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 Apr 2015 Lesa Renee
Mike Essig
I want to be
the Troubador
of your Heart;
allowed to roam
freely within it,
singing you songs
that no one else
can hear.
  ~mce
Troubador: wandering medieval minstrel.
 Apr 2015 Lesa Renee
bones
I believed a life of solitude would suit me
and mostly it has suited me a treat
but when my tongue is bitten raw
in the company of others
I feel so ******* lonely
I could weep
.
can't-sleep-remix

I thought a life of solitude would fit me
and on my soul it fit me like a glove
until one day a poet introduced me
to the magic and the madness of my love.
 Apr 2015 Lesa Renee
craig apogee
another broken day
a reminder of how far i am from where i need to be
thoughts of you have become traps littered through my mind
my only victory lies in its dwindling frequency

its effect however never flounders
as the pain in my chest seems only to grow
this journey is getting old and colder
upon every shooting star, I wish for a newly paved road

one that is not just orbiting around the pain of us
where i take solace at every apogee
but one that takes my aching heart
beyond the pull of our broken infinity
 Apr 2015 Lesa Renee
GaryFairy
Twelve hundred beats per minute
nature can have so much power
ready to taste your sweet nectar
ready to pollinate your flower
Not about a hummingbird at all
 Apr 2015 Lesa Renee
GaryFairy
we need to change our misconception
we need to change our beliefs
we have to get past the surface
to what lies beneath

we don't live by our own perception
eyes are eyes, teeth are teeth
we are all so blind to seeing
what lies beneath
The idea of "forever"
Is kind of like
A feather floating on water.
For a long while it'll rest on top of it
Like the spring time water striders.
All the while,
Slowly,
Over time,
The water will swallow each barb  
Until it's pressed flat to the surface,  
Still, it will take longer to disappear.
Akin to the blurred line
When  
Promised forever-mores begin to fade.
There is still hope
To pull the feather away,
Dry it to its former glory,
However,
The gentle current of the water pulls it,
Just out of reach.
All that's left now is to watch
As liquid seeps into the feather's
Hollow shaft and be devoured
Never to resurface.
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