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I have so much love to give
So much love to give
I don't want to live
If I can't find my lover
My significant other

This heart is going to waste
And replaced with an awful taste
I know I had my chance
I wasn't even looking to get in her pants

I tried so hard
Even put down my guard
And before I knew it we were done
I thought she was the one

At first I didn't think it was real
I didn't even know how to feel
Year after year I can't heal

Now I know why
She didn't even try
Thinking she loved me

It took to long till' I could see
Blinded by my painful tears
Introduced to my fears

She was just too immature
Couldn't even tell I truly loved her
But that's all over and it's in the past
Just another ***** off my chest at last

I've been on the search since birth
Is my angle on another earth?
If she is, I beg God to bring me to her
Give me wings so that I can fly
If not, it wont be the first time I cry

To not have the girl of my dreams
Maybe she can hear my screams
She doesn't even know I exist
But I know once in a dream we kissed

I'm sick of my heart being a game
I just need to know her name
But I guess that's not how it works

Some things don't come easily
That's one thing you need to understand
So be a little patient and don't demand

I think sometimes that she thinks of me
It's a pretty life I wish we could be
Everyday I pray for it to come true
To be alone in this world with you

I just need to that one to kiss and hold
Before my heart turns bitter and cold

So find me and I'll find you
Kiss me and I'll kiss you
Love me and I'll love you
Cause that's all I need
Let my heart be freed
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 Jan 2012 MN
BT Sanders
Dreary days begin dreadful nights,
Of racing thoughts and shadowed lights,
And in the dark I yearn to find,
The culprit of my sleepless mind.

Days of waste through empty glasses,
Clogs my thoughts like thick molasses,
Digging deep in desperation,
Hoping to find sweet elation.

Her eyes, sublime, appear to me,
Glaring topaz, of tropic sea,
Wanton vulnerability,
Gives way to insecurity.

Eyes lock in harmonious gaze,
My will is strong, I do not phase,
Reposing calm comes over me,
Wishing for all eternity.

Her smile warms a cold, broken soul,
I’ve walked the path, I’ve paid the toll,
Shown the truth, however painful,
For this, I am ever grateful.

A sleeping mind consumed with love,
Sings the song of the mourning dove.
A rising sun rips through gray skies,
From my bed I shall soon arise.
 Dec 2011 MN
Shelby Lynn
The truest love is that of an innocent heart
Now I'm older and not so pure.
It makes me sad, but we all get smart
Now I'm older and not so sure...

As time goes by I wonder if I'll love again
Now I'm older and I fear the feeling.
I see these boys and girls and men...
Now I'm older and I know I'm healing.

A glance here, a touch there, and a spark of passion
Now I'm older and I enjoy the rush.
A kiss, a hand, a leg in bitter fashion
Now I'm older and called a lush...

But are they right? 'Cause I think not
Now I'm older and know the world
But I'm still young if you forgot...
Now I'm older and still too wild.

Tame me; I dare you.
i'm older, but still a child.
 Dec 2011 MN
anthony Veve
My LoVe
 Dec 2011 MN
anthony Veve
Blood dripped down the nape of her neck
Shed tears of ***** nightmares
Screams of love draped in fears
Saw her from across the room
Blew my brains out in a thundering boom
Not going to die for a lack of respect
Say, say,say and you walk away
Play,play, play but you run away
Swear to me in exiled pleasure
No,No you cant stand
Lie there  and receive everything
Its the same as if i fell asleep
Just **** it and climb aboard
Wax drips softly to reassure
Burnt the candle at both ends
Bleeding and screaming it all depends
Mood swings fly like a dying birds feathers
Intricate minds of flowing others
Sought life in empty passion
Lost sight in early admission
Strife light of pendulum nooses
 Dec 2011 MN
Bret Desrochers
Sloot
 Dec 2011 MN
Bret Desrochers
Not gonna lie it's pretty sad
When you forget everything we had
I don't know if you'll ever be found
Which sends me straight to the ground

Don't keep wishing, hell upon me
When all you do is destroy me
It's too late for that
I'm more then just another stat

Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you, I mean ****
Our hands, never fit

I shed my anger and rage
Decide to turn a new page
Hopefully our paths never cross
If it comes to words, I'm at a loss

Guys come and go with you
Always knowing what to do
Stick around so the can *******
Cause well..

Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you I meant ****
Explains why our hands never fit

Ooo Ooo Ooo

Just another ******* sloot

Ooo Ooo Ooo

Who doesn't give a hoot
Copyright; Bret Desrochers

This is about sloots at my school and in my life who have played me like a violin.
 Dec 2011 MN
Nolan Davis
Quickie
 Dec 2011 MN
Nolan Davis
An expression of self is all I can do.
As the viewer, it is up to you.
You can either read what I say.
Or you can let my words fade away.

Either way, I'll continue to write.
Tweak with wordplay until it's right.
Although you were once my biggest fan.
I guess your interests changed with your plan.

I'll figure it out one day, and then I'll know.
That this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
But I'll still be here, writing alone.
So go ahead, leave your message at the tone.
 Dec 2011 MN
Chelsea Eldridge
There is magic in these delicate little beginnings
where half the challenge is reaping the winnings.
Perhaps the choice is not half bad and the troubled waters ahead are nothing to fret about.
I've been thinking of a time when things were so simple; the lapses in time when your body and mine filled the empty space;
this is what carefree moments must resemble..

"What do you mean I'm using you?"
We are all users of something and living is never nothing.

Our conversations always so shallow,
the surface disturbed; everything underneath left hallow.
Your little gestures, gracious and fair.
left behind trailing whispers: "Don't worry. I'm here. I care."
My eyes took in every passing glance,
My feet frolicked through the shrouding wisp
Chasing seductive whistles, gone and past.
You..
I..
We didn't dare the distance over mountaintops caked in snow.
Then came Spring; she bested the seasons when she dressed the naked trees again
Nurtured fertile seeds
Singing mother's lullaby: "Grow, children, grow!"

I couldn't see the face of reason
just receding numbers,
counting down the steps we danced to.
The tune sickened me;
my breath grew short;
my hands did tremble.
The tears were warm but your eyes were not!
"These are not the moments we resemble!"
Was it wrong to tell you those words when things felt rehearsed?
My head to your chest, your heartbeat against my cheek..
The chorus of your voice, cordially versed..
The sight of the slight curve sculpted perfectly with tender lips,
creating a smirk that melted every part of me, from feet to fingertips.
These little junctures in time never come that simple.
We carry on living, but this is the moment I resemble!

"What time is the right one and why and when and how is it ever wrong?"

"In truth, and truth is the sad tune of a song, life always goes on."

I'm sick from misplaced words and those you chose to make your fist;
the impact I felt and the resentment that grew from this;
the regret we've both worn and exchanged through a kiss..

"Words aren't always everything but they can take so much!
They've withered my heart and defiled your touch!"

But those little moments were so simple
When we could bask in the company of each other
and time danced on without disturbing two happy lovers.

These delicate parts I remember them clear,
they've become the memories I hold dear,
Thinking of you now my heart does tremble;
Murmuring a secret for no one to hear:
"These are the moments we resemble."
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