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We weep for a second and are gone

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The fragile soul

The purpose of love

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That girl !

She pulsates with pure intentions

All who see her know what a  MAN is



The tower

The shelter in the woods

The child wanders

The drone bombers overhead

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The ***** boy with bloodshot eyes

The raving lunatic once thought a young girl

Meet in the bedroom or alleyway

And       "fall in love "

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The vulture flies thru the storm

There is so much work to do down there

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Naked I come into the world

I leave with body ripped and torn



We weep for a while then are gone

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We pass each other and wonder why

Amid such beauty we didn't see a thing
 Nov 2014 Jon Shierling
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
The Rebellion Project X.
Look it up.
Ember Evanescent posted it, but who posted it is not important the point is uniting us as artists.
All of us poets are some of the most REAL people out there because poetry can't be fake.
To wear the black X on your left wrist in black ink is a symbol of your support of people being themselves and rebellion against society's judgments.
If you are wearing the black X know that at least three other people that I know of somewhere out there in the world are wearing he same symbol on their wrists and feel united in spirit through that.
<3
BE YOU!

Link:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/960010/rebellion-project-x-draw-a-black-x-on-yor-wrist-in-black-ink-to-s­how-your-support-symbol-of-rebellion-against-hatred/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/960010/rebellion-project-x-draw-a-black-x-on-yor-wrist-in-black-ink-to-show-your-support-symbol-of-rebellion-against-hatred/

Yeah, that's the link. Comment to let people know if you are doing it and repost it so more people are involved. Make people feel less alone and more supported. :)
Fight hatred!
X
She was Bordeaux;
full bodied with a dark
fruity scent, fermenting
more each day as
life pressed out
her sweet essence.

Her mouth, a worn out
label of words, never
deciphered , silenced
by ordinary men; she
had always been
their best kept secret.

The hourglass girl
keeping time
in measured gulps;
drop dead red
had always been her color.
I've read my poems
over and over
It seems like the only person
I can connect with
Is me...
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