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 Apr 2014 Luce
peurdelavie
11w
 Apr 2014 Luce
peurdelavie
11w
maybe my biggest mistake
was never learning how
to regret you
 Apr 2014 Luce
AmberLynne
My Dear
 Apr 2014 Luce
AmberLynne
Come closer to me, my dear,
I beckon to you gently…
advance without any fear
ever so very slowly…

A smile creeps onto my face
because I see the hesitation
with each step you place
closer to where I stand.

I shine brightly, seemingly sweet,
though I can tell you aren't fooled,
you can smell my deceit
coming through this façade.

My nefarious intent is
no longer hidden as you close in.
I laugh, my malevolence evident as
the sound wraps around you.

So come closer dear, and give me a kiss
Pay not any attention
to the poisonous taste of my lips.
You'll feel better soon, my dear.
4.24.14
 Apr 2014 Luce
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
 Apr 2014 Luce
Nat Lipstadt
don't call me that
and
don't call me
astronaut or

good

provider
businessman
trader
father
lover

all ******* up charges

mark me plainly
Cain stainedly

mark me
just
as plain man

for plain ordinary man,
failure is
an ok option

too bad
some hu-mens
must be
princes and princesses,
even poets too,
and all the rest

*for them,
failure
is no option
Someone called me,
Prince
someone called me
Poet.

At 3:45am
The mirror on the wall
laughed,
calls me cursed
and leaves me
with my hand,
that worn stump,
holding my head
failing to figure out
an answer.
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