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 Dec 2015
Butch Decatoria
RED
1.        Dying of a day /     reflections


on surfaces of oceans


burnt umber, blue, and blood

the sinking sun

                       wounded

death is red


before the dark         / ruins...



2.

It is the sensation of ripples
when supple pink linguist
leaves poetic yearning

fires touching
on nape and taste,

lifting countries and new
conquered kingdoms
of skin

gooseflesh and earthquakes
blood as lava

rushes in
     kabuki cheeks
          secret joy begins

red and parched

sudden seas of thirst
parts / our senses / must
breathe ...
(like art)

Magic whispers kiss
because touch enpassioned
is red
    and wish.



3.

Love lorn letters

poetic bliss
     spontaneous wings born


each ache and void
trumpeting words

when distance fails
the hearts which speak

red

the oceans felt
the tides that ebb
hurried pleas

desperations
red

when letters
lose the dying magnitude

the importance
and impetus

that love must free

clarion song
of hearts are red

as are all
kisses (scarlet)
even to air
and dead

begins on such lips

red....
Try starting with 3 and finishing with 1, and the story may seem more clear. Either way, the progression of emotion is the same... any questions please don't hesitate to message me.
 Dec 2015
Butch Decatoria
LIGHTYEARS

Space is Time is Light
it's speed can measure ages'
infinite distance.



ROADS

Where choice begins
some are quick to find its end
wise keeps journeying.
 Dec 2015
Emily Williams
happy anniversary
you let me **** your flaccid ****
then let me go
naked
wet
exposed
nothing but your ***** sheets
to shield me from your sting
"i dont feel the same way"
you said
every
word
a
nail
in
my
coffin.
 Dec 2015
Rhianecdote
I have made my peace
With all that is fleeting

The ships will sail
To where they're meant to be

Time will run as it always has
But it shall not run from me

I will not stand and watch as they go
I will not give chase as they leave

Time will run
And ships will sail

But I will go my own way to see
What awaits me

I will be left
Though not alone

But Smiling

With all the memories
That accompany me
Life is but a series of moments.

I heard a song recently and it pulled me into a kind of reverie that I haven't had for some time. It transported me to those moments we have in life, precious ones where you almost take a step out of yourself to appreciate it fully. You know that it is going to come to an end but that doesn't matter because it is in these moments that you can say with a certainty   "I know happiness and I am eternally grateful for it."

Kodaline- Love like this (Acoustic)
 Dec 2015
SøułSurvivør
if
flowers were
made of sealing wax
and the trees
of woven flax
if the fish
could dip and fly
and the canyons
just a sigh
if the sea were
made of glass
and could be held
within a flask
if the mountains
were a pyre
and heaven was
a molten fire

if Atlantis
could be found
and all birds
flew underground
if crocodiles
we're meek and kind
and could restore
my tattered mind
if bricks of stone
would tear apart
and could repair
my broken heart
if all these things
could come to be
my lover
would
return
to
me


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2015
I'm very depressed.

Not due to lost love...
but a close friend of mine
had a nervous breakdown.

I'm sorry I'm not reading as much,
but I'm having trouble concentrating.

Thanks for understanding.

♡Cathy
 Dec 2015
Aishwarya Nair
Will you promise to
bring comfort to shaking hands?
You are all they need.
Love is so vapid for me,
I feel like don't want to love anymore,but
When i see you;
I startled and ponder,
Why god takes a lot of time to,
Make a men like you for me ?
Every dames fairytale dream is,
A hubbie who hearkens patiently.
Now i got mine.
But,
I want to utter something
I thought this was a real seal,
You & me were locked
A padlock of emotions and feelings.
I had cried so many tears
I felt all alone.
Its made my heart black ,
Like a chunk of coal.
When times runs out
My heart cognized everything
Now i come from the hazy sphere.
I can sense you now.
You  fell in love,
From the moment you laid eyes on me.
When,  I juxtapose you with the star's
He feels covetous because,
You and your  love is most beaming.
Whem you clutch me in your arms,
Is the best loved part of the day.
Over a period of time,
I got to know the real you.
Sometimes you are my bestie
Sometimes my soulmate
Sometimes my acharya.
I know you,
Like no one i have ever known.
I am sorry if i do something make you really mad.
I am sorry for breaking your heart but,
I can't promise you that we will never fight
But i can promise,
With all my heart
I will always love you and never leave you.
When i say adieu, promise me you won't cry,
Bcz the day i will be saying farewell,
**Is the day i die.
For all Beau's and Leman's
 Dec 2015
Walter W Hoelbling
my love is like a glowing rose
that grows in an ebony chamber
forever there to stay alive
forever to remember

forever to remember there
how strong once burned a fire
it fied the sun and blinded day
so high it dared aspire

some day a storm again
will blow through open doors
   will stir the slumbering ember
and raise a flaming rose of love
that burns the ebony chamber
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Two entities, henceforth defying gravity, afloat insanity; we art passed that point. We art crazed, a duo insane, madly in love to the brimful. We art unknown to the world, extramundane pearl's, connecting to maketh the same link.

ii.

Roses yellow, aloft the meadow's, on one knee I bow, to taketh a ring, sunshine gleam; to slip onto her finger, whilst choir's sing loud.

iii.

Into her iris, I swirleth around, I sink into comfort, her pupil's art made of mystical realm's. A kingdom of Jane, wherein mine heart Pound's, because her beauty is woven into mine soul and back out.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Reflections of Paris this morning , for all the inhabitants of the world , especially those inspired by beautiful works of art and architecture  ! Those fortunate enough to have dined in world class eateries on cuisine prepared by Master Chefs , marveled over the downtown skyline high atop prominent monuments ! Impassioned lovers perusing her avenues , window shopping store fronts , boutiques along famous boulevards ! Senior couples recalling their yesteryears with great joy , frolicking , happy children playing in parklands , feeding songbirds with euphoria and curiosity , strolling walkways along the riverbank at Dusk with great wonderment and personal reflection  
The poet and poetess , musician and thespian , ballet dancer and street performer .. To lovers young and old , the continued hope of gaiety and splendor at every turn !
She is lovely indeed , the Queen of all that is beautiful on this Earth* ..
Copyright November 8 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015
Shyanne Galvan
I am in love with you
I wonder why i feel this way
I hear dreams come true
I see the twinkling stars
I want you to feel the same way
I am in love with you

I pretend I'm living a fantasy
I feel so special to have you
I touch the warmness of your lips
I worry you will leave soon
I cry when you are not here
I am in love with you

I understand I'm too young to feel this way
I say no one can keep us apart
I dream you're my prince charming
I try not to let them get to me
I hope you know what you mean to me
I am in love with you
-s.g
Copyright Shyanne Galvan
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