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  Mar 2015 Janelle
Night Flyer
Work your magic across the sky
Midnight Moon, pearlescent queen
To your smile, my spirit flies
Through the clouds and mists pristine.

Drawn by your hypnotic glare
Proud Selene, eternally
Captured by your silver stare
And the spell you've put on me.

Pearly mistress, guide me home
To my castle by the sea
Blessed, these miles that I roam
Neath your shining mystery.

From the fires in my heart
With rhyming verse, I honor thee
Before the morning makes its start
Thou blazing orb of poetry.
one of several poems I've written dedicated to Luna...
  Mar 2015 Janelle
Rafhael Vieira
The calm and quiet.
The refreshing breeze.
The end of a continuously cycle.

When I look at the stary sky,
With the moon reflecting on my window,
I wonder to myself,
''What mysteries lies within the night?''
''What makes such a terrible day transforms into a peaceful night?''

At the end of the day,
When you lie down to sleep,
Away from the rush an the problems,
The magic of the night begins,
Involving your body and mind,
Compelling everything around you stops,
Putting an end to an agitated day
And finally,making you sleep.
  Mar 2015 Janelle
Red Bergan
Heart aches,
Head aches.

All I wish...
Is to feel nothing at all.

Become Stone.
Never to be alive.
Again.

No more,
May the night.
Conquer me...
  Mar 2015 Janelle
SøułSurvivør
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
  Mar 2015 Janelle
grim-raven
I am a choice
We all are actually..
Even the tiniest specie

But I've always wondered though
Why are there second, third, or so?
We will feel much better if it's not like that
Every one of us would appreciate that a lot

I am a last choice living proof...

Not even second,
Always the last
In the meantime
I just hope everything would pass
  Mar 2015 Janelle
rey
16.
i guess i don't love you anymore
i l i v e you.
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