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Michael Chandler Feb 2013
This sonnet should be about love
not about a girl who loves fiction.
wrote her story after the head institution,
melancholy eyes with an sort of
Angelic face, she must be  made of
The midnight sky, should I show ambition?
even if *** is my only intention
The arrows of love have not fallen from above
But, she must be a king's treasure
how long can those lips be ignored?
A revered beauty, if she was to
Rank a man, I could never measure
it's a fantasy and nothing more
when an interrupted girl is loving you
Michael Chandler Dec 2012
I woke up in your eyes
found myself on your skin
with each of my finger tips
I softly touch your red lips
admiring  them like rubies

Anxiety have u lying on my carpet
I grab the gold bracelets on your wrist
Stretching your arms to their peak
whisper in your ear a love
that can keep you warm at night
Satisfied in the morning

The sun rays beam through my windows
natural  heat touching our moist skin
You tossed your red boots,
to place your bare feet in
a comfortable place
i  feel your lasso
tied around my waist
I'm  giving you the truth

I lick your navel
spread your legs
Your eyes closed, heart racing
I recognize you
from the star on your  tiara,
to your  jet black hair,
to your American flag  hips
kisses on a superheroine's ****
My hands gripping your thighs
Your strong back arch ,
fingers clinching my carpet.
moaning to the ceiling
biting your lips; soft
legs tied around my neck

Sooner or later you'll leave
To the save the world
I could encourage you to stay
But I know love with Wonder Woman
Can't be real, that's the emotion
I only see in comic books
So I wipe my mouth
Helped you into your chariot
watch you fly into the sky
Michael Chandler Dec 2012
I'm in land influenced by smoke
Lakes of *****
I see mermaids
They only talk
When they take their midnight swim

I am not invincible
Not like Perseus
Who found a love
That made him defy the gods

Dante found a love
He jumped into hell
To find her
I don't feel love
Not even strong enough for
Me to send a text

Maybe I am invincible
Not like Perseus
But like Ralph Ellison
Maybe she can find my footsteps
Imprinted on the dirt
Maybe after her swim
She can grow legs and
influence me to begin
My journey
Michael Chandler Dec 2012
Their were plenty of times i tripped over my own feet
Falling behind the more fluent riders
Waving my hands, pointing to the sky
My knees bent, the longboard beneath
my feet is trembling, wind smashing against my face
Swerving lane to lane in a figure eight
On a long asphalt hill
We called it swagin'


We cruise through school buildings walk ways
Campus lights over our heads
Brightening the smooth brick paths
We traveled across
Sliding around cars, curving on to the sidewalks

We met at the top of the steepest street
Formed a circle, and revealed our deepest thoughts
In a bond we agree to keep the words we said to ourselves
No  holding back we pushed off the ground with our feet
no fear in our hearts
Our yells and laughs echoed through the midnight trees
we lit the empty street with our smiles
climbing the peak of a roller coaster
Time stood still as gravity took its toil

At the end of the hill, The boards calmed down
and the wheels rolled to a halt
My heart jumping out of my chest
Skin soaked of warm air
Tears in my eyes
I was victorious
Michael Chandler Dec 2012
As I stare under Marilyn Monroe's dress
I think about you my love
Raised on your Native American streets
Your skies were the only thing I knew
I see people of all kinds
And hope to meet more

At fourteen, I became strong enough
To travel through your towns
I learned how to survive in the slums
Where men gather in corners
They commit crimes as an act of survival
Their minds are possessed on treasures
Because their hands are filled with dirt

On this magnificent mile
I walk around tall castles of stone
Embracing the wind from the lake shore
I notice the outsiders
To them your an elaborate pier
Your the reflections on the Cloud Gate

You are none of these things
For you are the beautiful women that
Are raised under your urban lights
You are the sand on Oak street
You are a different pronunciation of the letter"A"
You are the skyline, not the expensive stores underneath it
You are the heavy cold air that pinches my face
Reminding me who you really are
You are not deep dish pizza

Don't you worry
My eyes are looking west
Where I heard dreams fly over palm trees
And the sidewalks are skies filled with stars
I will take a piece of your soul with me
And leave my heart under Canal street

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