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E.
I found myself biting my lip
Drawing blood as I looked into her eyes.
I wish she could know
Does she know?
It’s like I want to expose myself
Purposely mess up,
Let her hear a hint.
I wish she knew how I felt
Could she know?
And what if she did?
What if she knew?
Would we be right for each other?
Sometimes I see her looking at me.
Almost starring.
I can’t help but wonder,
Does she think about me the way I do her?
She feels like everything,
But I hardly know her.
This passion radiates off me.
How is this even possible?
She is so beautiful
Yet somehow so insecure.
I want to see the future.
Our future at hopes,
Maybe I can learn the ropes.
E,
If we ever get to love each other,
This is for you.
This,
It has always been about you.
I really like you.
Like, a lot.
You are so cute.
Make me feel like a mute
Speechless.
I hope
One day
I will
We will
Have mutual love.
Magic comes from the hearts of curiosity.
The “what ifs” of the peoples soul.
Magic is the place where hope originates.
The“some how”,
The some way,
The defying the odds,
The impossible,
Or maybe,
It comes from the foolish
The illusion.
The lies,
The ignorance.
Perhaps magic comes from the fools within us.
The spin of the tables,
The rabbits that never came out of the hat.
The people who weren’t ever that noticed,
So they decided to make a coin appear from behind your ear
Just to make them ask
“how?”
So we could feel human again.
So we could get up on stage,
Take a huge bow,
And receive the applause we never received.
Maybe magic comes not from good intentions,
But a sinister plot to rule the world,
One trick at a time.
What if magic was the reality the wanderers hoped for.
Could we be living our lives wrong?
Magic being real,
And reality being fake,
Mirrors as lies,
The snake being god.
And our lives
An entire simulation.
Just magic
Right?
right now
I dream of a world
Just us.
I want to see your eyes
Shine like this sky.
See I want her and I in this world,
Because she is my inspiration.
She is the only one I want.
She is the only person to reach for my heart,
Complete bliss,
As she gives me a kiss,
The softness of her lips,
As we gaze towards each other.
In this place,
The sky is as her eyes.
Green with upmost gentleness.
The kind that gently rocks you away to sleep,
This feeling is so deep,
She is my inspiration,
She will be with me in this place,
As we join hand in hand and never come back to this ****** world.
We can start anew,
Becoming more than we had ever hoped.
A simple love poem, but I think not.
Grandfather, I’d say
Come with me today.
We would see a world anew.
Full of the things we love,
None of what we hate.
We will have cinemas to keep us company.
Video games for the playing.
Lots of world to cover as time merely stops.
We shall feast at grandma’s cooking,
Enjoy a sweet treet,
And meet batman himself.
Grandfather, I’d say,
Its my turn to make you happy today.
He’d smile,
And gently take my hand,
As we run away to a happy place.
He knew no evil,
So we will see a world of fun and games,
And we’ll forget the bad names,
That we fought so hard to avoid.
I would take his hand,
Show him the way
To have a **** good day.
We will be in paradise,
No more need for dreaming,
Not cats due to his discretion,
And lots of root bear and pizza to fill our hearts once more.
He won’t have to deliver any more packages,
Because I chose
To take him with me.
her
acting apart
my teeth chatter,
my blood with a splatter.
please baby,
don't make my heart shatter.
His eyes,
Foul breath.
His fists
Demonstrated he was more than ******.
No lies
****,
Nothing but them.
This was supposed to be our new sunrise,
We were supposed to start anew.
Make amends, and try hard to move on.
But I can’t forget
His eyes
His foul breath
His fists pounding on my body,
His choking
His scars that he gave me.
He wants to lie to me,
Lie to authorities.
He is not granting me my right to that horrible past.
My survival is being denied.
My revival is only beginning,
But I must repair this heart,
Use two whole rolls of duct tape,
And try to recreate it’s shape.
When he hears the word abuse,
His feet still shift,
His breathing stops for a good second,
Before he continues.
He knows,
He shows,
No remorse.
Nothing that he can fix.
It is his nature,
Which is why he can’t change.
Why he won’t try.
To understand why I cry.
No
Not at all at any time do I plan to forgive,
But I was willing to try to move on,
But that was denied,
A big red stamp,
******* on a contract,
The thing that was supposed to repair us.
He wants to watch the world burn,
**** us.
His fists shall beat him through another day,
Until it comes time,
To watch his façade burn.
broke
as my heart
as my wallet
as my love life
as my hope
as my family
as my earphones
as my washer machine
as my mind
as my soul.
as your word's meaning when you say
"I love you"
 Sep 2016 Wordforged Fool
Helen
Once upon a time
he saw with his fingertips
He saw every word spoken
simply by tracing it

Once upon a time
he felt those words by heart
Then he closed his own
and decided it was time to part

Once upon a time
He never saw her face
he could only be guided
by her rhyme

Once upon a time
He sat listening in rapture
but then he left it
all behind

Once upon a time
he felt what she had wrote

Now he just listens
to the words
stuck in her throat

Once upon a time
he would have pulled the words
from her barely beating chest

Once upon a time
she would have coughed them up
just to sit beside him and rest

Once upon a time
they spoke,
they communicated
on a path that was one mind

Once upon a time
she became mute
He no longer
heard her
because he was blind
e
She speaks so kindhearted.
She looks so beautiful.
Her eyes as jade, so delightfully green.
They shine as a newly cleaned sword blade.
Her laugh so gentle,
Her smile so sentimental.
How do I say I think I like her?
She loves another man, but I feel I’m better.
Loyalty is a virtue
And she seems to live it well,
But that “guy”
Really nothing more than a hothead boy,
Doesn’t deserve something as perfect as her.
She reminds me of the trees,
Her natural beauty.
I know somehow she sees the real me in my eyes,
She recognized it the first time we actually spoke.
But when he’s around I feel like I need an invisible cloak.
I know what her
“Lover”
Is.
Who he is.
What he is really after.
After her body,
Not her heart.
But she must travel this path to learn,
Why this guy was single to begin with.
Why lust does not make a good pair with faithfulness, and gentleness.
I hope she will see that I can offer better…
Soon.
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