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It was never meant to break our spirits,
rather to prove we have beating hearts!
We mustn't succumb in the face of pain dear poets! Feeling pain is proof that we are alive! It proves that we have souls! It proves that we have beating hearts! :)
 Jun 2015 Cori MacNaughton
Styles
Her passion is heat;
       With flames that scorch fire,
       Burning flesh,
       While enticing desire.
       She will blow your mind,
        and light your fire,
        In the same wind.
Perfume of earth after rain
In wooded walkway nearby—
So delightful and invigorating!
It helps to inhale reverie
I behold with eyes,
Exhale only negative.
Perfume smell nice.
Inhale. - Exhale.*

Тадеус
© Тадеус 6-16-2015 4:54pm
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With him, the walls come down.
I'm expressing my deepest of frowns.
He knows me now.
I can truly be me; myself.
It may be hard at first, to be raw.
But with him, I'd do it all.
 Jun 2015 Cori MacNaughton
Chris
~

A pale orange glow
slips past the darkness
in soft patterns
of a waking dawn

I hold you close,
nestled to my chest
watching as you sleep,
enchanted by your beauty

Slow tempo’d breathing
lulls me sweetly as
your eyelids flutter,
gradually opening

You see me and smile,
that beautiful smile
I look forward to each day,
I return the gesture

I kiss you tenderly,
feeling my lips melt
into yours as my heart
once again skips a beat

“Good morning beautiful”
I whisper as I kiss you again
then sigh, gazing upon you,
knowing I am a fortunate man

And I just lie there
wide awake and in love
at the start of another
*wonderful day
Good morning Beautiful
I wanted to crawl back underneath the bed
and hide my aching swollen head
never allow the light to find my eyes
just lay here forever til I die
and forget that I have a life waiting for me
cause this pain is just too brutal -- it's all I can see...

BUT!

hiding from the pain underneath the bed
is not an option, so what I'll do instead
is get my *** up off this cold hard floor
and put my clothes on, walk out that door
and make the best of this so called new day
and hope that I can at least smile along my way...
some days it's just hard to get moving and face the fact that I have to be a part of the real world...oh well...here I go...
i'm gone to the store for some bread she said
with her suitcase in her hand
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