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 Feb 2016 Frances
E. E. Cummings
i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss
 Feb 2016 Frances
E. E. Cummings
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
I'm not sure when everything slowed down,
I blacked out for a second under this smoke cloud
And when I opened up my eyes
My chest felt tight
Something was wrong on this calm quite night
I saw you against my skin
Without my knowledge
Without permission
I attempted to scream but someone else grabbed me
It was in this moment, that I could not see
Only feel and the pain was everlasting
In my heart and of course physically
Have you ever felt so torn
That maybe this was all you were for?
i kicked and flailed but to no avail
I tossed and turned
Attempting to wake
When my eyes ripped open
That was all I could take
I sobbed until my face was soaked
This memory haunts my sleep with its cloak
What do I do when nothing's to keep?
Not even a young girls virginity...
How should I feel when I'm so torn up
When my nights are accompanied by a rapists touch
It's alright, I don't want pitty
I just want to move on
But I can't until, I'm out of this city
I'm still here full of hate
But a young lady can't be in that kind of state
And I'm ready to call 'check mate'
Because these feelings have got me cornered and I'm about to break

It's not proper to fill your lungs with any type of smoke
I thought
As the clouds stung
And I began to choke

But being proper is a mainstream way of thought
If my personality was fake and could be bought
I would be nothing but an assembly lines product

You cannot define who I am
With a dollar bill
Or your tainted Uncle Sam
Who has grown so ill

I hear that they've made Bluetooth light bulbs
It's funny, like an idea in your head can connect to your phone

But, I am of one mind
And it is my own
I will not be dependent on this iPhone

My fun will not end when the battery runs out
Or have a limit on my volume for how loud,
My thoughts may scream,
Individuality

This is who 'I' am
Who God has created me to be
I cant even type what i want to say
because with whatever i type, you wont understand anyway
no one will get it
the words are silent on this page
such a pretty flower isn't expected to feel so much rage.
 Aug 2013 Frances
Kenneth Beasley
She was 'Pulchritudinous' she was immaculant.
In your darkest hour, she would make the rest of your time sunny.
Whenever i was with her it was like being in a really good dream.
When i was away from her it was like someone woke me up when it got really good.
She would make you feel immortal, as if anything was possible and it was with her love.
Those eyes that would send me to the most beautiful places in the back roads of my mind.
She was the type of mystery i wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life trying to unravel.
She was the type of girl who would have you up thinking about your future and Listening to love songs at 3am,
Though there still is no one like her.
Her smile would your heart smile and your lips tremble.
But...
She warned me. She told me from the start. But still, i pursued her.
She was one of the girls who you did want to fight for.
It's my fault i ended up like this. But i don't regret it.
She gave me the most miserable happiness ever,
To this day i still love that girl , she made me realize the world is bad..
Unless you're willing to wait for the good.
I'll never forget her, i'll love her tomorrow, in a month
and in a couple of years i'll wonder where she is and what could of been. But she warned me
And that's the harsh truth. <3
This is not a love story, this is a story about love.

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