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 Apr 2014 euphony
Amanda
Her
 Apr 2014 euphony
Amanda
Her
Her eyes were like the mirror reflections of all the cities he
wished
to
see.

He want to travel to all of them.
Every single street-light or star light
for that matter,
to
kiss
his skin.

Her lips & little smile creases held
the lines and angles
that
were
co-ordinates to
those
unspoken
wishes.

Those crimson cheeks were colours that reminded him of those days of balmy summer.
Rhapsodic notes of laughter finishing the hum of warmth.

Her words were undoubtedly the ones he traces on his wrists when skies are grey and black.

Her fingertips and hands gently reminded him
of

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Hello there lovely!
How are you, today?
I hope you liked this little nonsensical poem.
Song that this was typed to:
Dan & Shay- 19 you & me.

The very title of the song made me fall in love with it.
x
 Apr 2014 euphony
Gwen Johnson
Love?
 Apr 2014 euphony
Gwen Johnson
Why does thinking of love
Make me think of you?
I don't even get it

Why is love thought to be so strong
When you can love a pair of shoes

Why is love tied with loss
Was it asked to

How does love tie with you?
 Apr 2014 euphony
Instrospect
You are my moon.
I know it's a metaphor and
I know it's prone to misinterpretation
But isn't that what's great about metaphors?

You are the sky.

What do you mean?

It means what it means and what you think it means.

What do you think it means?

It doesn't matter what I think it means.

But you wrote it, didn't you? You ought to know.

That's the thing about writers. We write things and we don't know
what they mean, really. For there is not one frame for each line
and each picture we paint. It's about writing masterpieces that can be
broken down to different pieces. Maybe even to the point that it is
crushed to sand and turned to dust. Dust flies away with the wind and
if poetry might turn to dust, then I will be glad.

-D.D.
Trying something new. Comments are very much welcome. :)
 Apr 2014 euphony
r
Swim
 Apr 2014 euphony
r
Somedays, the tide only laughs
at the sandbags we put up.
When the ocean of emotion
breaks with waves above our hearts,
we swim or drown.

The swell of current overrides
and riptides pull us down.
Move parallel to shore against the tide
till firmer ground is found.
Swim.

r ~ 4/6/14
 Apr 2014 euphony
Sia Jane
Tropico
 Apr 2014 euphony
Sia Jane
Cady crushed
Soulful sunbeam
Modelling moonlight
Bright red scream.

Makeshift Marilyn
Winter wanders
Cavalier cowboys
Don't slow down.

****** valleys
Lightening laser
Taunting temptation
She'll be watching.

Dusted dimes
Matriarchy mothers
Electric evolution
At least pretend.

Sleeping sisters
Brutal brothers
Scoring shots
Smells like you.

Snakes stifled
River rapids
Drowning diseases
Love songs sung.

Their souls;
corrupt.

Unarticulated answers;
lost.

Paradise alley;
forgotten.

Ungrazed lips;
innocence.

© Sia Jane
This is very random I do know! Not sure where it came from.
I also want to say I am trying to keep up with all your poems!!
 Apr 2014 euphony
1487
Fork
 Apr 2014 euphony
1487
I dropped a fork yesterday
And my mom said that meant someone's coming

I stopped a minute and thought of your name

But no one came
No one ever came
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