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 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
Andie
I'm a man of many words
we all know that's true, we all know my opinions on everything, we all know I'm a man of very many words.
"That's amazing" "That's disgusting" "Oh god" Abhorrent" "Pulchritudinous" "Stunning" "Effervescent" "Sensuous" "Voluptuous"
Not one to brag, we do know I have a well developed vocabulary
but when it comes to you?

i forget english

Completely. Fully. Entirely. Nothing. Blank. Whiteness. I can think of nothing, except, of course, you. You in all your majestic heavenly beauty. When I see you I can't even begin to form something to start to describe you in all your, well, you-ness.
So, my love, you make me speechless everytime I see you
and that's the best I can do
because I love you
Ahh English....for her
 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
Andie
I used to write dark poetry.
Poetry about sadness. Conflicting Powers, and Dark Moonrises.
The word dripped from my pen, the ink as black and bleak as the thoughts that gripped my conscious mind.
My unconscious mind was worse. Filled with midnight horrors and darkness, I worried it might consume me.
And it did, for a time.
It was bad. I was bad.
Now, though, I have you. You saved me. I could see the bottom, I was riding the endless spiral into the ground and before my head split, you saved me.
Now I write happy poetry. I write for the beautiful things.
I write of the most beautiful thing.
I write for you. Everything that I do, I do it all for you
I owe you my life. I can never repay you. And so, I write.
For her
 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
Andie
Remember when you said you loved me?
I do recall this when the night returns,
how could you bear to lie so carelessly?
But a simple kiss was all I yearned.
This eternal night in which I now reside,
silences all hope for your redemption.
I could not imagine for you to lie,
this is but a false realization.
Something begins to grow inside my heart,
the spark of life and love slowly dying.
I thought you were a lovely piece of art,
but now I realize you were lying.
I wish and I pray but you only left,
one final kiss from my Angel of Death.
Still a work in progress, my first sonnet. Tips?
 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
Andie
Write when you're happy
Write when you're sad
Write if you think no one is reading it
Write if it you know everyone is
just
~write~
because it's you!
and you're a beautiful, brilliant unique spontaneous person
and above all, you're an artist, a poet, an author
someone is reading it, will read, has read it
and you know what?
they loved it
and they love you
 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
Andie
Darkness. Overwhelming. Overpowering. Raw.
Darkness is not a thing. It is a feeling, an absence, a terror.
If you let it in, it will consume you.
If you try to fight it without hope, you will spiral into it.
However, if you have hope, light, a sense of being, it will fun from you.
Light. Hope. Redemption. Filling.
Light is not a thing. It is a feeling of greatness, kindness, true beauty.
Without it, darkness will win. If you give it up, you will die.
Light is what drives the human. If you are not light, you will be dark.
Light. Dark. Light. Dark.
An endless struggle between unseen forces to power your soul.
If one wins you are happy. If the other succeeds, you will be miserable.
If you are mostly light, humans call you good.
If you are mostly dark, humans call you evil.
However, if there is no light, darkness has zero meaning, and if there is no dark, light is useless.
They cannot be without the other or they will fail.
If you are stuck with darkness embedded in you, there is not much to be done about it.
You can try to be happy; it might work or it might not.
If you have light embedded in you, then there is no chance of you becoming dark.
You may try, but you shall fail.
Light. Dark. Light. Dark.
It is to forever be endless, overwhelming,
redeeming, overpowering, hopeful, and raw.
They are both eternal.
Olde poetry
 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
Andie
When the vibrant colors of the sinking garnet sphere finally subside,
a new stage is set for another spectacular performance.
Less colorful, of course, but still moving.
Look! To the east, the beginning of a silver arc is growing from our Terra.
It swells up, dancing in the wind, shooting iridescent silver beams of light, like Diana's arrows they shoot off over the world, illuminating everything in their paths.
At long last, the wind has lifted this phosphorescent giant into the sky.
It casts no shadow, only flowing strings of silk, enveloping the world in its soft effulgence.
Rising, seeming forever throughout the night.
Sadly, like most stunning things, it must end.
It will reach its peak and then fall.
Like an Argentum balloon slowly deflating, it descends into moondown.
Immediately after it has fallen, the Aurum orb starts rising again.
Some revere its awesome power, however, some deny it.
For as the sun blinds and burns, the moon enlightens and illumes.
More olde poetry
Sugar
Sweet
Honey
And tea
Look at what
You've done to me
So calm
So sure
It's all okay
We'll make it through
Another day
 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
AJ
i've found myself swerving off the road when the sun is setting.
when splashes of orange, pink, yellow spray across the summer sky my eyes wander away from the road and i'm lost in the color.
i've risked my life just to catch a glimpse of heaven's painting, and i think that's how it is every time i look at you.
i chase sunsets like i chase you,
always wanting to see more of you and not being able to stop myself.
you're as beautiful as a sunset,
and i'll keep chasing you until i crash.
i was driving home from my boyfriends house and i swear it was like chasing a sunset. 40 minutes of chasing
 Jul 2017 Debbie Taylor
Tark Wain
here is an anniversary letter
addressed to you
I think ours was last week
chances are this is past due
consider this my vow of affection
for what I write in these next 30 lines
will be my most sincere of words
even if I spoke a billion times

you are not the last thing on my mind
before I go to sleep
or the first thing
when I awake
I do not lust for you like Juliet
your Romeo I'll never be
but Romeo is dead
and I'm as happy as can be

I've loved before
and trust me it's no fun
constant musing about the future
how this one is really "the one"
it's a trial as old as
the woman who's teeth no longer function
love is love is love is...
love is much to do about nothing

and then I found you
with brown eyes and brown hair
simple as the letter k
eyes that looked but didn't stare
maybe you love me
although I hope you don't
maybe you'll think of marriage
although I hope you won't

In Conclusion
I'll bid you adieu
I am not in love with you
and that's what I love most about you
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