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If you gave me a moment

I'd squander it

Telling you how awful I am
Throughout this soundtrack that I call my life,
       your heart is the beat,
          your voice is the lyrics,
   your soul is the slow and steady rhythm,
             your kisses are the chorus
       and your face is the album art.
Without you,
  I would never hear music the same again.
I said "I love you too."
And she smiled and stared through
Dirt clutching eyes
Silence. Like a flesh eating black bear
Slipped in between us in the
Crumb filled sheets
"What are you thinking about?"
She asks
Why did they always ask that?
They want you to say something
Dramatic. Meaningful.
I want to leave you and sever the heads of 1000 roses from their stems
Call the moon a *******
And finally, jump from a massive
Steel bridge
"I dont know..." i say
"Are you ok babe?"
"...yea..." i say
"Whats wrong tell meeee....
What are you thinking about?"
Oh...****... And how could i say that
I was daydreaming about a
Full grown black fighting bull
Escaped from the bull rings of spain
Bloodied and running
As fast as it could in moonlight
Through wild spanish flowers
Through the rain
Through deep gulps of freedom fresh
Mist
Crying laughing dying
Only wanting to keel over and die
Tongue out and alone
In a patch of bright
Non exotic flowers....
we are the kids who grew up in old wine bottles
keeping ourselves out in the open
and calling the light breeze,
entering through the rim,  
our secret freedom

we are the kids who grew up during the war times
keeping ourselves hidden under beds
and reciting all the prayers
which we had learned
while listening to the guns fire

we are the kids who grew up holding ourselves tightly
making sure our masks don't fall off
and we don't break apart
like we always have been
(like we truly are)
Courage,
If not used for a noble cause
Is not better than cowardice
l-o-v-e is just another word that doesn't exist
s-o-r-r-y is a word i sometimes say when i don't mean it
h-a-t-e is a word i use when i mean it
p-a-i-n is a word i use to describe how i feel
t-w-i-s-t-e-d is a word i use to describe my "illness"
c-u-r-e is a word that creates false hope
s-o-r-r-o-w is my conscious
f-e-a-r is my dreams
n-i-g-h-t-m-a-r-e is 75% of my life
cold hard r-e-a-l-i-t-y is the other 25%
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on.
Far too long have I labored under the cruel slavemaster of my emotions
Whipped I am by my love for you
Desperately I have tried to escape from this slavery
But crippled am I by infatuation
Here I'll stay in this cruel cruel place
Until love turns to hate
Only then will I be free
I still love you, and it ***** because I'm tired of being hurt.
 Nov 2016 Colten Sorrells
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9 years
 Nov 2016 Colten Sorrells
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My cat has it all together
She's so successful at what she is
She knows her beauty and knows her grace
All about her, I love and adore
There is so much to say about her
Even if I go on about the same things
I can't get enough of her soft fur and her gentle purr
She's always kind
And even when she's sad she is still here
It's a feeling I think
I have to crave
Your hand in mine
Is like a lullaby
Your eyes sparkle
In the sweet sunlight
And by the moon's light
They don't loose their luster
My head on your chest
I can hear your heart beating
And time stops for a second
The world around us
May still be moving
But we lay here stagnant
In our own universe
With little infities
Enough for a lifetime
But yet this moment could
Not last long enough
For our time is fleeting
Though it just begun
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