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Keep your thoughts..

Please wait outside the door,
They were born yesterday, weren't they?
So they knew they would die tomorrow,
And begin the transformation?

Most likely yes,
I must say,
Anything could be a possible title
For a poem, short story, novel,
Play, movie, or album,
Ejected from the womb.
Some are easily forgotten,
Others are spectacularly memorable,
I prefer the ladder meant for the latter.

The prophet's prediction
Couldn't be any more false.

The wholesome one of incomplete parts
Never began at the start.

Give me your thoughts..

Originally written 2/17/11
Revised 10/19/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Inside a dungeon my heart lies quietly
Not beating for anybody
Still waiting for the magic kiss
To make it flutter alive again
But
The first time a man held it
Dropped it and let it break
Since then I couldn't repair it
But I believe if you
Hold my hand tight
Pull me close to you
Give me your strength
Together we could do anything
I believe in you
I believe you can make me believe in us
Reassemble the pieces of my broken heart
Do not let it code of the floor
My heart was a stone
But it's beating again
I thought I would never feel it drum
But…

… Boom
Boom…
…Boom


…Found that extraordinary guy
I simply hope he won't be a lie
Please open my locked heart
Please save my stone heart
Things I never said yet I meant to
like I'm sorry I love and I need you
but now we hardly talk for there is nothing more to say
I wish I never left why didn't I stay
never keep the true feelings inside
Alfredo Prado Sep 2014
Forgetful they call me,a man of few words
Let me be, and forever open doors
Open your soul, open your mind
Travel in your mold,and leave your troubles behind
Lossen up, and be free
Loose the red solo cup, and get a hold of this rolled-up tree
Loose the stress, Let me be your preacher
Take the express, and find your inner creature
Harley Ginsberg Sep 2014
but am i really alone?
I've got ghouls, and monsters, and demons
bottled up in me
and when everyones gone
they come out
and haunt me
they taunt the dark night
searching for anything
anyone
everything
to be with
cause they are tired of being alone
and alone is what they will always be
we'll never be alone
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2014
You said you weren't designed
To be someone's husband
Or someone's father.

And God, I said, me neither.
But didn't it **** me
To know
We will never be
Anything
I have wanted.


F.Z.N
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