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Poetry isn't about rhyming words....
Its all about rhyming emotions
 Jun 2014 PeatrJay
Heliza Rose
You know you are in love
when you meet the one that will make your heart speak in a language you won't understand
 Jun 2014 PeatrJay
Alyanne Cooper
Come,
Dance with me
Under stars
That have died
Thousands of years ago.

Come,
Sing with me
And let us raise voices
On winds that travel nowhere
And touch no one.

Come,
Eat with me
The food left moldy and rotten
By those who came afore us
On the table just out of our reach.

Come,
Lie with me
On a bed of sweat-soaked sheets
In a room rank with pleasure
Others shared.

Come
With me now
And see the life you were meant to have
But were too busy
With all your anxiety
And technology
And pharmacology
And ethology
And ideology
And erotology
To live.

Come,
See the life you were
Just late for.
 Jun 2014 PeatrJay
K Prospect
We're wired in a
profound way
for battles
against monsters
and misperception.
The value of chaos
and the value of
the unscripted
is false.

It's the mysterious,
the young,
and the possible
who incur wonder.
Let them project
and expand.

All it takes is time.
 Jun 2014 PeatrJay
K Prospect
Sometimes I thirst
So intensely for something
Which I cannot identify
That I
Drink glasses
Of ice water
Until the feeling of nausea
Takes over
And I
Forget my illusive thirst.
And though
It isn't for water that I thirst,
I am unable to name that
For which
I do thirst
And am therefore
Forced to quench
The only thirst I know.
 Jun 2014 PeatrJay
Heliza Rose
The only perfect thing in this world
Is its constant imperfections
 Jun 2014 PeatrJay
Heliza Rose
When your heart is beating
Your brain is retreating
for when you are in love
There is no sense above
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