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 Apr 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Emily
I'm not sure how many poems I'm going to write about him, or how many songs I'm going to dedicate to him, or how many hours I'm going to spend thinking of him, before I fall in love with him. But that is one day I am looking forward too.
What we have doesn't mean anything

and if it ever does, it means nothing

And that's actually a good thing

If there isn't any complicated feelings
I looked up friend so I could better understand....
All they said lead me to pain....
I Began with looking for "A person other than a family member, spouse or lover whose company one enjoys and towards whom one feels affection"....
I came home with beer and a fish.....
I thought the next option was it for sure...
But it read..."A boyfriend or girlfriend"......
I called her up.... She said stay off the internet....
Well I guess it cant be wrong all the time... I read on....
Finally it said..."A person with whom one is vaguely or indirectly acquainted" .....
That was easy to do I barely know anyone since you...
That just made me sad.....
I read the final description... Oh finally a glimmer of hope...
This one would be easy to find....
It once again read..."A person who backs or supports something".....
I back and support the option of not using Wikipedia to find what your heart misses most.....
I closed my computer... Drank a beer.... missed you...
And watched my fish......
Just a new attempt at something.... Dont know it is after all easier to write than explain.....
Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere
a missile that was sent eons ago,
Breaks straight through my window
and forces its poison into my bloodstream.
O' did I saw that coming?
I swear I didn't. I pretend all day and night
that less do I know what pain feels like.
Bullets- they decorate themselves
near the skip in my steps,
the high melody in my voice.
They suddenly choke my windpipe,
with all the lies ever known in one life time.

I’m dead but somehow still alive.
If you ever get an invitation
from this reckless mind of mine,
don’t even dare think about it.
You won’t be able to swallow
even a pocketful of sunshine
in my voracious war zone.

You see, I’m not bullet proof.
I dive deep into my nasty void,
Call my own name
Over and over again
to safe myself at night.
The muscles in my body screams,
While trying to squeeze all the stars
in the universe into each of my broken cells.

                                                                       It hurts.
                                                        It hurts when you are not bullet proof.
You call me your Cinderella because of my past
Well you should know that fairy tales don't last
I thought you were my prince but little did I know
That you were just putting on a show
You called me your angel because of my "beautiful" face
But now I realize that I  was just your charity case
Well don't worry about your little princess
I'm no longer the damsel in distress
And now I  know the word love was created for a fairytale that don't live in.
"My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time."

---

You're a haunt.
With soft cold fingers,
you touch so tender
the inner-workings
of my thoughts.
Sending shivers through
all my memories;
like my heart,
I love you with my mind.
 Apr 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Mike Essig
I miss your voice,
I have never heard;
I miss your eyes,
I have never kissed;
I miss your warmth,
I have never felt;
I miss your body,
I have never touched.

How did this happen;
how is it even possible?

I used to be safe
within my old self,
comfortable, certain
that I'd seen It all.

Now I miss what I've
never known.

As long as I draw breath,
always more surprises.

Life never fails to grin
in my general direction.

Thanks life; back at you.
Hmm...
 Apr 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Bree Anna
Remember that day
That my heart broke?
I asked about her, and you began to choke
You held me close, you kissed my cheek
You told me it was a big conspiracy

I believed you at first
Yes, I was blind
I didn’t want to believe
You had lied

When I found out the truth,
I wanted to slap you in the head
at that very moment
I wished I was dead

Maybe I am just not enough

but the truth is I did nothing wrong
I was the best I could be all along
if you want to cheat on someone,
then go ahead and see
you will end up alone
losing me
I deserve the best
she’ll break your heart
she’ll do to you
karma’s part

but let me ask
was she worth breaking my heart?
The pain and regret from the very start?
You told her you loved her
I thought you loved me?
One day I know
that you WILL see
Revisions and constructive criticism please!
I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing
It must have the same effects as walking on the moon
It must trend faster than a meteor as it  hurdles through cyber space

I refused to love any man, who dislikes my poetry,
My man must support my passion ..
not only the warmth of my body
but the passion within this poetess, my secretive mind he must be able to balance:
Without wondering why a woman like me is so naturally secretive
I am always embracing the dark side of my creativity
Dropping little hints here and there throughout the years,

Sidney   J. Harris once said something that left pondering thoughts
He said “When he hears somebody sighs,
'Life is hard,' he’s always tempted to ask them, 'Compared to what?'
I would simply say dog-gone it: Compared to struggling poets whose tries to make a living as a writer

While an upcoming rapper like Chief Keef
signed a several-million dollar deal
with offending lyrics in today music industries:

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing,
With lots of intense emotion bursting through each line:
Because a poem can’t exist without a poet's multiple voices
and most of all his divine missions
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