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I never look at the title;
no time for that.
I just jump right in,
even if I don’t know
what I’m reading.
 Jan 2015 Sam Ciel
Eli Smith
They've told me that this is just an illusion
Reality is a bitter conformist
That I am seeing love for the first time through drunken eyes
That this cannot be real…
Maybe...maybe they're right
but I would like to think that this is reality for just one moment
Maybe I could will it to be true
Because love has never tasted so sweet,
His voice seeps honey
His hands, so gentle
His heart so pure
His love, so passionate
We are Yin and Yang
He is everything pure and innocent and righteous
And I am everything dark, and strong, and brave.
We are polar opposites but exactly the same,
Words are pointless when silence can fill the empty holes in your heart.
He makes me forget my compulsive need to fill the silence.
He knows how I eat, how I sleep, how I wake up in the morning.
He understands every laugh, every faked smile, every tear.
We understand that he will never be perfect,
but neither will I.
He is my other half,
needing me as much as I need him.
Without him, my chest tightens
my heart sinks,
my blood boils,
my body aches.
But with him, I don't feel butterflies
Tornadoes rip through my stomach
But I feel completely at ease
I swear we fell in love just for the juxtaposition
His touch is electric
So welcoming...so warm
They tell me that he is poison
That he will corrupt me
That he’s evil
Bipolar
They tell me that I am foolish
That we cannot love each other
But he sings sweet melodies into my heart.
I will not let myself forget how it feels to be in love through drunken eyes,
I will force myself to remember.
 Jan 2015 Sam Ciel
The Noose
Some are born balanced
On a precipice and remain
Tethered for the rest of their days
Overlooking barely there
Mental images
Fragments of a lucid dream
Of a conjured up past life
Once etched on skin
But no longer there
They speak of
Violent reinvention
And escape
While the hollow speaks
And catapults into spaces
Better left unknown

Psyches wrapped in denial
Running the gamut of habitual sins
Perpetuating legacies of pain
With hands that carry
The burdens of forefathers
Tiptoeing
In the twilight of dreams
Willing for the heavens
To send a spring that blooms

Hearts whose pounding
Reverberates endlessly
inside of ears
Eyes that get darker as they close
Meet with ours
A look
A sigh
Ascertaining a mutual recognition
Of the familiar
Shadows that plague.
 Jan 2015 Sam Ciel
Pdub
We are all either living
Or dying
We simply are
We exist
And love
And grieve
And feel
A power within
Evermore

We are all either living
Or dying
But we cannot choose a side
There is no way to determine
When one has truly lived
Or when one has truly died
For everyone who thinks they have lost, they have not. Nothing can be lost, no spirit forgotten.
 Jan 2015 Sam Ciel
randoughs

With eyes as pure as water
And hair as red as the sweet sunset
With a figure like that
Do you not see my heart beguiled

Do not bestow then, your gaze upon my tired eyes
Do not speak to me, in a voice as dainty as flowers
Do not dance around me in so charming a fashion
And do not say nice words

Unless you are willing to receive my passionate and unconditional love
Stop breaking my heart

 Jan 2015 Sam Ciel
Ariel Taverner
All these lemons
But my lemonade stil tastes like ****
Sowz
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