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Through the pain of dissatisfaction comes the ending of a life worth more than gold itself.
Each breath that a loved one takes is in vain
Through the burden of life we learn new things
Such as the feeling of hurt
And sometimes joy
And when we feel joy it feels sweet on our tongues
Life is bitter
And dissatisfaction is sour
The only release we have from our minds
Is a cold casket
I only ask that if I die soon
If I die young
Please bury me where the peppermints are
For if I were to taste them
They would bring me back to you
And joy would be everlasting
The only thing we would learn from life would be peace
Bury me where the peppermints are
 Mar 2019 swaggmaster
Gods1son
You are a flower
Far too beautiful for me to pluck
I will come to your site everyday
Just to adore your sight
I'll leave you in your natural habitat
I cherish you
But I won't be selfish
I'll leave you for others to behold also
Utmostly, I want what's best for you
When you cherish something, don't destroy it in an attempt to make it yours!
test me
my waters have remained constant
rippling, reaching
as far as the eye can see
into the horizon; the water surrounds me
my knowledge is useless
when drowning in these waters;
i can only flail desperately
as my movements create ripples
out into the open sea
all these efforts
all in vain
all in my vein
blood rushing out
like the sea, light then heavy
then strong
like the sea, with a strong smell of salt
this time, the waters are red
and they reek of iron

test my waters
they’ve been stained crimson
with my lifeline
exam week got me in a bad light
 Mar 2019 swaggmaster
Jon York
No one sees what you see,
   even if they see it too.
        She embraced
           the chaos
    as it painted her life
       with purpose
      knowing that the
   heart will  sometimes
                 break,
    to make a better shape
        and she said to me,
          "no one's soul
               is pure,
      we are not here to
            stay clean."
                                                                         Jon York   2019
 Mar 2019 swaggmaster
Jon York
I
   crave
    you
    with
       a
  love so
    deep
  that the
   ocean
would be
   jealous,
     and
      as
    your
   curves
  run like
  waves,
      if
    love
   could
     save
     you,
    you
would
   live
forever.                                                                         Jon  York   2019
green palms
exploding open
effortless
and concentric

spirograms
or feeling tissue
lifting an eye
to heat
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