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 Oct 2017
Isabelle
The stars were just plain stars
Until one night you sat beside me
And together we watch them dance

A flower was simply a flower
Until the day you gave me one
And put some on my messy hair

A coffee is just a mere coffee
Until one fine morning
You made one for me

The night, the morning
The summer, the spring
It’s all different

The cold, the rainy days
The oceans, the places
It’s all different

Everything, yes everything
Everything is different
Everything is so so so so much different
When it’s you I’m with :)
Or shall I say, better? :)
5 minute poem on my way home
 Oct 2017
PrttyBrd
Yes, I'm in love with him.                      
                    
No, I'm not sorry*


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Love whispers upon a breeze
as I feel your soul touch mine,
savoring every sweet word
like the taste of honeyed wine.

Let the moon and stars witness
loves pure and greatest design,
as two souls come together
and gracefully combine.

Take me into your arms
embrace me through the night,
love me until dew soaked flowers
sparkle in the morning light.
~
 Oct 2017
K Balachandran
dragon flies galore,
dance above the woods in bloom.
carnival of love!
 Oct 2017
Rebel Heart
If there's any hope left
It's sewn in the edges of the stars
That sprinkle over the midnight sky
While I lay fitting perfectly
In your warm arms...

If there's any hope left
It's in the echoing sounds of the music
Dancing out of our guitars
While we strum and sing
Perfectly to the beat
Of our mending hearts...

If there's any hope left
I see it in your smile
And in the pool of your deep dark eyes
When you pull me close
Next to the cackling of the bonfire
And the sound of the gossiping woods...

If there's any hope left
I feel it in your lips
As they pull and whisper in mine
I feel it on your warm skin
As your fingers electrify my body
To spell out "I love you"
Over and over again
Till the morning wind
Blows on our fates
*And washes the hope away...
A resurrected piece that makes me think of how much has changed since the autumn season when this was written. This particular poem was a bit longer and a lot more depressing at the end so here's a sneak peek. I guess I'm back to taking over RH's account so happy writing lovelies~BM
 Sep 2017
Amanda
She had violets blooming in her eyes.

They hold the night
and
a daybreak's first breath.
Our love affair
is too beautiful to be hidden
Whenever I'm with you
it's clear I'm smitten
This romance is unique
it's story should be written
Tie my heart to yours
with a silky soft ribbon
You have the keys to my heart
Only you can open it
Across my heart,
write your name in crimson
The entire world should know
Let them watch and listen
to this rhythm,
the rhythm of our love unspoken
Our love is real
It will remain unbroken
This love is rare
It is too beautiful to be hidden.
 Sep 2017
Rebel Heart
Your eyes have seen all my demons
Your heart peeked at my soul
You even had tea with my skeletons
You picked up my pieces and made me whole

So why is there still something hallow
Entangled in the midst of my chest
Why are there horrid thoughts lurking,
These lingering demons leaving me stressed.

I wear my scars on my skin,
You tell me they make me strong,
I hesitantly take off my masks,
And wait for you to figure out you're wrong

I stand there waiting,
Doubts thundering in my brain
Slowly the lies diminish
My secrets wash away in the rain

Now there's just me and you
Though some of my demons linger too
And tonight I'm completely
Vulnerable...
Tonight I'll be completely
True
Tonight I'll open up my heart,
Completely
Just for *you
Intimacy like no other is the intimacy of the mind and connection of the heart and soul....
Written by a more younger version of RH that I found to be quite pleasing... Enjoy ~BM
 Sep 2017
Rebel Heart
What is it to breathe
If we're worlds apart

What is it to live
If not in your arms
Just a thought....
Another thought from the infamous wall of lyrics ~BM
 Sep 2017
Ma Cherie
Love can be so fleeting
like the brightly shining sun
to leave you feeling sorely burned sometimes
or relieved when days are finally done
times to leave you feeling empty or leave you feeling perfect- full
sometimes love is high so grand
sometimes there is a quiet lull
sometimes it's awful easy true
other times
it's like a stupid an
stubborn bull

either way
- we always seek it
elusive like a distant dream
we chase it an ever wander on
to seek a perfect shining gleem,
like the rays of the sweet
warm sunshine
to finally bask in the
lovely glowing beam

that's what love is I think.
Copyright Ma Cherie 2017 still having trouble but trying anyway to write that is having trouble with the system here
 Sep 2017
mark john junor
Breaking open this closed hand
revealing true natures
and altered images
strangers and friends
all longing for a sure path
never seeing but always believing

purchased illusions
price of a cup of tea
or handcrafted delusions
purchased with a lost love
never to be regained

break open this closed hand
revealing the gift
of heartfelt promise
to always love always be there
can you not see
every tomorrow
will always be a reflection of today
until you actually change what you do
who you are
how you live

unclench that closed hand
quit clinging to all your yesterday's worlds
let all you carry fall behind you
never seeing but always believing
that the road ahead holds promises of futures bright
that now things will change
love renewed in your cleansed heart
build  warm day for the winter world
© 2017 mark john junor all rights reserved
 Sep 2017
T R H
Don't try to love me
I'll eat you alive.
Don't try.
Don't.
Try.

Don't get too close
You might catch my sickness
See the one thing that will make me happy
Is the one thing I'll consistently push away.
I'll do everything in my power
To make **** sure you won't stay.

I'm a monster,
A plague, a disease.
I don't deserve love
I don't deserve anything.
You can't save me.
Trust me, you'll leave.
They always leave.

So don't try to love me
I'll eat you alive
Don't try.
Don't.

Please try.
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