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I drink the night like milk
a mothers warm embrace
I count the stars like silk
they enter through my face
I take in these layered tunes
by sound of brook on stone
an oath sworn by the moon
   the night is mine alone
A flower
is for saying thank you
if words
are not enough,
is for saying I love you
if you don't find
the courage,
is for apologizing
because you wouldn't want
to hurt anymore,
is for feeling closer
even if near
is already far,
is for saying goodbye
when parting
is just a game.
A flower
is for saying everything
when it's more beautiful
saying nothing.

23.2.'09
 Aug 2016 Jeremy Rascon
Jay Dee
Satan and I on our prowl.
Satan and I cookin' up somethin' foul.
I got lucifier right by my side.
You can't run, no you can't hide.
It's commin' down like hail and rain.
The devil and I are servin' up  sorrow and pain.
There is no refuge. No place you can go.
No. There will be no shelter for you.
No. No. No.


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Trying to contain my dark feelings so i wrote an angry poem.
I finally remembered
Who I truely was
I felt the warmth of purpose
Surge through me
All was well with the world

And then I woke up
 Aug 2016 Jeremy Rascon
AK93
Do you remember all the things we saw? There were a lot, but not as many as I thought. I guess my memories were just making love again, reproducing with my dreams of all that could have been.
Temptation guides your
drunken exploration
of my silk surface;
as eager fingertips
graze my thighs
and hips.
Like a river,
I unfold
for your thirsty lips;
as your craving grows
to drink up every bit.
I’m a fine wine that
stains your kiss.
A loving reminder
you wear with
coffee and breakfast.
I joined the church choir
but I don't think I believe in God.
I guess the preacher should be
Preaching to the choir.
But the preacher's my dad
and I'm a disappointment.
So I joined the church choir,
because I like to sing,
And it's not so hard to pretend
not to be a failure in your parents eyes.
 Dec 2015 Jeremy Rascon
r
Honey
 Dec 2015 Jeremy Rascon
r
The last time we kissed
I broke out in hives
from the honey on her breath
and the sting of her lies.
I swear, I'd die a thousand deaths
if she were the queen of my hive.
 Dec 2015 Jeremy Rascon
irsorai
In a world where there's so much hate,
Don't let it get you bitter
Push forward and stay kind.
Love people, appreciate their words,
Valid their feelings and spread respect.
Don't be passive, search the multiple points of view,
Be open minded and be heard.
Look around, there's beauty everywhere;
Whether it is in a flower, in a mountain,
In a bird or an lion.
There's beauty in a pure smile, a sad smile;
A helping hand, a bitter word.
There's beauty in the darkest and roughest place.
Where there's light, there's love.
Where there's love, there's hope.
Copyright © irsorai
30/11/2015
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