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NLP Aug 7
I write my poems
In the latest of nights
And earliest of mornings,
When I'm alone with the
Lightning storm brimming
That is my thoughts running
rampant through my mind
NLP Aug 7
watch as
your flower unfurls
in all its glory.
Iridescent colors like many
stars collected in you
Illuminate your beautiful
heart irradiates
NLP Aug 7
song because
These are the kind of words
That no one sings.
This is a theme
we shouldn't repeat.
What we have is
Just a passing moment
Only a short poem
I hope you never see.

There's nothing beautiful about this
Nothing beautiful about sin..
But you make it look so heavenly.
Tainted so my broken heart bleeds
Symphonies in every beat.

Every word's a sword.
Is it suicide then
When I tattoo myself with my pen;
Write my pain into permanence.
My late nights spent stuck in bed;
Yearning for a warmth that you never send.
I watch the coming dawn from the safety
Of my covers I-I-I'm tired from a sleepless night.
Happy that None can see me cry when the sunrise greets the new days sky
And I'm not feeling right
Cause I been left alone
To face a world

If I called you'd answer right?
If I text you when the moon's high,
And the darkness has settled,
And my mind meddles
With the idea of you,
You'd reply right?

I told you I need you…
Is that too desperate?
Rhetorical question
But I understand your objections
Of who I am.
For I now know
Know why the caged bird sang...
And why he fell silent.
NLP Mar 2
Hundreds of poems
Were never enough.
So I gave up writing
For someone who'd
Never understand
Depths; the essence,
The timelessness
Of my words.
NLP Mar 1
I didn't know what it was
About you that drew
Me in;
Perplexed, I couldn't figure
It out why you were
Stuck in my synapses.
I couldn't have known
Without seeing it
Once more.
Then we met again
And you smiled and I knew
NLP Jan 18
Welcome to my airspace.
How do you like the way my lightning
Strikes your weathervane?
The way my thoughts rain down
On your rocket ship?
The way the moonlight hits your skin
When the clouds clear
And you've landed on my mindscape.
Do you like the way my words gravitate
To you and wrap you in flames?
NLP Jan 17
When's the last time the person
In the mirror called you beautiful?
Or is loving what you see
In the reflection still difficult?
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