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 Jan 2016
Lovelust
You said you needed someone,
So I was there again,
To try and pick up the pieces,
To try and rekindle our flame,
Of a love that was once broken,
Can be reborn again,
Because I loved you I let you go,
But know its time to hold you in my arms again,
As my love for you never went,
And now I hope you feel the same.
 Jan 2016
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
 Jan 2016
Sedoo Ashivor
Love* may be a feeling
But
Love is not just how you feel,

I love you may be the right words
But
Love is not just what you say,

Love is a decision
And
Love is what you do.
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 Jan 2016
Willard Wells
All night long
I lay by your side,
happiness floods
my soul and heart.

I never want you to
leave my side,
you've brought
happiness to my life.

Never leave my side
be my one and only,
from this time forward,
for all time.......

Be the love
I have always
searched for,
all my life.

You are the one
that makes my heart
skip many beats as
my heart beats for you.
 Jan 2016
R
2.
no matter the steps i take throughout the day or the things i do, my mind always ends up right back where it left off:
on *you
**
 Jan 2016
Q
If we as humans could indeed fly
If we could take to the heavens and kiss the sky
If we could truly reach up with wings to guide us
It would feel much the same as falling in love.

These wings of mine are tipped with joy
The feathers woven from thoughts sweet and coy
The bones are hollow and made of steel
And the power of flight received in what I feel.

If we as humans could indeed soar
If we could shoot for the sky and past it for more
If we could fly our way straight to the sun
I reckon it'd feel much like finding the one.
The first of a five set for the new year
 Jan 2016
christhamF
You're not in my computer,

But you are on my screen,

So if I type that I love you

You know what I mean.


You're not in my house,

But you are in my room,

So if I type that I hold you,

It's to brighten my gloom.


You're not in my garden,

But you are in my flowers,

So if I type that I watch you,

It's for hours and hours.


You're not in my radio,

But you are in my song,

So if I type that I need you,

It's because we belong.


You're not in my body,

But you are in my whole,

So if I type that I want you,

You are holding my soul.
 Jan 2016
The Last Wordsmith
The hug that felt like everything, would really be alright.
The kiss that without a doubt, had easily made my night.
The girl that I am falling for, without a single fear.
The relationship I'm wishing for, is drawing ever near.
 Dec 2015
Key
To the future I don't know
Toast to the stars.
It's written in our destiny
Whether we know it or not
It can be predicted
But there are exploding stars
Making you unprepared for the unexpected
Anything goes, but for you I know it won't
The universe listens and feeds us
What we desire and don't
Your energy fills the galaxy
Therefore it gives back, of course with time
So just give yourself away
Its so much harder to fight than to let go
Slow down and that shove will be a light push
Don't force it, it will happen.

To the past we once knew
Tilt my glass to the homies who ain't make it through
A rose was planted for you
To my surprise it grew.
Underneath all that concrete
Those roots, yeah, they run deep
To the haters who wanted sleep
Shut up, I don't want to hear ish, not a peep
This is my time, and all of it I intend to keep
My energy has traveled the universe
In these red chucks, I mean converse
Just for me to end back with you
Giving myself to you, feeling myself inside you.
No, it wasn't forced
****, I don't even know the source
But now I'm trying to figure out what course
To take
Should I give myself away
Or fight it, like Rocky
No I'm not trying to be cocky
But I know you want me.
When we kiss, starz explode
But my destiny is trying to unfold
Its not my intentions to be a ****
This life is just nothing we can predict
Whatever happens, happens is the verdict!
 Dec 2015
E. E. Cummings
my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense
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