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Oct 2014 Zombee

Nicole Ann Sandoval

The best love story is the one between the chain smoker and the asthmatic.
For if he hadn't changed for her, She'd have died for him.
Their Love ran through their veins.
So they saw past each others skin.
And it was seemingly fantastic
the love story
between the Chain Smoker and the Asthmatic.
She was perfect in his hazy eyes
And She Loved Him like crazy.
This left them only partially sane.
As their burning love ran through their veins.
He loved her to Death.
And so she loved him back to life
Their Love still flowed through their veins even after they used a knife.
All they bled was their blood.
And soon were both embalmed with only Love.
They killed each other softly but died swiftly
One went Below
And one above.
Not one smoke or earthly temptation.
Not even Death's dreadful separation
Could **** their undying love.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn

Oct 2014 Zombee

Backwards little place

Oct 2014 Zombee

Nicole Ann Sandoval

Backwards little place

The loudest thing I've heard is silence .

And Weakness is the strongest thing I've felt.

the only person to touch my heart had burning finger tips and made it

m
      e
l
t.

My best kiss wasn't on the lips but the forehead.

It wasn't seducing but romantic instead.

I know My world's a little backwards.

I know only, what I'm running away from.

And not what I'm running towards.

Maybe we'll meet there in a backwards little place.

then I can finally tell you face to face.

And say what I need to say.

But for now this will have to do.

This is it.

Darling,

I'm still In love with you

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn

Sep 2014 Zombee

Carnal Cravings

Sep 2014 Zombee

LS

Carnal Cravings

I'm still so
Lost
Inside my
Emotions

I don't even know
What to feel anymore

If I'm being honest
I think my
***** is outweighing
My heart or head.

Sep 2014 Zombee

I'm Studying Real Poets

Sep 2014 Zombee

C S Cizek

I'm Studying Real Poets

I'm studying real poets.

Shelley, Sandburg,
Frost, and Wordsworth.
Coleridge, Blake,
and William Butler Yeats.

Do you know why they're
considered real poets?

Because they made art,
not hashtag trends.
Wrote from Experience
with black quill pens.
Sure, they got high,
but wrote on instinct.
And The Road Not Taken doesn't
mean what you think.
They wrote about about life
and the world that they heard,
not ******* in the margins
of Microsoft Word.

This was the first rhyming poem I've written in two years. I thoroughly enjoy tearing into the people whose "poetry" trends just because it's about a boy not loving them back. *******.