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xmxrgxncy Jan 2016
One for the girl who doesn't want it

Two for the boy who does

Three for the man who shuns it and scorns it

Four for the grandma who knits

Five for the uncle who's ma's disappointment

Six for the burdened mother

Seven for the cousin who's the runt of the litter

Eight for the sister who's drowned in a shadow

Nine for the godmother whose hands are *******

And Ten.

TEN.

For the boy who happens to make my heart sing

and ten more for the boy

who has angel wings.
Only he will get how this point system works...:P
Crysta Gingras Jan 2016
Beautiful
You are beautiful
Let me try to describe
You are cute and charming
And alarmingly disarming
You’re elegantly delightful
With a twist of fascinating magnificence
Your smile is alluringly dazzling
Your words keep me in suspense
There’s a wonderful admiration
In the way you are delicate and pretty
With a fire I know you hold inside
You demand anything but pity
Comely and angelic
You’re ravishing and divine
You’re the most pulchritudinous woman I’ve ever met
And I so wish to call you mine <3
Good morning my Angel
Lizley Jan 2016
In another dimension you could take heed of her dreams;
                  a desire no deeper than a pair of wings
                  praying she can soar the skies, again,
                  like airplanes do
                  because even the fallens are angels too
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog) 
|01.27.2016|
A sinner writes to God.
Crysta Gingras Jan 2016
The apple that grows high,
Red
The sunset marking the end,
Orange
The flower that brightens the home,
Yellow
The tractor that pulls the fields,
Green
The ball in Fido’s maw,
Blue
The fish that swims in cold waters,
Indigo
The galaxy shining high overhead,
Violet
These are the colors of our world
They shine and glow
Vibrant and joyful
They give life to the dull
Their meaning together
Is one of love
And passion
As they shine above
In an order they encourage compassion
These colors don’t define us
They don’t give us a label
Their meaning is pure
Any argument contrarily, unstable
A rainbow dances
It shines and gives joy
There is no group
That should use it as a ploy
It’s symbol is a promise
One made out to us long ago
Let me use this symbol now
To really let you know
I promise not to hurt you
I promise to never let you go
I promise now to push through
Any trials we’ll have in tow
I promise to not give up
Even when the going gets tougher
I’m promising you here
That though the road will get rougher
And won’t always be sunshine and rainbows
I will stick it through with you
I promise, from my head down to my toes
Good morning to my Angel
Viseract Jan 2016
Tweedle-dum, tweedle-dire,
I met a man who was all fire
"I fight for justice, I seek revenge,
I use violence to avenge".

Tweedle-dum, tweedle-dice
I met a man who was like ice
"I use my words to get my way
My tongue is a whip and you will pay".

Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dallow,
I met a man who was a shadow
"I keep secrets in the night,
Never exposing them to the light."

Tweedle-dee, he looked lost,
This angel I knew called Permafrost
"I do what I must to provide good advice,
Fate can wait and chance is but a dice."

Tweedle-o, oh I dare,
To tell you about a demon named Nightmare
"To **** you is my ultimate goal,
I'll bleed you out and devour your soul."

Tweedle-o, tweedle roolf,
I was surprised to meet a wolf
"I supply to those in need,
I protect and defend this wolf-pack I lead".

I realise I've been talking to myself
"Who am I, or am I someone else?"

I laugh and smile as I figure, in the end,
That I already know who I am

All of them, and they make me
I am Conor:
A wolf, an angel, a demon,
Two opposites and
A shadow
All under my name

Tweedle-o, that was easy,
Now you know what makes me.... me.

:)
seems a little bit childish, but it fits :) enjoy. Oh, and before I go.... this one is to all my friends. I'm not that much of a mystery. Shock, horror, I'm not actually that complicated... *faint*
Jacob Smith Jan 2016
Arms wrapped around me
Scent so intoxicating
Smile ever so gorgeous
Crysta Gingras Jan 2016
Hush now
Don’t wake up
The phone gives a buzz
A snore gives the pup
Close your eyes
Go back to bed
This isn’t a wake-up call
Just a morning scrawl
To say thank you my angel
For staying up late
Through most the night
For our “phone date”
This poem is rough
I apologize for the phrasing
I just can’t get enough
You’re just so gosh-**** amazing
Good morning my Angel
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