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Loyalty is fleeting
Fragile to the touch
I’m scared of being
Trusted too much!

For I too am tempted
To seek new pasture
I’m not exempted
From greeding luster!

Old brew is fine
But thirsts this lip
To taste new wine
A forbidden sip!

So I ventured
As secretly willed
Tried adventure
On greener field!

But lo I returned
A hole in my heart
All fingers burned
Soul ripped apart!

Can’t hide from her
She knows it true
Healing my scar
Needs her old brew!
 Mar 2015 pen sive
LK
Her
 Mar 2015 pen sive
LK
Her
The ocean is my temptress.
She gestures toward the infinitely expanding space. 
Her pale blue eyes reflect the light and darkness of this world.
Both are carried by those that inhabit her
Along with those that dwell above.
She understands as much as the land -
The slightest actions over time can have the greatest impact.
For most, this thought is saddening. 
For Her and Him, eternity is ephemeral.

I am tethered to the earth.
I wish not to be released to the sky,
Something most perceive as the heavens.
Instead, I want to fall.
I want to be with Her.
My desire is to remain with her longer than forever.

Time and time again I try.
We are not made for each other, although meant to be.

Each time I dive in, I swallow her essence.
I hate this feeling, but find myself going with it
Just to have more of Her as a part of me.

I lust for her undertow to pull me ever so gently.

I suppose I must embrace the ultimate darkness
Just for a minute of awareness with my light.

The ocean is my temptress, and she gestures toward death.
I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.
i’m


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       place
When everything falls apart

time
age
health
wealth
glory
faith
belief

We hang barely
by a thread of love.
Poetry is like gusts of fresh air
Harbinger of the soul’s catharsis
Flowing emotions through the pen
Concealed pain written across the pages
Healing the pain which was long buried
 Jul 2014 pen sive
Shay
Best Friends
 Jul 2014 pen sive
Shay
Sixth grade summer we promised to never change,
Everyone kept saying we would drift apart,
But we refused to believe them,
It hit me right in the heart,
When I realized we'd lied,
I sat there thinking about the past,
And then I just cried.
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