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 Jan 2016
Bunhead17
As a addict with a pen,
who's addicted to the wind...
The waves mean nothing to me.*
But know this i'm addicted to you
I have tasted your mind
and I cannot forget its flavor.
The first time I kissed you,
I was hooked.
Addicted to you.
I could never love anyone
the way I loved you.
You are my sugar rush,
my ******* bliss,
my illegal high,
my perfect kiss.
I will wait for you,
because I don't want anyone else.
Title inspired by Twenty-One Pilots  @falenacon.blogspot.com
 Jan 2016
Miguela shine
I thought that I would be happy to find
What I thought to be the end of my search
Distraught, a sad, and lost, tailless feline
Whose whiskers when in dark will make me lurch
Instead of clear and happy carefree days
The tempest that I feel inside my being
I question if this is the right of way
Results I heed are sitting unforseen
To tumble back to where I once began
Traveling to a wider range of sea
I’ll cast my line with bait of truth and love
And see what type of rarity will be
Maybe this catch will be willing to stay
And i’ll vow not to fish another day.
Part of An Animal Sonnet series I'm doing
 Jan 2016
PaperclipPoems
He grabbed her hand
     Covered her eyes
      Snatched her from gravity
      Flew her to the highest point in the skies
      Held her body tight

" O p e n  y o u r  e y e s "

She did and what she saw was terrifying
      The world beneath her feet

He said
    *Don't be scared
        I've got you
             And I'm  n e v e r  letting you go
Don't let me go...
 Jan 2016
PaperclipPoems
For all of the times that I thought I fell in love
This surpasses them all
Lifting my body and soul into the clouds
There is no need to fall

There is no pressure to jump
Only a hand to walk by my side
For all of those times that I thought I was in love
I now just say I was simply blind

With the weight of my stresses forcing me down
He soothes my mind and brightens my days
Gifting me laughter and his strong embrace
He understands me in all of my different ways

For all of those people whom I've claimed to love
The love had faded each time so fast
I do now believe because I fell into it
That love never truly had a chance

This man, he has given me a seed
He gently wrapped it in my hand
He helps me water it daily
And we wait patiently for it to expand

Delicate and frail this tiny blossom shall be
But in time it will stand strong within the forest
A symbol of what he and I could be
If true love is in fact written in the stars for us.
Thoughts are skipping around, so many different ways to go with this, but this is the first thought that came to mind and sometimes a messy poem can portray the realist emotions.
 Jan 2016
Aztec Warrior
Angelic Burning, Sinful Yearning**

Time stood still once.
The earth spun off its axis,
the moon dropped from the sky
as leaves turned bright lemony
and violety blue.
You wrote me a poem
covered in gypsy dust,
laced with ****,
lust filled sin,
and I devilishly took you in
as you whispered seductively,
“Do you get it now!?”
~~~
Oh yes, my love,
I get it.
But I must ask,
“Do you get
I hold you like fire
inside my heart?”
~~~
And then time started again.
An Autumn moon
got caught in my dream catcher’s web
as stars ran in circles
dripping cosmic radiation
on wildflower ecstasies
of insanity’s desires
and you vanish into the
dark vistas of night,
leaving me only this
angelic burning
and sinful yearning

Are you still out there?

Aztec Warrior 12.22.15
was reading old poems at another poetry web site and this poem came tumbling out...  enjoy the music: Chris Isaak's  "Wicked Game"

https://youtu.be/WtfHk2hSlqA
 Jan 2016
Aztec Warrior
I’ve Said Too Much**

if you think of me
    like i think of you
then i will come to you,
find my way from this deep, deep abyss;
find my way
    to your touch
        your warm embrace
            your strawberry lips.

oh no, i’ve said too much.
i’ve opened my dreams
and fantasies
to your silence.
    and i wonder

who stole your heart?
who left you broken
on the floor with lost innocence,
flayed skin
    bloodied bones
        with chains and locks
            on all your doors?

this cruel life.
    thief
        painmaker
my hands around his neck.
it's for my relief,
i know i can't save you.

oh no, i’ve said too much
now you know my anger,
opened my hatred
to your silence
        and i wonder

if you ever dream of me
    the way i dream of you?
smiling,
    barefoot
running carefree
through a field of wild flowers-
red poppies
    blue bells
        yellow daffodils
            violet snapdragons.
just happy.
cause then i would come to you.
find my way to
    your touch
        your warm embrace
            your strawberry lips.

oh no, i‘ve said too much.
i’ve opened my desires
    dreams
        fantasies
to your silence.

Aztec Warrior 1.3.16
...thanks for reading...
 Jan 2016
David Ehrgott
To the rarest of the women
That my eyes had to behold
An undercover secret
That's worth more than any gold
  
So priceless, you can't find her
(or paint colors 'round her soul)
On a black and white impression
'til she's staring back stone cold
  
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
I'll rock you back and forth 'til dawn
Just to make that tone
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
I will be your daddy
When your daddy's dead and gone
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
My arms will be your cradle
To comfort you from harm
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
Now that I've declared my love
No more to be alone
  
You're under an umbrella
And a sweater keeps you warm
But, more than any rain could fall
My tears, so filled with joy
  
I haven't any joker friends
or live beside a mall
No, all I have are eyes for you
on which they do adore
  
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
..I will rock you all night long
If you make that tone
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
No need to call the painter
When your daddy's home
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
Now that you're beside me
I will keep you safe from harm
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
Come and let me comfort you
Be inside my arms
And moan, Mona Lisa moan
Mona Lisa moan
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