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 Aug 2015 poet ninja
Cat Fiske
**** me,
or,

watch my paranoid body,
flip the **** out,

watch my insides eat at each other,
as they try to snack on the out,

Picture my arms really bleeding out,
filling the room,

both,
me and you,

drown,
in my shame and fear,

I wish for my life to end,
you wanting my charade to come full circle and stop,

and I'll stop.
give you a twitch,

death stare,
till I collapse into myself,

and cry,
and cry,

as my tears flow to the bottom,
because everyone knows,

bloods thicker than water,
and I hate my one reason to live,

you,
for not helping me die,

for not killing me,
and I scream at you,

like you know what to do,
when I don't either,

when all I did,
was try to live,

and nothing good,
has came from it,
this is over a year old, its about one of my friends, and how he described me to me *in text* and it made me cry that he felt that way, about me, then he had to start taking med due to a medication shortly after and they made him very unhappy and other things, I almost lost him and I wrote this in that class while getting all his messages, thinking I was going to lose him when he got home if I didn't do something, so I did and everything was fine. I cant believe I forgot I wrote this.
 Aug 2015 poet ninja
James Joyce
This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between kiss and kiss:
My hope and all my riches -- - yes! -- -
And all my happiness.

For there, as in some mossy nest
The wrens will divers treasures keep,
I laid those treasures I possessed
Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.
Shall we not be as wise as they
Though love live but a day?
Sleeping shuts the lights;
sleeping shuts the night.
Sleeping's when the all of me
suddenly takes
flight.

But dear, you came
and then and there
I wish to be
awake.

Your eyes, to trace;
your lips,
to take -
to always see
your face.
more over callherangela.tumblr.com
;
Rid us off
of all our
skin,
we are all
same
within

So tell me,
love,
why pick her face
over mine
*when I have loved
you for a far
longer
time?
more over callherangela.tumblr.com
 Aug 2015 poet ninja
Autece Soul
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
 Aug 2015 poet ninja
Jude kyrie
I need to write
you a love poem.
Not with
chocolates and roses.
But with firey passions
and intensity.

So intense you
Will need to sit down
as you read it.
So strong it burns
with passions you crave.
Causing your face to blush
In secret sinful thoughts.
Thoughts that slow
the time to a crawl
Before you will
share your bed
with me once more.

Words that tear
at your clothes
like an ardent lover.
Words that will
leave us as naked
as newborns.
Burning in fires
that are as
old as time itself.

You will be standing
at the edge
of a pit of flame
so dangerous we will
hold each other
in hard embrace.
So that we do not
fall into its
raging inferno.
I knoweth I'm in love;
Whenever mine Reyna's gone, mine thought's of her never end
I knoweth I'm in love;
When mine queen start's crying, mine soul feeleth as dying death
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I goeth to sayest one word, and mine rose completeth it
I knoweth I'm in love;
Mine eye's art shut, picturing mine lass on the side of mine waist
I knoweth I'm in love;
When it's her eye's I seeketh to look into, to tasteth her taste
I knoweth im in love;
We sing to eachother, turneth on one another, Melodie's in peace
I knoweth I'm in love;
I'll waiteth a thousand, million, billion, quadrillion, forever
I knoweth I'm in love;
She maketh me smile, laugh, happy, dance, do thing's I don't do
I knoweth I'm in love;
She's inspiring, always reminding me, of an amour so true
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I breathe, tis her breathe, every second is best, with her
I knoweth I'm in love;
With her I'm in heaven, the world I do forget, chariot of celestial's
I knoweth I'm in love;
The star's rest on her back, the moon her head, the sun her lip's
I knoweth I'm in love;
She attract's me in all way's, tis she's mine night and day, light
I knoweth I'm in love;
We art one spirit, one abode, one all, one at home
I knoweth im in love;
She alway's forgiveth me, as tis, I alway's forgiveth her
I knoweth were in love;
When she sayest back, " I loveth thee most, I sayest " ME MORE".

I knoweth I'm in love..........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
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