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 Dec 2017 Larianne
Lizzie
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 Dec 2017 Larianne
Lizzie
<3
I want you to love every shattered... jagged... broken... piece of me.
Love my twisted heart and tattered soul...
My restless thrashing mind, bring me peace in time...
I don’t want you to look at my crumbling mountain and flee...
Would you take the time,
To love me for me?
Or would you turn away in disgust, laugh at my weakness?
I wouldn’t blame you, nor would I be shaken...
you wouldn’t be the first to leave me with my heart
                                                    Breakin......
But please be the first to hold me in the cold and fill me with warmth...
Unfinished but here's what I have so far...
 Dec 2017 Larianne
April
Silence
 Dec 2017 Larianne
April
in the silence
our thoughts are the loudest
they're the creaks of the floorboards
letting us know
we are not alone
whether the voices are good or bad
the silence really will never invade our minds
 Dec 2017 Larianne
Cné
Him
 Dec 2017 Larianne
Cné
Him
wonder’s
    joyous
        heartfelt
            smile,

beauty’­s
    charming
        expressive
            style,

delight’s
 ­   enchanting
        debonair
            attire,

whimsy’s
    gleeful
        intimacy
     ­       afire,

laughter’s
    voice
        lovesome
            ­glow,

gentility’s
    engaging
        graceful
            show,

love’s
    adoring
        k­isses
            embrace,

hope’s
    welcome
        inspiring
­            grace,

desire’s
    playful
        flirty
         ­   glance,

passion’s
    jubilant
        fleeting
            r­omance.
 Dec 2017 Larianne
Pagan Paul
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Two lines of cold grey cottages stand,
like decaying teeth in the mouth of Hades.
Grim acknowledgement to a long dead past,
monuments to the what if's and maybes.

A dark stain on the undergrowth of Nature,
the mud filled pond reeks of sick disease.
Brick and concrete tumble down slowly,
as She reclaims land in shallow degrees.

But peace and tranquility live here now,
under the pall of a decomposing host.
Trees grow, birds sing and flowers bloom,
perhaps to entertain the departing ghosts.



© Pagan Paul (2017)
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