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 Feb 2015 Stoney
jay may
I can't help but be emerged in the feelings around me
So I Sulk in the deapths of dispare 
 disengaged in the lack of communication
That my mouth trembles at the thought of you traveling near
So focused on the things that could be instead of pursuing what's already here
Lost in the thought of you alone
Wondering if I will ever meet you there
 Feb 2015 Stoney
SøułSurvivør
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Some people are diamonds
Some people are stones
Some people are skulls
and some just bones

Some people are spiders
Some are flies
Some are snakes who
Hypnotize

Some people are roads
And some are ruts
Some people are vinyl
Who stick to your ****

Some people are weeds
Some are heather
Some people are just plain
nasty weather!

But you? You're special.
One of a kind
I love your poetry
Love your mind

There are many metaphors
Yes It's true.
But only one poetfriend...

... and that would be YOU!


SoulSurvivor
2/7/2015
Actually this is for ALL my friends
here. You're my superheros!
 Feb 2015 Stoney
Ogden Nash
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.
 Feb 2015 Stoney
Kristen
Confessions don't really matter
- why?
For I am just a cloud of elements
That happened to fall together
I am, the vast majority of me,
just empty space.
And yet I claim to have a Soul
and I have the Audacity
To give that soul a Name
and call it as though it Means Something
And I claim to have a Mind
and I have the Audacity
To act as though it Matters.

My words mean Nothing,
In the grand scheme of things.
So my confessions Shouldn't matter.

And yet... I speak--
 Feb 2015 Stoney
Chaos
Easier
 Feb 2015 Stoney
Chaos
Sometimes
It's just easier to pretend
I'm okay
Than to explain why I'm not...
 Feb 2015 Stoney
Maddie Renee
I can twist and spit insults with fevers of 105.
I've got sick skills...... (See what I did there)
They flowed easy the tears of her
In her core was a kindness’ river
With a heart of gold a love too pure
Her bags were full with pains to endure!

Married at teen and a widow too soon
Her youth dark dimmed an eclipsed moon
Dragged to abyss and feasted upon
Bereft a blood she could call her own!

A wonder her life though ravaged much
Growing not hard she broke to the touch
Would come to grief at others’ pain
Her cheeks overflowing in sobbing rain!

As a child I felt at a time now far
On one short span spent with her
When my innocence could easily tell
Neath her frame was an earthly angel!

Wasn’t a beggar returned from door
A stray unfed to die on the road
She was there with a saving aid
Her own life though was left unpaid!

As I write this rebel locked tears
Break floodgates of long lost years
Reveals from the mist a haloed face
Of an angel of love and godly grace!
i.
let me entice you to darker pleasures,
let me ****** you with sashaying hips.
and well placed caress.
ii.
flirtation is an awful habit of mine,
but I don't think you mind.
iii.
darling, you're a goner and I've barely begun.
habits
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