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We're nothing more than two lost souls whose hearts have fallen in love with the rhythm of the other's beat.
 Nov 2015 Flo
From Jess's Lips
Have you ever
taken a picture
of a sunset,
just to realize that
you'll never capture
the true
colors,
the intense
emotions,
the full
beauty
of that moment?

Have you ever
taken a picture
of the crescent moon,
only to find that
you'll never catch
the unfolding
mysteries,
the brilliant
light,
the unwavering
loyalty
of that moment?

That's how I feel
when I try to
write poems
about you.
And yet, here I am, still trying.
 Nov 2015 Flo
Mel Little
Your Fault
 Nov 2015 Flo
Mel Little
You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.
 Nov 2015 Flo
eunsung aka Silas
let your little seed of hope grow
nurture and protect it
and someday you will
recover
from a hopeless state of
mind and body


if i can do it
so can you
Dedicated to all those struggling with addiction and those walking the path of recovery.  Phrase "a hopeless state of mind and body" is not my own.  I am quoting 12th step literature.
 Nov 2015 Flo
Dead lover
Although all poets write well, only those becomes popular who learn to respect the work of others..
This is what my favorite teacher used to say.. " do you know what makes a person's work more important?
the ability of the work to adjust with the reader, and that adjustment is only possible when - you learn to respect the sentiments and style of how all express and that's the way you should write.. "

She died in a car mishap, 1 and half year... I posted this in her memory, because If we see - its not just about a writer and his readers, its about all, about everything in fact..
 Nov 2015 Flo
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

How many nights will I look next to me
Only to see a pillow and not you, my dear?
How many times I will whisper your name
Only to prove that you will never hear?
How many paper rings I will make
Only to fold and hide them somewhere?

How many poems I shall recite
Only to tell them nothing is about me?
How many times I will tell a lie
And assume something I don't see?
How many times I will hear a song
And let imagination feed my fantasy?

How many times I will cry
With this cut that I need to mend?
How can I stand and how long?
Will you come? Tell me, baby, tell me when...

Or I am just dreaming again?

~~¤~~
To those who are dreaming and still asking questions...
 Nov 2015 Flo
Chris
~
The way
my heart aches
constantly for you
proves it

~
 Nov 2015 Flo
beth fwoah dream
i.

in the air
the sweet flow
of a bird.

ii.

drawn, perfect blossom,
the wind that refuses to settle.  

iii.

november’s fine golds
melt like clouds.

iv.

i burn for your kiss
like a bird that stays
with a boat
my lips seek your lips
forever.
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