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 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Ryder Rose
Out in public his eyes glimmer
Ready to set his jokes in place
Offers a warm handshake
A sweet embrace

Nobody gets it
They ask what makes him so bad
Everybody wonders
Why I don't introduce them to my dad

Behind closed doors his eyes go black
His voice grows louder
Already on attack

Quick like a viper
Strikes you when you're down
Whispers sweet nothings
Then to turn them around

I love you
I hate you
I need you
I don't
You're everything
You're nothing
I'll **** you
I promise I wont

It's been five years
Since he last stepped up to me
Tears blur his vision
"Baby please forgive me"

I know forgiveness is power
I struggle with it every day
But it's so hard to move on
When the memories always stay
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Ryder Rose
10w
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Ryder Rose
10w
Just remember,
even your
worst  
days
only have
twenty-four
hours
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Tien - Tim
Say what you see,
See what you say.
Starting with a single word,
Draws a line of thought,
Your mind sketches out your world.

Some people speak in black and white,
So they only see shades of gray.
Failing to realize that as life gets cold,
Life brings warm colors to fall for.
An allure to spring onto to hope,
with rejuvenating colors to cool our disparity.

Like chasing the rainbow,
But the tinctures remain elusive to the touch.
With each of our individual journeys coming in different flavors and textures,
Painting words of our legacy.
By Tien Dang and Sidney Conway
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Tien - Tim
Why do I love you?
How do I know?
A simple "I know why because I just I feel it," would not suffice,
Because the answer you seek must be Poetic Justice.
But yet I'm feeling like Young and The Restless,
Pondering on these questions,
During my private session of meditation.

We're not always on the same page, but overlap each other to give new meanings like Metaphors.
Despite the differences, we come together as our common interest connects our likes like Similes.
As we let our curiosity play on as we find new meaning to this love, no Pun intended.

"The Sneetches" is the perfect allegory about the tolerance of people's differences.
I just thought I should mention this for a pictorial image of how I feel,
Your words paint vivid pictures, I can hear your imagery.
Our love is the strongest form, there is no hyperbole.
You're the Personification of how it feels to smile.
Your Rhetoric persuades me to go that extra mile.
My perseverance perfectly prepares me to pursue every inch of your portrait.

It's that sweet taste of alliteration that describes you in every way.
My love for you is like the wind, it will take you wherever you want to go,
And I'll be there waiting with open arms.
There's no perfect analogy to describe how I feel about you ,
But since life is too deep for words, I won't try to try describe it, I'll just live it with you.
Figuratively speaking, if my heart was a glass of ***** water, I'll pour it out for you,
There's no perfect sign,
at this perfect time,
to use the perfect rhyme,
to express my emotions to you.
Instead I'll show you the hopeless romantic that I am....
By Tien (Tim) Dang, Sidney Conway, and Wilbert Kizermoore

In this poem we use each poem mechanic's definition poetically.
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Tien - Tim
Trying to listen to my sober thoughts,
But my drunk ambition is a chaser.

Shot after shot,
I can't seem to stop.

So my mind's spinning,
as the world stand still.

I'm trying to get rid of this fear,
So I ask the bartender for another drink.

Fill me with courage as I confess my sins,
No need to preach, just baptize me in gin.

Just for tonight,
I'll erase ya.

Never been smart enough,
To listen to my mind.

Even when it's right,
My heart gets me Every time.

Will chasing dreams mean less regrets?
You regret you don't know them answers yet.

I regret that I even asked that ****..
But if life alone could mean anything..
Being right or wrong would you still dream?

They say in life only time will tell...
That's like hearing GOD whisper while the devil yell.

Being left only with my consciousness all alone with it just staring me in the face....
Bartender I think I need a refill..........
By KJ Pope and Myself,
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Johnnie Rae
Tears are blinding as the page is filled,
with words written, full of meaning,
all in pursuit of wishing you well.
Our paths are distraught,
jutting in different directions,
disrupted by poor choices,
and fitting consequences.

No matter how fitting,
nothing has ever hurt more,
to know you'll be gone kills me.
With the exception of possible visits,
It's possible I'll be nearly 17 by the time
of your reentrance into this crazy,
ever-changing life.

A life where my only correspondence now
with the woman called mother,
is through letters tearstained.
I send them anyway,
knowing they'll be written
without the presence of moisture,
in the corners of my eyes.
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Johnnie Rae
It's getting cold out now,
trees are bare,
love is strong,
and my fingers are numb from cold.

My wrist aches from grasping your hand so tightly.

It's simply a curse it seems,
I just can't seem to keep from reaching for you;
I hope you don't mind.
It's not something I can control.

You're just too sweet to let go of.

And if you want the truth,
I ache for you.
I feel your love in my bones,
and it lights up my soul.
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Johnnie Rae
You
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Johnnie Rae
You
My head spins at the thought of your embrace.
like a flame to the drapes I erupted,
and burnt down the house that held me up.

I need you.

I need all of you in the most terrifying ways,
you're like a drug I've never experienced,
daunting, and wicked.

I crave you.

Like the plains crave the wind,
or a painter craves pastels,
you're like a potion.

You keep the bad away.

You keep me at the highest peak of insane,
lost in the greatest way,
like dancing with the absence of rain.
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