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The Mellon Sep 2016
A duel you've challenged me to
One you can't hope to compare
You be the fly and I the shoe
Or maybe a rabbit i will ensnare

Go ahead make your move
Try to out verse me
You won't be this smooth
You'll be on your knees begging a plea

I'll cut threw your sappy verse
**** all over your rhyme
We can carry you out in a hearse
It won't take much time

So bring me my glory
Lay at my feet
Your fight won't be much a story
Once your deceit
Um. Ok. So this happened? Probably not even good but that's ok. It's fine.
The Mellon Sep 2016
I love you

A little boy sits in his third grade classroom
He wonders why he hasn't any friends
He asks his mom
"Why!"
Why do they look at me like I am different
Why am I so alone

I love you

A few years later on the soccer field
A boy from the other team nocks him over
Instead of anyone helping him up
They all laugh
Even his own team.
He asks his coach the next day
Why no one helped him
Instead his coach walked away

I love you

Finnaly he graduates high school
Everyone around him is hugging and celebrating
Except the three foot radius between him and the nearest person at any time

Before he could leave though a girl walked up and hugged him
When she let go three years had gone by and she was in a beautiful white dress and the boy now a man smiled

I love you

The boy loved his wife
Every morning he called her beautiful
Every night he kissed her forhead before sleep
Even the day he got the call that his mother had unexpectedly passed away

I love you

The boy missed his mother
He he looked for her in the clouds
In the Bible
In the bottom of every bottle

I love you

Along came a day when his wife told him to stop looking and read
Three hours later she was packed and the divorce papers were signed

I love you

He cried that night
He missed his mother
He missed his wife
He looked to the sky and cried
"Father!"
Why am I alone
Please don't let this happen to me

I love you

That's all he heard
When he woke up he realized he was not alone
He had God to lead his life

You see when the boy asked his mother
"Why!"

Something special happened
That night he dreamed a life without
God

He soon learned God was always saying to him

I love you

He realized real friends aren't had
They are made threw life long experience

God placed the boy at a crossroads between

Love
And
Anything less

The boy now knew he simple had to chose love

He knew he could because
He was loved

I love you
It's worth mentioning that thisbis not based on true events, though there is probably someone who has lived this life. As far as the poem goes, I just kinda wrote it. Not sure where it came from. Maybe it will mean something more to one of you than it does me right now. Mayne I'll need it in a few years. Thanks for reading.
  Sep 2016 The Mellon
Stephan


A bloom is not forgotten for its fragrance lingers on
Captured in the morning dew that plays upon the lawn
Delicate the petals when no longer we do find
Still its beauty follows us forever in our mind

The melodies of nightingales within the trees do sing
Until the time they wander off, the wind beneath their wings
When off into the distance finds these birds no longer near
Still their song it plays its tune that we shall always hear

On the beach we build a castle very tall and fine
Made of tiny grains of sand this summer day we find
And even when the tide does wash away our grand surprise
Still we find the magic it did play upon our eyes

When the sun is setting out along the western shore
The warmth upon our skin we felt, we come to want once more
Now as the darkness falls and this new day does turn to night
Still we can remember that the sun was shining bright

As we turn the pages in the brand new book we read
Every new found place into our minds we slowly feed
Coming to the last page and “The End” the words do say
Still we find the story it shall never go away

A bloom is not forgotten for its fragrance lingers on
Captured in the morning dew that plays upon the lawn
But like its beauty this I see when you come into view
I can’t forget a blossom that’s as perfect as are you
The Mellon Sep 2016
Rain plopping down down down.
Thunder cracking the air, with lighting the whip.
Crazy things happen when the storms all around.
be careful, don't slip.

Stress in speckles dot dot dot.
The tension in the air hums, yet it is so delicate.
Let the thunder ***** you not,
It is your friend indefinite.

Show the storm your stress,
rain will fall drop drop drop.
It will cleanse away the rest,
stress washed away from the bottom to top.
Written January 31, 2015.
The Mellon Sep 2016
Am I to late?
did I make it in time?
have you made a new vain,
from the vain within?

Have you colored yourself,
With that Crimson stain?
Can I help ease the pain?

If I made it then you will see,
that new lines are not needed,
when you are with me,
I'm here to help you,
just don't give up the fight.

Because those little silver lines,
they can't affect this heart of mine.
Written January 30, 2015. The poem that got me addicted to poetry.
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