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Turn up the silence and block out the sun,
Alone in my room, a bottle and a gun.
It goes click twice, I'll see another day,
Tears start to fall, can't carry on this way.
"When I lost him ",she said, "I thought I had lost everything Daniel.Because he meant the world to me" Pain pressed down on her chest as if it were an anchor rested there and she knew her illness was eating deeper .She paused listening to the melody of his soft breath and savoring his manly cincture. She needed more strength too and courage to at least praise him too because like her Grandfather once told her,Love is a two way street and to reach forever, both lovers must at some point take to the driving seat.
"But now, having found you my Angel, I realize compared to Paradise, the world means nothing. Heaven is all we need sometimes to forget the pain our world has caused us.I..."she stuttered in realization of the double truth she'd hinted on in her confession and in hesitation of the ultimate. "I love you Dan..."
"And I,you more " he replied but Marly wondered if it would stand when he finally learns of the bitter truth that robbed her of Jamal. She contemplated her plight with such sadness that a serpentine tears crawled out her eyes wetting his chest just as she was bleeding inside, metaphorically and literally
Just wanted my friends to see one of my stories,I write stories more, I'll call them novels if they ever reach the end. Feel free to air your opinions pals, I'll take whatever it is seriously.
If you have nothing to lose,treasure it
It's not easy finding something as precious as nothing
And you don't want to imagine how it feels like having nothing at stake
 May 2015 Marka Acton
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It's been a long time, can't tell since when.
It's been a long time, since I felt whole,
but I do feel it every now and then.
To pick up a pen and write down my soul.

To sing a mumble, this sad rumble.
Pretending I have a greater goal.
but under the truth of it, I crumble
and again, in weakness, I pay the toll.
Maybe next time it'll be a happier song.
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Be
Bliss
Beseech
Sensual healing
Remote vibrations
Contemporary beliefs
Dissolve within a great force
Of electro magnetic Sun's charge
Fantasy ride over the ridge on the horizon's
Flickering tales and there aware beauty satiates long lost
Trust in human kindness which is unmasked is a true longing
Immense need borne into a trembling moment revealing thy
Love energy is dancing as one giant leap in the realms of
Levitation on my shy sound wings as they soar magnificent
Wondering why thy tiny serene particles open
Everlasting desire to be as one luminous
Mandelbrot's rainbow reflection on
Edges of a pure cosmic droplet
Effervescent dark magic is
This darkest intelligent
Deep pertinet gaze
Absolutly free
Yearnin'
For
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ˇImagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Loveˇ
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Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
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