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 Sep 2014 Deneka Raquel
shiloh
vi.
 Sep 2014 Deneka Raquel
shiloh
vi.
A tangled heart
Is a work of art
Sweet, deliberate, crochet.
Spare no thoughts
That the prettiest knots
Must all unravel someday.
 Sep 2014 Deneka Raquel
aphrodite
Life is moving fast and I am so slow
and it feels like I'm running after a train that  everyone else is on, heading where they're supposed to be
but I can never catch up in time,
I can only ever watch the people I love move forward.
I think I've lost a few people that I used to know -
and it hurts like hell
knowing that you can feel so deeply about a person
and have it mean nothing at all
.

And lately my head's been filling with dreams
dreams so big that they exhaust me
but I think I'm becoming a lot more like my mother than I planned to be
and it scares me to think of being locked up in this town forever.

Because lately I feel like I'm missing out,
like there's a whole world out there I don't know about
like there's a possibility that I could really be someone,
like I could go somewhere where things would change.

Lately I'm not sure what it means to be a good person
or what the right way is to behave to someone who ******* you over
But maybe lately I've been thinking too much...
I think lately, I've been scared of getting older.
Haven't written in so long that I'm not even sure if this is any good.
Anyway, it's just some thoughts I had.
Hope all is well with everyone.
**
Doing escapades
is just not enough for you.
You make sequels
to previous mistakes
and just like films,
they get worse and worse.
 Sep 2014 Deneka Raquel
aphrodite
The smoke rises
and soon the stars in the sky look like coordinates
and you count the way each set of three makes a triangle.
This view makes you feel happy that you're still stuck in the suburbs
but then you begin to feel scared because you're still stuck in the suburbs
(maybe the view is better elsewhere)
I miss my best friend
and I know that if I lean over this balcony any further -  I'll be dead.
Suddenly you're glad you aren't dead.
and suddenly you're scared because you could be.
Feedback and comments are welcome!
**
 Sep 2014 Deneka Raquel
Dee
By Dee
Deborah Brooks

My colors fade into the night
as my dreams of you unfold,
with hues of passion, a red so bright
paint a beautiful world for me


Painting into all shades of passion
The work of art that your face bestows
On a canvass that has been left blank
Awaiting your arrival, by happen-stance?

There is a moment when I look at you
and I am left speechless
my tongue breaks, then fire races under my skin
I tremble…grow pale,
for I am dying of such love, or so it seems to me


As you tremble in silence, I look at embers in your eyes
Sparkling with a love so divine
Does your tongue need to form words?
When your fire singes my soul, lighting it

Silently you take me in your arms
our lips meet and our eyes close
I feel the shuddering of your breath
and the throbbing of your heart against mine….
we know nothing but the thunder of our veins….
tidal waves sweep us out into a sea of infinite oblivion


Sailing over the tidal waves as we move along
With each stroke of the oar
I ride each trough and crest writing a new song
A part of you and a part of me
Consigned forever…to the annals of history
Are we reaching the shores of heaven
Blissful, unmindful of past or present…
Love, romance, collaboration...for our upcoming book. For the readers pleasure, we have alternated stanzas for this write :)
 Sep 2014 Deneka Raquel
Shanijua
I am so happy. Don't you her me as I "laugh out loud?"
I have a headache from smiling all day.
I love people so much, look at them as they pick up and throw my things.
They are super adorable. I just adore you.
I am so happy.
I am.
I am so..
Happy.
 Sep 2014 Deneka Raquel
Shanijua
Is ******* to straight forward?
Perhaps you would prefer me to stick the rusty
butter knife that you lunged into my back
into yours and call it a day.
Over 5 million
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Were hacked
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Start now
Don't delay
Everything has a
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This proves it
How secure your
Network may be
There are people out there
To break the protection shell
So change your password
Change it
We are like two guitar picks
They are all so unique
Different shapes
Different sizes
Different textures
Different smells
Different feels
Different beings
But we
We are identical
Just like each other
And we play music that is so different
No one gets it
No one figures it why
But so it is
And only we can get what flows out of it
Strumming along in dischord
And harmony too
You’re just like me
And I am just like you
But we have our own guitars
And that is where our melody flows
The music all so complete
All so perfect
That it makes you just not believe
Coz things cannot be perfect
For nothing ever is complete
For beauty lies in incompleteness
And imperfection
And we with our guitars
Are just so ****** perfect
That it bleeds me to see us that way
If only guitar picks like us
Were left alone with each other
And never touched or disturbed
We wouldn’t get around to do anything
For the two of us
Are of the same kind
We can’t get music out of us
Or each other
Coz we are no guitars
And we won’t have them
Or anything else
But just each other
Two guitar picks
With the same lives
Touch
Smell
Shape and design
The only two unique
That no one else can match
That no one else can get
And there we lie together in the corner
No one to ruffle us
Just left to ourselves
And we lie there
By our sides
And we can’t play no music
And we can’t strum a song
Coz we are two guitar picks
Without nothing else
Without no guitars
But only ourselves
Which is just so ****** incomplete
And so imperfect
So mighty beautiful..
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