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 Feb 2013 Michelle Nyamekye
Chuck
Don't dread the day
Don't lament lost love
Valentines is not special!
Ask The Lord above

Love is 365 days a year
One day is not for love
I celebrate love all year
Shove the candy and flowers

If you are especially sad
Don't be upset on this day
So, your love life is bad
A card won't make it go away

It is just another day
If you have love, great
If you are a lonely one
You have 365 days to date!


Not a special day!!!!
Between stolen kisses
The hits and misses
We create ourselves
this distorted image of what we
deserve
This façade to aid our acceptance
this thing we use to find any remanence
Of self confidence that has been ripped away
leaving our self importance at bay
Our own distortion of inner meaning
unable to see
what
and
who
we deserve
The nerve
Of ourselves saying we don't deserve
the best
and that we deserve everything less
than the most
it's not fair, how
being imperfect
makes you believe you're some how defective
and its not fair
that
when we get caught in a place with dont belong
with someone we don't belong
with
The only possible reasoning being
that
We accept the love we think we deserve
but you deserve the best
So accept it.
Growing purple blooms,
Different shades of colours,
Each one-beautiful!

*~Marian~
And you lay down your armor,
your shield,
sword,
stripped of assurance,
debriefed of all promises of security,
killing all chance of defense;
offense:

And you lay down your amour,
your loyalty,
promises,
giving unconditional passion,
killing all chance of betrayal;
keeping all chance of pure bliss.
It is all defined
With our fingers entwined,
Our feet aligned,
When out soft brown eyes
Methodize.
My head is foggy and mesmerized.
Your smile enraptures me,
I hold my breath and count to three,
I start to restrain, then disagree.
I let go of all my doubt,
This is all my thoughts revolve about,
The body urge to belt it out.
So what is this,
If not bliss?
This sweet felicity of your kiss….
It is all defined
With our fingers entwined,
Our feet aligned,
When out soft brown eyes
Methodize.
My head is foggy and mesmerized.
Your smile enraptures me,
I hold my breath and count to three,
I start to restrain, then disagree.
I let go of all my doubt,
This is all my thoughts revolve about,
The body urge to belt it out.
So what is this,
If not bliss?
This sweet felicity of your kiss….
I wander
Faces fade as soon as I pass
A shadow
A faint memory of the girl with the frown
The unanswered question
Who is she
No one knows
Places blur together forming a cloud in my head
No place to call home
The road
The only constant thing in my life
Every turn I make leads to another mistake
Are there any paths
To lead me in the right direction
No it's always my choice
Even the desision to be free was my choice
No guidelines just the empty Page
Can i form my own Pattern
Do I fit any where
Lone
Can I call anywhere home if I fit nowhere
Where do I fit
Originality is dead
Everything that can be done
Has been done
And creativity is a joke
Because the words he writes
Have been said a hundred times in a hundred different ways
Better or worse, its the same
And that sameness is suffocating
For an individual is the highest from of life
And the mob has overwhelmed him
To the point where he can't see why
He should bother fighting for his life
 Feb 2013 Michelle Nyamekye
Julia
She fell in love with
the curtain he hung up
around himself;
with the gloss of
woven power.
She became deeply
infatuated with
the slippery silk
hunger of the facade,
obsessing over the
little lustful
beads.
Inspired by a conversation with my friend Will.
http://hellopoetry.com/-william-james-crowell/
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