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 Jun 2015 Eve
GailForceWinds
I’m not good enough for you?
Was being honest a mistake?
I put myself out there again
And you cancelled our date

Who wants an addict?
I’ve been in recovery for years
The word itself scares humans
It brings me to tears

They will never get it
Nor give me a chance
You said you really liked me
But never made it to the dance

Why are you better than me?
No skeletons in your closet?
Can you throw the first stone?
Can you be that honest?

Do I give up on love?
Do I lie about my past?
I’ll just pick up a drink
That’s the part I was cast
 Jun 2015 Eve
brandon nagley
Broken communication
Between two lovers
Comes in silently

When the other one walks away..

Yet,
Whilst I see it happen to others

It all could of been avoided
They could have just listened to another!!!
 Jun 2015 Eve
Edgar Allan Poe
Alone
 Jun 2015 Eve
Edgar Allan Poe
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
 Jun 2015 Eve
Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
 Jun 2015 Eve
MonkeyZazu
Rose trend.
 Jun 2015 Eve
MonkeyZazu
we are in
an upward trend
where everything is beautiful roses.
let's not descend
downward
because all we'll have then
are thorns.
 Jun 2015 Eve
XIII
Trend or not
 Jun 2015 Eve
XIII
My poems rarely trend
Guess I'm not a trend-setter
But I don't care.
Haha! :D
So should you. :)
 Jun 2015 Eve
Pride Ed
Sandstorm.
 Jun 2015 Eve
Pride Ed
i will siphon you desolate
and leave a desert
inside your veins

and the oasis that was
once your heart
will become a tomb
sand-flailed
eroded
buried

the same you
did to me
For yet another prompt on allpoetry.
 Jun 2015 Eve
Jordan Harris
It isn't sadness;
that is the biggest misconception.
People treat it like an emotion infecting a blue day,
labeling slightly soaked cheeks as this ailment of the mind.
The term is cracked like a whip in stinging insult:
weak, powerless, loser, outcast.

It is feeling a lack of feeling,
where one exists in a mental state of wanting to be anything but lethargic
yet finding nothing worthwhile inside
with which to take action:
no talent, no skill, no interest.

It is not only not believing one has any energy
but seeing nothing to which to give it,
in yourself, in others, in the world.

It is severe despondency and dejection,
consuming worlds like oozing, viscose magma
dribbling uncontrollably as burning ***** from the mountain's fiery mouth
burping filthily as is sludges onward.

It isn't sorrow, or misery, or despair.

It is inadequacy,
an ebb of interest in life,
with a sliver of interest to take it.
 Jun 2015 Eve
niamh
Driven to drink
 Jun 2015 Eve
niamh
Providers of moments of pure gold
I can't get enough of my children
Except when the tell me I'm getting old
Then I want to **** them.

If honesty's your best policy
Then kids are the way to go
But its not all fun and frivolity
They don't seem to understand 'no'

If you're all for clean living
You may have another think
For being around your kids all day,
Can drive a girl to drink
Kids driving me up the wall today!
 Jun 2015 Eve
Lawanya Wijesekara
I drove fast
As if it's the last time
That I'd get a chance
To see you

My heart heavy
with pain dulled
The last things
that saw You alive
The last things
that were near You..

With teary eyes
I let you go
Reminiscing...
About all the lost moments
That I could've happily
Exchanged, in your place
This is about selling my late father's surveying equipment.
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