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 Jan 2015 Nick Strong
Tongues
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You can't squeeze water from a rock
Even a whetting stone
Your velvet fist, caressing me
Crushing me with iron softness
 Jan 2015 Nick Strong
nivek
its time to pluck that dog!
the vicious brute!
that one not only bit me,
it has chewed on me all day!
Glistening frost and all that ****,
the Winters wind chews at the bit.
Christmas songs surfing the waves,
as he slowly fades away.
Lost upon a Winters day.

The shadows and the cold outside,
the sorrows that he tries to hide.
The liquor,
drowning all the hope.
Just another way to cope.

And people pass,
along their way.
A man lies cold upon the ground.
Lost upon a Winters day,
how long now before he's found?
How long now before we're found?
 Jan 2015 Nick Strong
Eudora
If there is a song...
Composed and written with...

Melodies of warmth
Rhythms of kisses
Verses of affection
Bridges of romance
A chorus of caresses
To the tune of passion

I would sing it for you every day and every night
till my very last breath..
Inspired by an angel sent down from heaven..
 Nov 2014 Nick Strong
Madison
There comes a day in your life where you meet someone special…
You try so hard not to admit it but you just can’t hold back the way you feel…
I like you.
You get all those feelings…
Those butterflies you can’t stomach,
That heart rate you can’t put at ease,
So baby …
Sweetheart with the beautiful smile. Sure, I loved sleep
But dreams couldn't compare
Not to talking to you until my mind screamed for rest
And the butterflies in my stomach settled
Darling with the endless amount of love…
your love could fill the oceans and climb the tallest trees,
but could your love belong to me someday?
Be given to me?
Can you feel the way I do for you?
& Boy, sometimes I tangle my own fingers
Closing my eyes, losing myself in a daydream
Where your voice is more than an echo in my mind
And I even believe for a few seconds you're still here
Lover, who writes me poems,
You should know I write you too.
I write about you until my fingers ache
And still after that I keep writing
Because there's just some people you could write about forever
And baby, you're one of them.
And boy who played me a song,
Sweet sounds bow down to my ears,
And the way you play your guitar…
& the way I daydream about kissing your lips...
I can’t wait until the sparks of your tongue burn my mouth
send electric shocks through my body
Cutie… with the funny jokes,
You make me laugh.
Today you made me laugh,
like you always do,
you’re the only one who can now a days.
Baby, with those sparkling eyes,
Your eyes haunt me whether I'm dreaming or not
And what haunts me more is the fact that
I can’t have you now
because you ruined it
It hurts to think about it,
So I have to block you out.
Play your songs to someone else,
Read your silly lines of heartache to someone else,
And go find… someone else.
Just tell them
your poetry
is now for
someone else.
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