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I love you.

For only the second time, ever
have I confessed this
conundrum,
and yet.

I genuinely meant it.
I know you will break my heart someday.
WHO KNEW I EVEN HAD ONE?
And yet, I'm not scared. Because, no matter what.
You are, and will always be
worth it.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
 May 2016 john p green
mhelows
I love you like i love my cup of coffee.
First thing in the morning
In the middle of day
Or late at night.
Dark, bitter, sweet or both.
Right now, later, and always constantly.
Forever.
a notecard in a book,
bearing two words that bring to the fore
countless desires and longings,
secrets i tell no one,
not even in my prayers.

a simple phrase that reminds me
of a truth i learned long ago
and rarely allow myself to indulge -
i am allowed to dream.

possible wishes,
probable dreams,
attainable hopes,
life lived.
 May 2016 john p green
Ma Cherie
I can't see you though
I know your near I've felt your breath a thousand times
I've relived our life within my mind
can't go back for too much fear
I'm better off without you here
I'm stonger now than the force of a hurricane
and stronger than your guilt or blame
I'm  a fire that can't be tamed....
I will remain.
 May 2016 john p green
Luann Jung
I dare not look up for fear of the brilliance of the sun,
yet I will never look down either
for I hide from the darkness of the smoky fabric
of my soul.
I do not look forward because I am afraid
that the strings which connect me to what is dear
will break and leave me reeling backwards
like a fish out of water.
I cannot look behind lest I be reminded
of all the mistakes I wish I could take back.
I will not look here or there or at
this or that because I believe I am weak
and lacking in so many things.
But in truth, I am just waiting for
someone to tell me that I am strong
and that I will make it, and that the only place
I need to look is
inside
of myself.
 May 2016 john p green
ryn
(S)wallow
 May 2016 john p green
ryn
It's easier to wallow
with no additional weight

It's easier to swallow
tiny morsels stripped off the bone

It's easier to swallow
when you submit to fate

It's easier to wallow
when you decide to walk alone
Sometimes you have to **** it up for the benefit of others.
I have been
nothing before
and while I prefer
to be something
to you
zero
is a perfect circle
the beginning
the end
one seamless strand
made whole
i'm sure a dog be able to build you a house.*

i fed a Kaiser bun to a homeless dog
outside a Warsaw bus station once,
homeless dogs are a big thing in
poland... it's not exactly the heaven
of Battersea, but that's where they're heading;
one dog in the triumphant fountain
left stranded to drown...
dogs... dogs... why would i feel more
for dogs? if i'm waiting to be example
akin i'll be glad to die a second time,
with what's hardly worth imagining,
as feeding the stray dogs of Warsaw...
with the haven for dogs south of the Thames
at Battersea; dogs held to ***** above man.
 May 2016 john p green
Sean Hunt
I need to stop being me
There’s somebody else
That I want to be
I spend nearly all of my time
Thinking of me
Thinking of mine
I seem to be stuck
In this unwritten rhyme
Since beginningless time

Sean Hunt  May 2016
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