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 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Mark Lecuona
I have one last dream to die for
But that is for my soul to decide
My eyes can no longer see light
I’m no longer in over my head
I’m beneath the life I once knew

As for someone kneeling on Sunday
Or a Rasta pushing a baby carriage
Can you imagine being judged?
I can only plead my case
I will know very soon what is true

Closer to the fire
Don't burn me before he decides
I want to know if he really means it
When he says I am the light

I have actually found God
While all you can do is believe
And it seems he knows everything
There is nothing I can say
My prayers are all I can point to

I want a tombstone with my name
My children can bring me flowers
Maybe they can save me
From the fire that is burning close
To the heart that sinned for you

Closer to the fire
Don't burn me before he decides
I want to know if he really means it
When he says I am the light
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Wordfreak
It's strange, how after all this time...
You still make me want to strike a match,
Watch the entire world burn,
And salt the ground so that nothing grows.
Erase every memory of us,
Good and bad.
Angry? Me?
I guess you could say that.
Maybe you shouldn't have taken advantage of me.
A wolf with a good heart is still a wolf.
I still have a hard time letting go of the past. I don't forgive easily. And I'm not sure I will until she experiences what she put me through.
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
shåi
there is a beast
that lies in a poet

it ***** the emotion
out of me
its face i can hardly see

pain was its great feat

i am his for the taking
love, he had been making

but was it really love?

the beast made me blind
to the pain i cant find
a tragic bind

the beast
renders me lost
afraid and broken
however,
love from it
was something i always sought

(b.d.s.)
thanks for the reception on my last poem!!
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Isabelle
I can tell you all my secrets
I can love and make love to you
I can boldly call you mine
All this I can do, only in poetry
Reality in poetry. All the things I wanted to tell you, my outlet of emotions. What do I do without you..
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
James M Vines
Water is added to a ***, just as ideologies are added to a society. Heat is applied and numerous ingridents are added to the ***. In a similar way people are mixed together and sometimes have heated disagreements. The content of the *** will boil, just like opinions and tempers among diverse people in the same society, but the boiling of the water and ingridents blends the essences of each individual thing. Then it cools off a bit, and it creates a soup with a rather unique flavor. Wouldn't it be wonderful if people could be more like soup?
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
eF
Handle.
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
eF
Tears getting soaked in my beard,
From constant questions and fears.
Do I leave or do I stay?
No pro's and cons to outweigh,
The love I feel for her everyday.

When I try to grab the door,
I can't seem to get a handle.
My emotions run deep,
On my words I trample.
Face feels warm,
As if lit by a candle.
Falling to weak knees,
Feeling dismantled.


Feeling lost,
Feeling hopeless.

Breathing in air,
But, still choking.
On my words,
I'm sorry...
You can feel it,
In my heartbeat.

You can see it in my eyes.

The eyes that would never cry.
Are now the same eyes,
That *
never dry...
I feel like I've cried more the past few months than I have my total existence.
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Keith Wilson
Sleeping is often
A restless chore
Something to be endured

10  Words

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2017.
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