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 Mar 2017
sunprincess
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He is a fabulous poet, I dare say

he captures my attention
whenever he spreads ink on the page

every word, I can't help but enjoy

slowly

like sipping the finest expensive wine
when by candlelight  I dine

sigh

his every word  succulent
upon my tongue

then i melt like an ice cream
on a summer's day
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 Mar 2017
sunprincess
In my imagination your kiss is,
A place where dreams are born
and fantasies come alive
your lips, your eyes, your smile
they drive me wild
and make me fly to the moon
a place where i capture stars
and place them in my endless bag
full of hearts and kisses
and love for you
Your kiss, your sweet kiss
is all i ever dream of
Sweetheart, love, darling you
 Mar 2017
Gidgette
Not reality
A passing thought
Fancied notion

Me,
Melancholy  muse

I'll sing for you
Dance for you
Play my strings for you

But you can never know me,

I am courtesan of the night
Lady of secrets
My soul is but a piece less than yours

Unwhole,
Ebony,
With scarlet bleeding through its cracks

You may touch my skin
Kiss my liquored lips
Unbind my hair,

But you will Never KNOW me

I exist only in the reflection of a tear drop
Soon to evaporate
 Mar 2017
Eudora
My back parallel to the ground
as my nerves and vessels in my head swell.
Puffed eyelids shut gently,
my fingers shiver.
Heavy heart beats with a stagnant beat,
tears flushing down like a waterfall..
forming puddles on my collar bone
before drowning me into a pool
of melancholy and despair.

**Wondering what's in store for me tomorrow,
only if it comes..
#tears #drowningme #tomorrow
#anotherday #notpromised #theirvoices
 Mar 2017
Terry Jordan
Don’t play out in your yard in Miami
I heard it on the evening news
The newsman’s lips slowly moving
Repeating words he’d never choose

An 8 year old girl caught in the crossfire
A shooter so blinded with rage
That he never noticed she was singing
Standing up on her homemade stage

The reporter keeps giving the details
How the shooter had aimed for another
Over getting revenge for a break-up
How he got the gun from his big brother

He found it under the seat in his car
Children find what adults hide all the time
That it’s not unusual to hear when
A toddler shoots his mother in the spine

One mother grieves while another’s relieved
Either outcome leaves one dead kid
Playing out in her yard in Miami
The last thing that she ever did
All too true and too commonplace that we become numb to these tragedies.
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