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 Aug 2015 Kendra Lynn
GaryFairy
the "light at the end of the tunnel"
is a train that's headed my way
i'll be crushed under wheels of steel
never to see the light of day
 Aug 2015 Kendra Lynn
GaryFairy
she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies
Underneath a moonlit
sonata, you and I
Beethoven's audience
A love, a wonder, alive

You're curious - as am I
Your soft breaths - I've learned
a new lullaby

I think I'll sleep well tonight
 Aug 2015 Kendra Lynn
Old Soul
Yesterday I saw you,
For the first time in a year,
And almost instantly,
I regained all my feelings for you.

When I was with you,
I forgot everyone else that,
I had spent long hours thinking of,
And instead you took their place.

I dreamt of you all night,
And I kept waking up,
But every time I returned to sleep,
There you were again.

I will be seeing you a lot,
For the next couple months,
It just ***** that you already,
Love somebody else.
There is hope and heaven on the other side of never
Where rain falls like a chandelier with fairy tale endeavor
Where green rolling hills offer up rainbows and marshmallow clouds
And everyone there enjoys feeling under the weather
I struggle finding titles for my poems, I always write them last, often years later, if at all. To me, emphasising one theme, at the expense of others, can make poems appear a little top heavy. Does anyone else share this view? Is there a skill here that I haven't yet mastered? Would you suggest a different title for this poem?
 Aug 2015 Kendra Lynn
Rob Cochran
There’s only so much
A man can give
Of what it takes
For him to live
Before he has to take it back
Though he may lack
The strength to heave
His heavy heart
Cracked and shattered
From his torn and tattered sleeve
There comes a time
When nothing's left
That's when its time to leave.
 Aug 2015 Kendra Lynn
Kwanele
nights made for sleeping
not thinking
maybe we're just programmed differently.
somewhere, something went wrong.
i think more than i sleep.
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