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  Jul 2014 Jay12
PrttyBrd
Sun** breaks the peace of raindrops
Glaring through the window
Burning flesh awake
"Rise and Shine" it SCREAMS in silence
And the hint of laughter on a breeze
Taunts the groggy mind
3-13-14
  Jul 2014 Jay12
PrttyBrd
Eyes blinded by passion as you grab my hair
Claimed as yours, you display proudly
And I  cannot hold still
Desire burns hot
You stick your fingers through my smile and make room
Room to claim me as yours, once and for all
A fistful of hair positions you inside of me
Eyes water with depth
Trying to breathe, I squirm
Held gently but firmly in place
A naughty smile and a Twinkle in those hazel eyes
No, you will not win,
Not this time.
For I am not yours
You are mine
My rod of molten steel
My elixir of life
Mine
Hold me in place and take it home
My eyes never leave yours
You watch intently as you disappear, repeatedly
I can't help but smile, though I have no room to do so
Warm and wet i take what you give
And when I am released
I find myself sharing the joy
6/29/14
  Jul 2014 Jay12
Styles
When it comes to you: taking steps is easy, moving forward is the hard part.
   Then,
         Life goes on; and the scars that remain; remind me of your pain.
           And,
              If I take away the "Y" it becomes our pain.
time heals everything- it doesn't mean its not a pain filled process. It's easy to take the robotic steps of every day life. But getting over; a person, emotions; that's a completely different reality. One that people suffering heartache, or love loss; feel trapped or suspended in: There's something to be said about that.
  Jul 2014 Jay12
PrttyBrd
Through the colors of dusk, you enticed me
Wide-eyed and inquisitive
Laughing in modesty,
Yet filled with desire
Fast friends in honest notions
Too close too quickly, perhaps
Yet so similar in design
Too tight a fit
Too much to handle
Bonded passion through darkest night
The colors of dawn bid the possibilities adieu
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  Jul 2014 Jay12
Dominique Espiritu
There will come a time
When the one who planted you
Will be nowhere to be found.
You'll wonder
Why they'd left you
As such a little sprout.
But then you'll start to realize
That maybe it's your time to
Bloom
Without someone to water you.

Maybe it's time to rely on the rain.
Goodbye to one of the first few people who believed in my writing! Wherever you may go next, I hope you will water many others, like you did with me.
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