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 Jan 2016
Will
I could not commit to anyone because I wanted to grow
and I could not shrink myself to be less than I wanted
it was lonely for awhile trying to find someone to let me grow
but it was worth it to find someone who wanted to grow with me
 Dec 2015
vinny
She was the sweet angel so perfectly fragile
and lost like I was flawed and broken
I felt sharp pain it hurt to see those scars on her legs
She was so beautiful when she smiled and smoked her reds
and guitar played me the song she wrote
she wrapped me in her angel wings and said it was OK you're going to be fine
I see you who you are and that made me feel alive again
it gave me hope and strength
that I was worthy of such a sweet beautiful perfect creation
so I need her to know where ever I am in this world no matter where
I need her to know
I am here and I will come to her and be strong for her and hold her up like she did for me
whenever she needs me I am her straggler
I'll always be there I'll never let her go she's stuck with me forever
as long as blood is pumping through me
 Dec 2015
axr
us
she runs like the crushed dandelions by the riverside.
her voice is the only thing which soothes me.
we dream of paradise like everyone else.
we scream,fight,claw but at the end of the day,
we kiss.
she's mine.
i'm hers.
we're one.
based on a relationship i'll never have. #foreveralone
 Dec 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
A lunar eclipse passeth between ourn Soma's
A solar eclipse maketh glitz
On ourn lip's;
Kiss of pneuma.
                            Aforetime quietus, breathless existence
                            Now coalesced in vivacity;
                            Sculpted, in the creator's
                            spiritus.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley-filipino rose dedication





Note;
Happy four month anniversary Reyna Jane Nagley!!!!
Love you more Reyna, thank you for sticking with me the last four month's, seem's as If we've been together for lifetimes now,which verily I've known thee a lot longer than thou hath known!!!! Mas mahal kita Reyna.... For anyone who don't know what ( mas mahal kita Reyna means) it means I love you more queen.. In Filipino tongue.!!!!!! Me more queen Jane!!!! Happy 4th mine Reyna!!! Mine soulmate....
Spiritus means- the Latin term for breath, often used figuratively to mean spirit.
pneuma means- (in Stoic thought) the vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person.
Soma means the parts of an organism other than the reproductive cells.
the body as distinct from the soul, mind, or psyche....
Aforetime means before in archaic in other words...
quietus means-
death or something that causes death, regarded as a release from life.

Vivacity means pretty much alive or lively!
 Dec 2015
David
You came in a dream, dripping with beauty
I approached you confidently, bold as I dare.
We smiled and held a gaze, eternity sparked and ended,
but before it left
it ignited an inferno of desire between us both.
In a dimly lit room, opening obscured only by a thin tattered sheet,
we embraced our passion
Holding our innocence together so tight.
It burst through our grasp
I smile, staring down to meet your eyes as you laid back,
Breaking contact only to admire your parts individually
Painting every inch of your exposed skin with my eyes.
Claiming you as mine, and giving you every bit of myself
I lift the hem of your dress just above your knee and leave a light kiss just below your thigh.
Then I awake to the memory of you that will slowly fade away.
it was just a dream i had
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
i.

She's the finest
Filipino rose;
As tis as tis,
I loveth to watch her petals shine.

ii.

She's the kindest,
Gentlest soul;
As tis she is
Divine;

iii.

She's the sweetest
Nectar of honey;
O' I'm blessed
With a inamorata of plenty.

iv.

She's mine heaven
Mine earth, and the moon;
She's the life, verily mine wife,
Who awokest me from mine tomb.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane sardua Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
 Nov 2015
bones
She heard him on the ceiling
slowly sliding off the wall,

sinking, gently spilling empty
promises to break his fall,

she listened for their landing
and they landed everywhere

and she gathered them like corpses
and she burned them, then and there...
 Nov 2015
Matt
She is love from above
soaring higher than the sky
She is beauty across the oceans
you'll know if she walks by

She is my treasure
irreplaceable and charming
She is my heart
loving,  but not alarming.

She is my princess
cherishing and loyal in my eyes
She is my goddess
just beauty in disguise.

She is my protector
from all my sensitivities
She is my strength
when I lose my identity
She is my girl,
And that she will always be
Cause she is mine to keep
Forever, close to me.
#Emotional #Heart warming #Indescribable #Love
 Nov 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Like a dozen saint's
Echoing in ethereal song;
The ringing of her voice
Awaketh me in the dawn.

                                             ii.

                                             By midday, her company bringeth calm
                                             Her tranquility is serenity;
                                             She's the thirst of mine tongue.

iii.

The church in the sun
Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's;
The periapt glued to mine synapse
O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose
©Lonesome Poet's Poetry
 Nov 2015
AlanK
Was it me or was it you?
At some point it doesn’t matter,
We’ve gone our separate ways
And nothing remains but memories:
Our playful give and take,
The laughter that softened the tears,
The bedroom ballet that kept us smiling.
So many smiles that we thought
Would be emotional cement.
I can’t muster any bitterness
But I can wallow in the happy times
That touched the edges of our lives
And maybe never penetrated deep enough
To sustain what we imagined we had
Together. Forever.
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