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 Oct 2017 LS Martin
Maia Vasconez
Why was leaving me as easy and ugly as taking off velcro shoes. It made that tearing noise too. I don't feel so good. I lost my appetite. She said leave me alone and my heart sped up and then it flat lined. I keep telling my dog I'm clairvoyant. That I always knew I'd end up this disappointed. Gutted. Just like a fish. Just as messy, not so tragic.
My first poem since july, yikes.
 Oct 2017 LS Martin
soyun
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 Oct 2017 LS Martin
soyun
There is a certain Beauty in Brokenness
And Purpose in Pain.
 Oct 2017 LS Martin
DemonCrimson
In the world beyond hope,
Mirrored by selfish acts of sin.
The heavens hold me down, fear and disgust on their faces.
Lust and greed plague my mind.
Ever so strong like the weight of a thousand thoughts.

Have you ever come across a person that lifts you high and then weighs you down like gravity. Feeling like **** but blissful at once. Living in feeling and knowing the cost. I wish it were easy but dying is hard.
It's not good. Just random sleepy thoughts. Been awake for a good 20 hours .
 Oct 2017 LS Martin
Imran Islam
I peruse your poems
and feel your love,
It awakens me.
I peruse your letters
and feel your hurts,
They shock me!

I peruse your heart
and sense your feelings,
They make me weak!
I peruse your mind
and find your emotions,
They turn me back.

I peruse your habit
and realize your treats,
They glamor me.
I peruse your works
and observe your arts,
They satisfy me.

I peruse your eyes
and see your kindness,
They're cool like the rain.
I peruse your smile
and see your pleasure,
They melt every chain.

I peruse your face
and enjoy your looks,
They make me wonder.
I peruse your beauties
and reverse like books,
They make me a writer.

I peruse your voice
and enjoy your melodies,
They call me silent.
I peruse your shyness
and touch your body
They call me to be silent.

Truly, your love is my drug
Your hurts are my tears,
Your happiness is my life,
So, I need you, sweetheart!
 Oct 2017 LS Martin
The Dedpoet
Like a moonbeam
Brighter than the Daystar,
I am blinded by
Woman in a soft
Midnight garden;

When the day kisses
The night,
The light is weeping.

I walk alone.

The soul with no
Absolution
Is an infinite impossible.
My throat caught
In a tearful choke,

The missing song
Under the sun
Is the Moon's tender
Presences.

Love escapes
Into a masked misunderstanding,
Another misunderstanding
Hides the Father in me
Under this misguided wing

I quiver under a fools blade,

I love like a child
Lost in a forgotten story,

Missing.
if you can sing about it
will it become legend

@journeyofdays
.....................A silent scar
................................A mirage afar
.........................................A shooting star
.................................A mission
......................A delusion
........A confusion
....................is
.......................this
....­..........................life!
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