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Maria Etre Jun 2016
I have always dreamt of a lover
whose complexion teases mine
with its darkness
that sun-kissed muscular
physique

I have always dreamt of a lover
whose arms embrace me
pull my pieces together
after I myself have been shattered

I have always dreamt of a lover
who will "woo me with his words" (quoted)
as I fall into slumber after a drunken night

I have always dreamt of a lover
who will draw me and curve my silhouette
into the most beautiful muses

I have always dreamt
isn't that the best
part?
Maria Etre Jun 2016
She's angry boys
looks like we're burning fast
"lighter noise"

There goes Larry
he was always toasty
and with that drink,
I think it's a beautiful death

Here we go
into the purse
I wonder, where she'd forget us this time
or if we'll soak up her drunken
thoughts

It's 5 am, have some mercy on your lungs!
Oh, I am the last one
struggling to stand up straight
in that crumpled pack
half awake, half dead,
swinging between sleeplessness
and drunkenness

I welcome my fate
I want to dilute in her breath
I want to kiss her with sunrise
I wish I my nicotine would mend her thoughts
I wish my filter, would cleanse
that stress
I want her to exhale cremated
bits and pieces of me
with the crisp breeze of dawn

Alas, I am burning
along with her awareness
along with her energy
she kisses me
one last time
I burn
I burned
along with
her night
Oh,
I burned
Maria Etre May 2016
She longed to love
today she loves
with all her love,
a different kind of love
the love that the world needs
over and over

I am not saying she doesn't love
of course she does
she loves in a different love than
the other love
a love that her friends know

She's full of love
the love they love to receive
the love that colors your days
the kind of love that loves to love
the biggest of loves

With all that love
she still longs for the love of lovers
the love for the love of
the love for the insanity of
the love for the recklessness for
the greatest of loves

She's full of love
but longs for that love
the one with the brown hair
and the hazel eyes
that
kind
of
love
Maria Etre Jan 2016
You blow my rationale
like the angry wind
stripping me
from logic

You step into my garden
of innocence
coloring my dull being
with every footprint

You awaken my dormant nature
blossoming every flower
sprinkling spring
everywhere

You kiss my hibernating heart
warming it from the crisp
cold winter outside

You ripple emotions
across my vast body
triggering a field
of goosebumps

You walk your fingers
untangling my curls
as they stroll from my nape
upwards

You trace paths
along my face
drawing a perfect picture
of beauty
your
beauty
Cody Haag Nov 2015
This is not a poem, just letting you know.

Do I believe in a god?
The short answer: not really.

    Now, allow me to expand. I can't believe in a god anymore. Evolution is very understandable, if you really open your mind to it. The idea isn't that humans evolved directly from monkeys, but that monkeys and humans share a common ancestor. Other than that, according to the bible, Earth is a lot younger than is reasonable; scientists are able to test dirt, and rock, to date the age of our planet. Many Christians believe the earth to be only 6000 - 15000 years old. That is ridiculous. By testing ancient rock in Australia, scientists have determined that Earth is probably around 4.54 billion years old.

    Another scientific reason that I believe God, and religion, is probably malarkey, is that there isn't a single speck of proof. Supposed miracles aren't proof. Faith is not proof. There is NO proof. Also, the fact that scientists can strip down most anything and look at the chemicals and other substances that make it up seems to go against the idea that an all-powerful, perfect creator poofed everything into existence. Scientists are able to explain how everything happens - gravity, orbiting, radiation, etc.

    If it was all created by a magical being, I think it'd be impossible to analyze and pick apart the way we've managed to. We've managed to cure diseases, increase life spans, and do remarkable things with science, and yet it is all dismissed. There are more scientific reasons I don't believe, but let's move on.

    I also have ethical objections; I don't believe that an "all-loving" god would subject young children to cancer, ravage innocent people with natural disasters, or **** a bunch of Egyptian adults/children because the pharaoh refuses to listen to God. That's right, I'm citing Exodus 11:5, when God proclaims that all first-born sons will die if the pharaoh will not allow the Jewish people to leave.

    I don't understand how an all-loving god would allow ******, ****, and other atrocities. I don't understand why an all-loving god would create some of his children as homosexuals only to **** them for something that they cannot alter. I don't understand why an all-loving god would proclaim women as inferior, and say that slaves must be obedient to their masters. I believe that we are at a point, as the human species, that these things and whether they're ethical is being brought to the fore-front of discussion.

    Quite simply: I don't believe in God. I can't anymore, and I refuse to even entertain the idea. If there is a god, he is either cruel, or very detached and nonchalant. Others may believe as they want, but I believe that the wrong type of religious people are holding us back as a species; preaching hate, delivering scripture meant to inferiorate and belittle people with differences. If religion can alter itself, and become more facilitating, more loving, more encouraging, then perhaps it will no longer hold us back.

    But right now, it is. And that's MY belief.
This is a thought journal, not poetry. Well, I guess it's poetry. But not really. More like a blog post.
Arcassin B Nov 2015
by Arcassin Burnham


When her hair flows out the window,
it's just much different,
in this difficult reality is a curse we all
follow,
and live in,
her beautiful spirit is the only thing
that drives me sane,
when I can't maintain,
putting eyes on her pain
and the flaws that a blind man can see,
we could all feel the strain,
thinking out loud but too sure of myself,
that maybe one day we'll get married on
a beach,
giving up faith,
I bless the day I met you,
Hearts in your eyes,
Measure of time with no wealth,
but love at first sight,
I'm suffocating,
I'm out of breath,
a love with no help,
an army at your finger tips,
non of the men can kiss your lips like i can,
I can,  I will,
be the one to fulfill,
desires were always ordeal.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2015/11/beautiful-soul.html
Wade Lancaster Aug 2015
What Good Is

What good is speech
When you are not heard
What good is hearing
When you can not listen
What good is thinking
When you have no thought
What good is seeing
When there is darkness
What good is feeling
When you feel nothing
What good is hope
When you are hopeless
What good is peace
When there is none
What good is life
When you can not live
What good is caring
When you can not care
What good is dreaming
When you have no dreams
What good is good
When you are not
What good is…
Permalink http://lancasterwade.wordpress.com/2015/07/13/what-good-is/. "Once you command your own sea you command everything."  Good is a state of mind where you have absolute belief in yourself.
Wade Lancaster Aug 2015
This is goodbye.
I am going to try and forget you, to live my life without you.

To not use you in my words, my writings, my songs.
I am truly sorry about this "apostrophe."

Certainly you had your place in my world.

Many times you were there, for me, for many others too.

You occur when a speaker breaks off from addressing the audience.
And directs speech to an absent third party.
Often it is a personified abstract quality or inanimate object which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.

However, you keep me from writing positive words like "Can, Will, Have and Is", among others.

I have come to realize, your best friend... "Not" is an important part of you.
Still one should never discard even a part of a best friend, something you do, when you become part of speaking and writing.

This may not be goodbye completely.

Simple because you were taught to me to be a part of my words.
I cannot blame teachers or writers.
I can only blame myself.

Nevertheless, I have the will to choose.
Therefore, I will make every effort to remove you when I read.
When I speak and when I think. I have that ability.
Permalink: https://lancasterwade.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/apostrophe/
Arcassin B Jul 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

She,
She was only one that knew everything,
She was only one that knew everything
That I was,
She,
She could take the pain away,
She could take the pain away
that was inside of me,
She,
She knew my flaws and my weaknesses,
She knew my flaws and my weaknesses,
Without a curse,
I,
I wanna say that I miss her,
I wanna say that I miss her and I miss her dearly,

With a rose and two stones,
From here to Illinois,
Swear I regret the choise,
Of not seeing you when you left,
And it all but me hard,
I miss the sweetness in your voice,
Even sometimes when you were sour,
I'd love the feeling right now to kiss you all over your face,
I can kick out alot of things but its you I can't replace,
I miss you.
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