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 Mar 2016 innerThought
BB Tyler
"I can't wait to see your face when it's finished."
Mother to Daughter.
Ceramic Masks.
I’ve never needed more words
than the ones I already have.

I am a lost library book.

I have become overdue, forgotten
and I once gave you a good time.
Yeah.
I wasted so many years of my life,
waiting for someone who would treat me right,
then when I finally thought I'd found someone different,
they hurt me all the same,
I never went searching for love,
I never want to love again.
Another fleeting thought....
~~¤~~

I am an exquisite soul,
child of sheltered creative spirits
In my veins run the colorful blood flowing with rhythm
The air I breathe feels like drips of rain
in alternating rhyme scheme
Stop me from spilling my ink
and I will still bleed with words
upon the sheets of my secluded book

I am a strange hand of nature
creating rainbow in its playground
It is not my duty to paint the sky with hues,
but what I do creates strength of my palm
I bleed with words
I breathe love, hope and faith
You can stop me from breathing my thoughts
by taking out my heart

For I am an exquisite soul
who always bleed with words
upon the sheets of my secluded book.

~~¤~~
An artist...
 Nov 2015 innerThought
Mel Little
You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.
 Nov 2015 innerThought
NV
when last
 Nov 2015 innerThought
NV
when last have i had a 3am kind of conversation,
with my star like emotions scattered all over the darkest parts of me,
mimicking the sky,
my moon like persona that always returns back to hiding me away.  
when last have i felt safe enough to let somebody in,
to not have visions of my vulnerability being tied to the bed after he locks the door behind him,
his voice like some sort of broken record that keeps on repeating that
"it's gonna be okay."
when last have i had a shoulder to cry on that isn't my own,
for my neck to stop worrying that the tear filled sea on either side won't get waves big enough to drown me.  
when last okay,
when last has it felt good to be me.
 Nov 2015 innerThought
yass min
what's wrong with you ?
they ask me all  the time.
i'm wrong  with me ,
i'm too much to live with .
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