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Time never warned us
of the wounds it couldn't mend;
how strangers at the beginning
became strangers at the end.
 Oct 2018 S Smoothie
Pagan Paul
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Like a watermark through crisp white vellum
a face appears through the veil of dreams,
to colour wash away a montage of image
and decorate a mosaic of sleep dust seams.

As halcyon lakes waterfall into prism nebulae
and the courtesan face evades its emotions,
inevitably slipping between the chasms of space
like golden dolphins through plasmic oceans.



© Pagan Paul (01/09/17)
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Old poem, rewrite. PPx
Caught Up In The Missing
caught up in the missing

all of the little things

the way that morning treated you

and every conversation

laughter, and that smile

those eyes, the lies

the closeness that i used to feel

your sweet, soft breath matching mine

the way you said my name sometimes

the time that went by to quickly

I even find myself holding out for you

caught up in the missing

it is hard to want anything

having had all that you wanted

and I did I cherished it

never took for granted

all the little things, your soft kisses

the promises and compromises

Every problem we ever faced

getting rent paid,

every goal we set and reached

the future you said that you wanted

caught up in missing

the way you changed

how you chose to leave

the ending and why it happened

the things I shoul've said

caught up in missing
 Oct 2018 S Smoothie
Poetic T
A hundred words
        and more I could
                              "say"

But that look in your eyes
             says it all
   with out words.
(Love poem # 1)
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I speak of them in hushed tones,
my feelings...my written thoughts....
they ought to resemble, exactly describe
what i've seen, or felt, and stored in my brain...
i draw lines, define the contours of your shadow
but, it's not easy to sketch a landscape
of your whole being.....
most times...words are not enough...

with eyes closed...i run my finger
on a blank sheet of paper,
outlining the shape of your face,
down to your neck, far as i remember...
.......................................i get lost,
distracted by your sweet, gentle imperfections...
i may tell of moles, birthmarks, or wrinkles
big or small scars...but, all these don't matter,
you might sing some songs off key, it's okay
for, i'd surely tremble , on hearing again
the high and low of your voice,
.........................God, there's music!
i hear tunes...as soon as you speak
your heart, must be beating with a lilt...

my muse waves at me, as
bolts of inspiration gracefully ebb and flow,
hand and pen quiver a bit, while writing
giving birth to emotions that, rise....and race,
one after the other....while moon, sun and rain,
provide phrases...to express my soul's delight...

on a high point,
i pirouette,
but, i am  careful,
not to lose
..........balance........
  ....or myself...



Sally

Copyright October 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
:::I aim to post a series of love poems
     this whole month of February. Happy,
     tearful, or funny ones...all about love.
     Let's all do. Happy Valentine's Day to all!
 Oct 2018 S Smoothie
Poetic T
virtues silent rythme
whispering sensitiveness
palms are clasped tightly
 Oct 2018 S Smoothie
alex
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 Oct 2018 S Smoothie
alex
I don't hate you. you're as beatiful as a sunrise and your laugh drips with honey and you're everything I've ever wanted to be. but I hate you all the same. because you prance around with your pair of scissors, cutting boys hearts like paper airplanes, snipping them clean in half as they fall out of the sky. you took the boy I've loved from afar for all these years and wrapped him around your finger, tying his heart into a bow. I think it's to remind you of something you lost. I know you'll hurt him, just like you've hurt the others. and when you do, I won't be able to comfort him. he doesn't know me, he doesn't want me to help pick his heart up off the ground. and if, one day, he ever loves me the way I love him, it'll be a broken love. because he never could get over what you did to him. he will never be completely the same. and I hate you for that.
There were days where I wanted you back,
but I knew and always will
Even the best of memories of then fall through...
Because you're gone and I did nothing wrong.

I loved you, I cared,
you still did what I feared
You Left, without explanation
I still to that day,
don't know why...
Thinking without you.

I'll forever cry, without tears in my eyes
You were the only one
I wanted to loved forever,
Other guys that came along
meant nothing, I hope you know.
You were my everything.
wish you still were...
but instead
I'm left with nothing .

But the true I have no one yet
But I was waiting for you
To give to you all my days to you alone,
But you left with another
And you are gone forever.
I loved her and told her, she liked me for a day or two. And I have loved her forever.
 Oct 2018 S Smoothie
Lesedii
Can't move on. Everything reminds me of him and the love we could have had.
I smile to hide the pain but my cheeks hurt.
I'm going nowhere.
Writing makes things better and only makes things worse.
It takes the pain away and it escalates it.
Emotions getting the better of me.
Hating everything and everyone except for him.
He is proud of himself for getting me all worked up.
And I'm disappointed in myself for getting all worked up over a stranger that introduced me to darkness.
That introduced me to pain and anger.
I wish to stop allowing him to **** me over.
But it's like I'm enjoying the pain.
I enjoy getting hurt.
That's the only way to explain why I still love him.
I somehow found pleasure in pain.
That's the only way to explain why I still try.
I'm addicted to the pain.
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