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 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
A true poet
Rich with his words,
Broke with no money...







©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
 Jul 2015
Jake muler
Downscale
The breaker breaker hitchhiker
 Jul 2015
Jake muler
Pietree trying to make a day another hour
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
As I took a trip
Into the great beyond
Inside of her brain,
I saweth all of heaven
Written in Spanish,
Mi amour' was her name...
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Her smile and hair
Queen like fair
As her skin layeth bare
I want to feeleth it's amare,
Rubbing against mine body...
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
I needeth to feeleth
Her tongue and kiss
The secretion saliva slowly hit
And maketh me shake
And beg for more
Whispering softly,
MI AMOUR'
Whilst locking finger's
Ourn Palm's get sweaty
Trapped in the moment
Cuddling hungry
Whilst feet do touch
**** by choice
To stroke her hair
Her quiet angel voice
To scratch her skin
With mine own nails
To feel the drench
Of ourn own tale
To see the moonlight
In her eyes
No thoughts of death
Nor suicide
I'll taketh the ride
Into her soul
Wherein were one
Eachother's home
In ourn own globe
Ourn little world
A little boy
One little girl
I'll giveth her pearls
And diamonds to
Just to say
A love so true
Yet loves not money
Or pirate loot
For she's mine treasure
Of heavenly pursuit....
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
I see mine queen, her brown eye's, to,
I see her view, so much beauty, so true
And I think to mineself
She mine mi amour'............

I seeith the sky with her moon, moon of night
The luminescent sun, with her smile so bright
And tis, I think to mineself
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!!!!

The colors of her words, so unknown to mankind,
An angel of God, a writer in disguise...
I seeith her showing love, asking other's ( how dost thou do?)
She's just being her, as tis she loveth helping me and thou to...

When I heareth her crying, I heareth her moan.
She's mine all, I'd taketh her pain, and cleareth her white as snow
Because I think to mineself.......
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!

Yes, tis, I think to mineself..........

SHE'S MINE MI AMOUR'..............
Remake of what a wonderful world by Louis Armstrong.... I made me own version for mi amour (:
 Jul 2015
Poetic T
And the suns of man
Fell
Upon
The ground
Mushrooms grew from
This birth of suns to ash
These seeds did
Fall,
Blossom,
Burn
Life from the ground below,
The stalks of man
That once grew to the heavens,
Now
Crumble,
Topple,
Fallen,
Achievements of man
Life turned to dust,
The sun blinds for a moment
Then incinerated
Troubles of life vaporised,
In
a
Instant,
These creations of man
Burst to life all across the land,
And ash filled the air
Flesh,
Bone
Soul,
Burnt out of existence,
And still they blossomed
Rains of fire,
Upon the lands of green
Turned to black,
Suns birthed by man
Now extinguish,
*Man from the existence of life upon the land.
Its not how, its a matter of when
 Jul 2015
Jake muler
Calculators
Masturbators
Swiping by numbers
 Jul 2015
Davy
I'm 18 years old. All these 18 years, I've been alone, living in nearly complete silence. I always enjoyed being lonely and silent.
But since my near-death, this has changed. Now I hate being lonely, it eats away at me, it breaks me down. I used to live by silence, now the silence is slowly killing. The silence screams at me, telling me things I don't like. "You're nothing.", "You're no good to anyone.", "People don't want you around.". The silence burnt these words into my mind, I get reminded of them every day. I try so hard to just have at least 1 friend in my life, but now, I'm convinced even that is too much to ask...
I've written quite some poems, and I'd appreciate if you guys would let me know what you think about them, what I should change and what I should leave the same.
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Tis,
As I looked at his shadow...
Tis,
I realized his shadow was lonelier than I hadst thought!!!!
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
A plush Spanish cena I shalt cook for her
As Flambeau's shalt light her strand's
A Greek wine to pour from mine ancestry,
Made from ourn lip's of grape juice secretion....





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