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 Jul 2015 rose14195
susan
i look for you
     always

     i’ll catch a flash of you
in the dark shadows
of a smokey bar
     or hear the scuff of your boot
on the beer soaked floor
     or the glimpse of black leather
as a door slowly closes

     i smell the aroma of you
while entering a book store
following it towards
the mysteries and horror
only to have the scent fade
somewhere between self help
and biographies


     i feel you
next to me in bed at night
spellbound by the very thought of you
aching to hold you
then saddened by the fact
that your side of the bed is empty

you've left me, i know
   and foolish, i may be
but it gives me comfort
   knowing you can arouse my senses
just by imagining you're still around.
 Jul 2015 rose14195
Just Melz
The air surrounding me
Is weighing me down
The tears slowly falling
Are enough to make me drown
The voice of reason is silent
I can't seem to make a sound
My subconscious is violent
I'm not sure if I should be found
My heart breaks for those whom can not see what time it is.
For you are at the door knocking, asking to come on in now.
You are pleading with us all including me, to stand up.
To allow you to use us to reach out to a dying world.
I fail at times to allow you to use me as well O Saving One.
The time is now to stand up and be used by you to reach out.
To reveal you the Living Savior to this here lost world.
We are all called by you every day to be use by you God.
Sometimes we allow you to use us and sometime we do not allow you.
 Jul 2015 rose14195
Riot
I could quit if I wanted to
But I don't
 Jul 2015 rose14195
Riot
Untitled
 Jul 2015 rose14195
Riot
i chose to be happy
not to hear you clap for me
but to love without fear of the world
i chose to let many things go
and to let little things go without appreciation
because this isn't a time when we need to let good acts slide
 Jun 2015 rose14195
caroline
day 3
 Jun 2015 rose14195
caroline
id like to believe
that when i come home
ill be coming home to you
 Jun 2015 rose14195
niamh
My pen exists
Between heaven and hell
And feels the pull of both.
Swinging like an undecided compass,
I never know what mood
Will govern it.
Which polar end will win today?
It taps the page like a metronome
And I wait with bated breath.
My writing used to mean something.
I promise.
But now I try to write
and then the keyboard is wet
and my eyes are burning
and the words don't come out right
I swear it used to mean something
but I don't know how to be eloquent
and I've forgotten how to articulate
and why
*why can't I find the same meaning?
sorry sorry sorry sorry
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