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"If you find someone who turns your pain into poetry, don't let them go."

We sat under some stars the other night,
Shared a smoke and some ****** wine
You played me original melodies,
Those of which I felt were about me
Me, myself and the sick things I've inflicted on such a lovely broken heart

I can honestly say I've never wanted someone in this way
I can honestly say I've never felt this type of burning sensation when someone leaves my way

You're the most comfortable thing I've ever found, the most terrifying
I can look at you and know your heart is an ocean cove just like mine
The pull will never cease

I often have a reoccurring dream,
You're this hideous sea creature with deep eyes that gleam
The woman I was with thought you were trying to drown our boat in the crazy cove we were in
Your look tore me at the seams, I pushed her off and we walked on land as one.

I don't ******* know.
soon it will be christmas full of lots of cheer
lots and lots of turkey and lots of christmas beer
time for lots of presents beneath the christmas tree
time for being happy and fill your life with glee
having lots of fun playing in the snow
building lots of snowmen to give a christmas glow
a time to live in peace  and people to unite
time to love each other and make your christmas bright
 Dec 2013 FredErick le Roux
Guss
The reflection of stars dusts your pupils.
Photons of quantum light are what I see
when look into your eyes.
I find that pretty amazing.
The distance of our gazing
flowing off into infinity.
With a trinity of futures
our souls are always glowing.
But the hypostases with you
are the only ones worth knowing.

*I bless the day I met you,
I bless the universe for making you,
and I worship you to the very core
of every atom in your body.
 Dec 2013 FredErick le Roux
Guss
I dipped my extraordinary toe into the cool waters.
It was colder than I had expected it to be.
And as I glowered at myself
in a mirror of sorts,
I discovered I wasn’t alone.

Deceptively perfect
and perfectly sculpted.
A body of total glory.
A glistening aura,
with freshly chopped wave.
A glistening fauna,
amongst all the flora.
Irreverently so,
she fit no humanly mold.
A creature to truly behold.

I behold the true embodiment
of the truth and the good.
And I certainly remember
the tales of the crude.
*Tatter becomingly of thy soul.
Please don’t develop an interlude.
Ive been laying while dying
underneath old coal.
Please woman.
Call my name.
 Nov 2013 FredErick le Roux
LAS
It was only the first night I met you, and I knew
I could get lost in the way the moonlight reflected in your eyes.
But it was nothing compared to your heart,
Your heart and the way it beat in rhythm with mine.

And so that night, and every night,
I did get lost in the way the moonlight reflected in your eyes
But it was nothing compared to the way I saw myself,
When I saw myself reflected in your eyes

And now I will never forget that day,
The day that took a piece of me forever.
Now exists a darkness so deep,
The darkness is threatening to swallow me whole.

And now today, and every day,
I miss seeing the way the moonlight reflects in your eyes,
I miss feeling the synchronized beat of your heart with mine,
And most deeply, I miss the unity of our souls when our eyes met.
 Nov 2013 FredErick le Roux
LAS
All of this began as a dream
     the most vivid vision.
It felt like looking into the future
     this time, it was the unknown.
The hard truth I was about to learn;
     the weather was calm, the season was new;
     the water flowing around us was fresh.
Then I looked up to see your face,
     my eyes returned down,
     to see mine reflected on the water's surface.
I felt the significance was shallow,
     little did I know it was all about the creek
     that carried you alone to the river.
I never knew the downhill flow to be so treacherous.
The longest moment, all so terrifying;
I couldn't wake up, it was my real-life nightmare.
I first wrote a circle poem, and turned those words into the last word for each line in this poem.  I would definitely like to use this approach again in the future.  Again, an old poem from junior year English class.
 Nov 2013 FredErick le Roux
LAS
Lost
 Nov 2013 FredErick le Roux
LAS
When I say I feel lost
     I mean lost but
     I also mean

I feel absent
     disoriented and
invisible

I feel misplaced
gone and
     perished

I feel a lacking
     a complete lacking

What is it like to feel found?
               Alive?  Aware?
To feel rich with positive emotion,
     to feel my own existence?
A small poem I wrote in frustration of depression back in July.  I was searching for words that I could feel.  Things are much better now than they were then.  I am not sure if I like lines being so short, I may end up turning this into something longer, but for now this stands as is.
I tried to start my day without coffee
It was harder than it first seemed
My get up and go left me in the dust
I had a caffeine withdrawal headache so bad I felt I might scream
I seemed to move slow like a scene of the zombies from The Walking Dead
I thought I should not  have gotten out of bed
I realize that this is nothing a few cups of coffee could not fix
I can hardly wait to drink that brew
I toast to all of you!
I see grandpa as I look up to the sky
I can envision him as he greets Jesus eye to eye as love and joy fills the air
The Angel's sing welcome songs and the anthems reach the heavenly throngs
as Jesus and Grandpa walk along the streets of gold as they passed through the Golden gate
They stood for a moment and stared into the Crystal lake, I heard Grandpa exclaim , I can
hardly wait to tell my children about this beautiful place
They traveled along a little further and  joy and peace filled the air
He turned and saw grandma standing there, smiling from ear to ear as she said "I've been waiting to see you, here there are no tears, no sorrows, nor fears here there is only happiness, love, joy and peace eternally
I heard that up in heaven Jesus has prepared, the things that make his children happy
I am sure for grandpa  there will be many 500 card games and they will be the best ever
i wrote and read this poem for my grandpa's funeral.
I hope you like it my friends!
I don't know what the paths of life will bring
Still I must trust in him I must believe
I received him I know that for sure yet in life there are many
hardships to endure at times there are battles along the path that
make me confused and shaken but about His love I cannot be
mistaken
He who made the blind man see can surely repair my feeble hands
and weakening knees
He can restore to me my faith, hope and security
I place my problems at Jesus feet in him their is victory not defeat.
We walk down His path day by day
If things are too difficult, He'll show us the way
He is our shelter in the time of storm
And He protects us from harm
When we pray to Him, He is ever near
And every prayer He doth hear
We do not know what the paths of life will bring
But we will continue to praise Him and sing

*Ann Johnson & Marian
Written by Ann Johnson and Marian as a duet of poetesses!! :)
We hope you enjoy it!! :)
God bless!! ~<3
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