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  Dec 2015 Trevon Haywood
Adam Childs
Sometimes the nights never end
Like an unrelenting storm they keeps pouring
As unforgiving black holes never find their bottom

As every drop of hope finds itself
absorbed into the deepest darkest ocean
As no one can escape reality no more than gravity

And when everyone's positive thought
optimistic sentiment becomes nothing
empty words on a sinking float

As you find that promises they made
were never really promises, after
which you are told, life just goes on.

And as one sinks a little deeper into
darkness surrounded by the Devils cloak
preparing his jaws for his final bit.

A little flicker from a little heart as fragile
as a candle in the storm, but as
as a tenacious  Ox or Elephant.

Says why don't we make darkness our home
As we learn the beauty of becoming forgotten
driftwood floating in the ocean.

So that is what I did I simply
made darkness my home.
Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside
Trevon Haywood Dec 2015
It's all about money, it's all about true love, and it's all about beautiful girls.
Because Sandi is gonna make it rain for me so I can barely raindance all year long.
Even if the storm is coming, i can make it thunder and lightning.

Anonymous. 12/5/2015.
  Dec 2015 Trevon Haywood
Styles
Look into my eyes
what do you see, besides -
a broken heart - facing its demise.
a harsh reality collides, against
a mountain of lies buried in piles
stacked for miles
so the reality, impossible to see.
How can it be, that this happened to me;
love making pain a possibility
giving you the ability
to make me a liability
me loving you
is an exercise in;
futility.
  Dec 2015 Trevon Haywood
Supriya
Raindrops kissed the hollow tree trunk
It was the first time she had witnessed this scene
It was a joyous occasion for the baby chipmunk
Her home had got a pristine sheen.

The emerald leaves soon lost their wet glow
The sunrays raidiated their characterized sharpness
When would mother nature once again bestow
The parched planet with this watery happiness?

The chipmunk had but one demand of his mother
Mother, please make it rain
That no one can manipulate weather
Was an explanation quite mundane.

Unable to calm the innocent thing
The mother summoned her winged friend
The Nightingale exhibited her talent to sing
But the baby still wailed to no end.

The monkey held a show spectacular
By showing the baby numerous tricks
His tricks did win an audience popular
But for the baby, making it rain was the only fix.

Suddenly an idea occurred to the mother worried
She requested the assistance of the elephant
He agreed to help her succeed
In this unique experiment.

The elephant filled his trunk with water
And wet the baby with a playful splash
The mother felt relieved seeing her daughter
Finally revel in the soothing hydro flash.
Trevon Haywood Dec 2015
All that I do
Is in review
To his enamored mind
I know his eye
Where e'er I ply
Is pushing close behind
Not any Port
Nor any flight
But he doth there preside
Whai omnipresence lies in wait
For her to be a Bride.

Emily Dickinson. 12/5/2015.
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