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Jun 2015 Paula Lee

Poetic T

The day is near when your happiness will burn,
Engulfed it will turn it black, not as before never
Will it grow back. As the days move on sorrow
Replaces that now in black.

Your joy will be ashes in your hands, blown in to
The wind, it was never yours to give, now no others
Will benefit, as the winds have hidden it changing
Every moment never to let you get it back.

Love was the last, the hardest to take, but under
Foot buried in lava, over time melting the feeling
That once resided, now after time the heart is weak,
And love has left this ash filled heart it as suffocated,
Not a breath of love flowed back.

Jun 2015 Paula Lee

Never Broken Child

Jun 2015 Paula Lee

Poetic T

Never Broken Child

My child is neither broken nor stupid in any way,
What you take for anger is their way to vent frustration
At that which escapes them on any given day.

My child is my baby I don't care what you think or say,
Having kind words spoken instead of a scream or shout.
It,s better for there understanding than words not shouted
Out, but explained for them to so they understand what
The question, explanation is all about.

My child may be not your child but never call them broken
Or stupid, know that my child will learn, but in a different
Way from which you were taught.

#words #kind #child #difficulties

Jun 2015 Paula Lee

Morning Pleasure

Jun 2015 Paula Lee

Poetic T

Morning Pleasure

Wake up pleasured, I feel it as you lick my
Stiffness awoken from sleep,
"ARRR,
Your tongue feels rough, but I like it woken
Pleasured from my sleep.

I open my eyes turn my head to the side
There you are still asleep, panic on a face,
As what is under the sheets still pleasuring
Me more, just one more minute, NO....

Under the sheets I do look woken by pleasure
But not any more.

There are two *****'s I see as I look under the
Sheets, one shaved, one hairy and its the hairy
One licking while looking at me.

I am pleasured, but animal style, this cat is out
The door. Violated am I, never to tell the woman
I love, that another ***** has pleasured me nearly
Releasing the milk that would have made it purr.

#cat #panic #pleasure #rude #hairy #moan #shaven

May 2015 Paula Lee

a cross of wood

May 2015 Paula Lee

ajit peter

a cross of wood

A cross of wood

Tis the carpenters son on a cross of wood
To slay him the soldiers in hood
tis day in calvary stood
blood of lamb shed for good

Tis the King born in a manger
Yet to none a stranger
time he cried for water
yet to get bitter vinegar

Tis the son of Almighty in heaven
Times in the cross he cried seven
For Our dues he made even
A Prayer for his foes to be forgiven

Tis the son of God crowned with thorn
For our sins his flesh torn
For tis the pupose he was born
Darkness to end in a joyous morn

#good #cross #friday #easter

May 2015 Paula Lee

ode to a poet

May 2015 Paula Lee

ajit peter

ode to a poet

A poets heart dead
Words uttered dread
A soul walking aimless
Seeking solace blameless
Yet the dream return
As a movie rerun
Who doth he fool
Tears where a tool
Cold his heart cannot be
Yet none doth see
A lifeless beast of passion
Not committed to treason
Yet the poet killed
Worldly lustre filled
For a poets heart submit to one
His words still dead and gone
Yet rhyme will he
Till the grave to be

May 2015 Paula Lee

Hand Sanitizer

May 2015 Paula Lee

Cat Fiske

Hand Sanitizer

the sparkles in the hand sanitizer she uses,
is as sparkly and blue as her eyes,
and like her soul was made of the stuff,
she longed to be contained in its bottle,
being told when she could help the wounds from getting anymore worse,

she wanted to feel like she could prevent the sickness that filled her mind,
in anyone else's,
she wanted to save everyone from hurting too bad,
but the eyes that sparkled blue,
hid her tears behind black liner,
hoping the redness would surpass,

just never getting anything you deserve,
and feeling less than seeing nothing but the blackness of close eyes,
like close hearts of those who shut her out,
she just wants to feel more,
and everyone else to feel the same,

*why I loved her cleansing eyes,
and every thought in her smart beautiful mind,

Love poem

#love #girl #eyes #beauty #blue #blueeyes #hand #pretty #clean #handsanitizer