks molten lava in salty streaks of regret
Fear
Empty wasted emotion
Saving ourselves from ourselves
Saving you from me
Worst case scenarios never included you punishing me at the sight of my weakness
Fear
You only love me beautiful
Love is a profound type of collective psychosis
Looks like strength but hides the truth
The truth that certainty is the truest delusion
Fear
On my best day, in the best possible scenario, I am still invisible
Open and still transparent
Full and still forgotten
Insightful and irrelevant my thoughts pour out unheard
Fear
In my demon's shadows lives the truth of my vulnerability
I am weak because I love you
I am a warrior because you love me
I am strong because I love you
I am a lamb because you love me
Fear
Spilling my unseen secrets
My evil self-talk, my mantra of honest lies
The purr of a kitten unsettles a soul beginning to believe it mattered
Pain dismissed in the peaceful snores of a tired moon
Fear
The sun shines in hope on the remnants of dream
On the nightmare of forgotten, overlooked, inconsequential truth
Empty apologies and the familiarity of beloved anguish
Herald the realization, that words don't matter
Truth or lies, faithless faithful, and a newfound silence
Fear
Invisible save for the ash lines that tell the tale
Of how I begged forgiveness for sharing my tormented and twisted mind
Only to be interrupted by the sounds of your peaceful slumber
Fear**
To be everything to your everything
and realize I am still........nothing at all
31115
To Him, poetic license, I know I am your sun.  I know who you are. But sometimes..."because we love, we hurt."
 Dec 2014
Kelly Rose
The muse of
Edgar Allen Poe
visited with me
late one night
And the walls
of my mind
bled red

The muse of
Emily Dickinson
visited with me late
one night
And I found out
Death
is a real chatty kind of guy

The muse of
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
visited my dreams
late one night
Teaching me the sweet
depth, breadth, and height
of a love so true

The muse of
Robert Frost
gave me nightmares
late one night
Making me choose a road to travel
and reminding me of the
"miles to go before I sleep"

Smirking
my muse laughed
"just stick with me
kid,
at least with me
blood won't coat the walls of your mind
nor will you have to listen
to Death's incessant chatter
you'll never drown
in that big river
of love
nor worry about the miles you have to travel
so open your heart
your soul
and
what you will find
is the most
beautiful gift ever bestowed
your voice
and finally your song
will be sung"
12/17/2014
Just trying something new
 Dec 2014
Traveler
Blessed are the eyes of the poets
who see a deeper truth.
I will write a poem but my heart hurts so much right now. It seems life is not very fair at this moment.
I know bad things happen all the time and it’s how we react to it that shows what kind of person we are. But right now I feel like a weak person.
Things that are important to me might not be important to anyone else, I realize that. But right now they are very important to me. I pray tomorrow it will not matter so much.
I know we get lonely and lose loved ones and make bad choices that we are sorry for later. I know we have a God that loves us no matter what.
I just want to feel better and writing always helps me to do just that and I am going to try and write a poem that says how I feel.
The day started like all the rest
It took me by surprise
It’s apparent
It’s obvious
When life tears me down
Fear fills my heart
All I ask
Please hold me in your arms
The nights of endless pain
Suffering that I can no longer stand
Just help me through the fright
Hold my hand through the rain
Teach me how to face the world
Shelter me against the storms
Help me hold my head up high
In the scary night
As I sit on the side of the bed
Waking up with a fright
As the storms of my life
Grabs my being
As I say goodbye
In the blink of the eye
I chase away a tear
As life continues on
Even if it kills me
I might not write
Very well
I might not be the smartest
And I might not go very far in life
This I do know
But as life continues on
Slowly oh slowly we die.....

Debbie Brooks 2014
 Dec 2014
Nicholas
When you earn love, you never treat that right
& when it walks out the barren roads
You run after the love making things clear with a pine

The gravity of universe attracts the love
For the piece of magnetic life
Your heart works upon your thoughts
And, you get lost to the pulse rated night

The life wonders. . .
When you earn love, you negotiate to feel the incense of it
& when the fragrances snicks out the world
You become desperate to drink each & every drop of bliss
Oh... So, life wonders, what's this?

Some visions, many questions
Comin' to hit you up at dusk
You living beyond the region, where there's no another sun

Sun never awaits for you to get scrolled down the sky
Moon ain't stop for you to come outta behind the light
What you've found in your hands. . .from the world
Is another “wonder to wander” to solving the puzzles of infatuated night.
Ps. I still remember the day when i`d joined this resplendent site--it`s June/30th/2014. I`d spent my time on here for a month but, due to some circumstances, I walked out the site on July/29th/2014... umm, not exactly cos, I remind, my last write (i`d dropped on here) was the same one "Infatuated Night", uploaded on August/5th/2014!
And, then I`d deactivated the account but later on, after the few days, when I tried to re-activate the account ... I couldn`t make it open again! Ah! My bad!
I even had tried countless times to re-open my account but every time I stepped up, what all I found`s the tuft of fruitless days. So, in last... I just decided to make a new account and I did.
So, here i`m.. now i`m back.
~
Thanks to all of those who still remember me!
 Nov 2014
Traveler
Can she see through creative eyes
Violet truths, purple lies

Can she feel me when I'm numb
Drink with me the pirate's ***

Can her touch bring me pleasure
Is her bounty hidden treasure

Where I'm going, when I come
Will she know if I'm done

When I bleed will she see red
Will my hungry heart be fed

Shall all be lost in lovers cove
Or shall love shine like stolen gold
Traveler Tim
06-2019
 Oct 2014
Kelly Rose
Lo, she thought she saw
A ray of light
but Alas
No, tis the darkest of nights
10/26/2014
 Oct 2014
r
artifacts arranged
chronologically -

flint and wood
allied with cordage -

sharp-edged bronze and iron
- a skull with cut marks
beside a copper
-tipped alloy bullet

on the shelf between
war and peace
and anthropology -
an anthology

- details emerge
in the painting
- killing is our nature
and dying

- a still life.

r ~ 10/26/14
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Crispy leaves winter brown
crackle neath her feet
she looks good out of town
her eyes are playing sweet!

A little haze morn at ten
the place is real peace
on my lips desires rain
wishing stealing kiss!

She knows it quickens feet
maybe she wants too
her eyes when my eyes meet
read the twinkling cue!

Just we two froths a brew
none to find and look
blushing lips’ crimson hue
knows only that nook!
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