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She writes from deep within her
Opening up her soul to all,
finding the words like a river
Allowing them to come, to flow


Power transformed to her fingers,
igniting the flames of her soul
Fire given form to the written page
Releasing all she has deep inside
Just like she would submit to a lover


All-consuming fire is in my essence
An eternal flame burning wildly,
never to diminish, throughout time
As it seeps through these fingers,
in unearthly passion, writ in blood


A creative mind is set into motion
Capture now this notion, if you will
As I spew forth, in depths unknown
Yet known, in the core of existence
The pulse of an unrelenting desire


I press pen unto page within love
Nevermore to please the masses
Evermore to appease the essence
I care naught for fame, nor fortune
Wishing merely to pierce the silence


In a sole purpose, right to be heard
Amongst the chaos of every day
Creating a cleverly laid design,
to ensnare those who take notice
Touching the soul of yet another




Copyright © 1/2013 Chris Smith/Lucy Martins


All poetry by Chris Smith/Lucy Martins are copyright protected by International Copyright Law, the use without written permission is illegal. All Rights Reserved ©
We have all had life, ripped from our arms.
We have all had love, taken from our arms.
But we have not, given up on love.
We have not, given up on life.

Life, it has hurt us all.
But we stayed strong,
and corrected what was wrong.

No one, makes mistakes on purpose.
So forgive everyone,
for everything they’ve done.

No man deserves, to die at war.
But it’s his choice, to go to war.
The day that we, realize the nonsense,
of war and the, misuse of violence.

War, it has effected us all.
but we stayed strong,
and corrected what was wrong.

No one, makes mistakes on purpose.
So forgive everyone,
for everything they’ve done.

When, innocent people die,
the killers, better have a good alibi.
Because there, will be a day,
were we, make the killers pay.

Death, it has hurt us all.
But we stayed strong,
and corrected what was wrong.

No one, makes mistakes on purpose.
So forgive, everyone,
for everything, they have done.

Just don’t forgive the killers!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio.
This was originally a song.
 Jul 2018
Moriah Jean
I think I'll let you hold me for a little while longer,
Because I love the warmth
As much as you love me.
And you might think I'm cruel for letting you hold me together,
But you need to feel strong
Like I need to breathe.

Baby, be my savior in an empty parking lot;
Be my laughter in the evening,
And my strength when I am not.
Honey,
You can drown my every care and keep me warm at night,
But I'm never gonna need you, 'cause you're not who's on my mind.

I think I'll let you use me for a little while longer,
I love to feel needed
Like you love to feel free.
And you might think I'm blind for thinking we might get together,
But I need the lie
As much as you need me.

Baby, be my savior in an empty parking lot;
Be my laughter in the evening,
And my strength when I am not.
Honey,
You can drown my every care and keep my warm at night,
But I'm never gonna need you, 'cause you're not who'd on my mind.

And you can tell me
That it's empty
And it doesn't mean a thing.
Well, I'm hoping
Just for your sake
That is what you really think.
'Cause the truth is
We're all users
In a drug infested life.
Where the cause
Of the effect
Is being lonely and alive.
© December 28th, 2010 Moriah Jean

This one is dedicated to anyone who knows what I'm talking about.
Sometimes, you have to wait,
for things like love.
It comes, beautifully,
like a white dove.

It can be painful waiting,
for life to pass.
You'll miss it though when it's gone,
it goes by fast.

Time is, the enemy,
battling life.
Slitting us, by the throat,
with a butter knife.

Life will show you no mercy,
unforgiving.
But don't let that stop you,
stop you from living.

When you've fallen victim to time,
always keep this in mind.
Your life was not lived to die,
life was lived to be alive.

Time kills, and likes to die,
noose around neck.
Death takes, advantage of,
the nervous wreck.

Over time, comes brother death,
wanting your soul.
Takes your life, in one big bite,
eating you whole.

When you've fallen victim to time,
always keep this in mind.
Your life was not lived to die,
life was lived to be alive,
your life was lived to be alive.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio.
 Jul 2018
Louis Brown
Good morning, Mister Moon, I guess you never sleep
It's 4 a.m. and I'm still counting sheep
I want you on my side to bring her to my place
Without her smile, your moonlight's such a waste


In your gentle light her warm lips feel so right
A little moondust could make these prospects bright
She takes my breath when I see her come in sight
So send your beams and warm her heart tonight

Please Mister Moon, my easy going friend
I pray you'll help me reach her heart again
I crave her touch in your warm moonlight glow
She stirs the strongest feeling life can know

You've always done such magic things before
So turn the tide and make her mine once more
I'll pull her close behind that cloudy draw
I swear I'll love her by the highest law




Copyright Louis Brown
 Jul 2018
Ben
Paint my sunset bright with brushstrokes from your lips
Don't leave me with nothing but a memory of this
An Artist's touch is what we need
Girl you said you'd never leave
So hold me close cause it's just so **** cold
Open your eyes and look to the sky
What's happened is over we said our goodbyes

Put the down the pencil you didn't even try
We took all our chances and had our last night
Open your eyes and look to the sky
What's happened is over we said our goodbyes

Color in the pages of the stories of our lives
Reds and blues just like the bruise you gave my heart that night
Cut my face out of the picture
Sloppy now you're cutting quicker creating you're own world to the tune of an artists lullaby

Open your eyes and look to the sky
What's happened is over we said our goodbyes
Put down the pencil you didn't even try
We took all our chances and had our last night
Open your eyes and look to the sky
What's happened is over we said our goodbyes


I'm looking up at the stars in the sky
They remind me of the gleam in your eyes
And the way your smile shined
Oh I wish you were mine

Broken now with colors gone
The world is gray it's said and done
Erase your mistakes and go with the break
Cleaning up the lies you spilled and messes that you make
 Jul 2018
Ben
The feeling of fall

Will forever remind me of you

Of the nights that we shared

The smell of vanilla in the air



This is the time of year I will never forget

The love that we shared the secrets we kept

These are the scars that I'll always bare

Stitched on the sleeve of my hoodie you wear



Kiss the chill night

To taste the pain

Look in your eyes

Betray I'm ok



This is the time of year I will never forget

The love that we shared the secrets we kept

These are the scars I'll always bare

Stitched on the sleeve of my hoodie you wear



Chills coursing down my spine

Hands fumble explore bodies fingers intertwine

Learning and finding new ways

To pass these fall days



This is the time of year I will never forget

The love that we shared the secrets we kept

These are the scars I'll always bare

Stitched on the sleeve of my hoodie you wear



Now you're in his arms

And I'm all alone

He's kissing the lips

Once pressed upon mine



This is the time of year I will never forget

The love that we shared the secrets we kept

These are the scars that I'll always bare

Stitched on the sleeve of my hoodie you wear



And I swear that I'm fine

Believe me I'm fine
I just can't get the smell

Of vanilla off my mind
I was traveling down,
a long, dusty road.
Wind blowing through my hair,
I was on my own.

I saw from a distance,
he was standing there.
Running his rough hands,
through his thick white hair.

I tried to walk by him,
but he grabbed my arm.
"Hello", he said to me,
"I don't mean any harm."

Then he said...

"I have an offer,
that you can't resist.
I can make you famous,
I can make you rich.
All you need to do,
is sell me your soul...
And I'll give you all you want and more."

He stared me in the eyes,
his eyes were black as coal.
They ****** me in,
just like two black holes.

I shook his hand and said,
"Sir, you have a deal."
I started to walk away,
man that was a steal.

Before I could walk away,
he grabbed me by the arm.
"Wait one second," he said,
"you're mine from now on."

Then he said...

"I gave you an offer,
I knew you couldn't resist.
I knew you wanted fame,
I knew you wanted to be rich.
All I needed from you,
was your pathetic soul...
And now you're mine forever."

I made a deal with the Devil,
now there's no looking back.
Made a deal with the Devil,
a deadly compact.

He gave me an offer,
he knew I couldn't resist.
He knew I wanted fame,
knew I wanted to be rich.
All he needed from me,
was my pathetic soul...

Let my greed get to me,
now he has me,
forever.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Jul 2018
Phia
Tell me, do you miss me?
Do you think of me at night?
Do you wish that,
You could hold me
And tell me that everything's alright
Do you hear me in the songs you sing
Or see me in all the little things
You do.
Cause those are all the things
I want to tell you.
 Jul 2018
Kellin
I'll be the one from
your past in the photograph that you ripped in half
Don't you worry though
because you'll be popular with all the girls when you tell them about me, they'll fall at your feet with half hearted sympathy, but you'll still be empty
And that platonic embarce will only leave you in tangled sheets because you're codependent and demanding and it'll cost her

And the worst part is history will repeat itself and someone will get me back and then I'll know what it's like for someone to leave me like that

But it has been good to hear you're doing fine, stable and over me
Funny how tables turns
And much as I want to hate you I only end up hating myself
And all that's left of us is the reason you're good to someone else
 Apr 2018
Jack P
and so the melody went: C, A, G, E, C, A, G, E, C, A, G, E
and he was locked inside it
and his heartbeat was in 9/8; a rhythm he struggled to move to
and it set his veins to boiling temperature
and the blood bubbled like soup on a stovetop
and the vessels burst like a boat in a storm

                                                                           ...until he found the key,
                                                                           that unlocked the CAGE.
the idea of tension and release in chord progressions in music
 Feb 2018
Kellin
Love is
deliberate
Love is a
conscious decision
What does love mean to you?
 Feb 2018
Kellin
It does not hit you until it's over
You then realize how achingly lovely it was to be missed by someone who gave you their best days

Now you are walking down the street with empty hands
Hoping your entire body stops aching
Hang on till the hurt is gone
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