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Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
Blinded by fake-ups and look-sees
Brainwashed by surgeries and fakeries
Withheld by ridiculous ideals
Restrictions aided by societal feels

To them she was an outcast
But she was my Aphrodite
They could jest all they wanted
But I was taking home this deity

To remove all the tussles
Seive out the floccs
Solve all the puzzles
Open my Pandora's box

Whatever I found I wouldn't fright
Rather I think I'd take delight
Take me oh seductress to your chamber
Of your soul I'd love to be a member

Where they saw flaws I saw beauty
I saw angels doing their duty
They thought what I saw microscopic
I thought their primitive minds myopic

This strange creature unlike any I'd seen
Had pulled my heart and tugged at the seam
As she tore it open all I could find
Was I was a goner and I didn't mind

Her beauty had left me mindless
My entire being insentient
I could all but do her bidding
To this I was very willing
Bryan Amerila May 2016
For*  Marianne, a  woman  with  an  unusual  heart

I know her, perhaps by a pinch of night air,
Because we share the same music, same voice that night in Guadalupe,
After a day of toils for hearts climbing upon ladders, unending stairs.

I know her, perhaps half of those golden strings,
Because we share the same air of jollity that day in Enchanted kingdom,
Gasping for air, breathing faintly, yet enthralled by the twists and turns of magic.

The heart most tried is the strongest, like the gold tested in fire,
I know her.

I know her, perhaps the fullness of the orange moon,
Because we share the same water under the canopy of azure skies, that brief reprieve the El  Nido offers,
Sharing the same tongue of honesty we speak that night, I respect her.

I know her, perhaps more than she knows herself,
But that’s an unforgivable lie, indescribable it is to fathom a woman with an unusual heart,
Because hers, speaks of metaphors.
05.03.2016
Cade Apr 2016
Enchant me, ensnare me,
(but do not mistake this) I am still wild,
still free,
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Feb 2016
One day I will look back at this moment and say "Gosh! I was crazy".
However, this is one moment that has just found its permanent post in my memory lane.
I will cherish it always and only share it with those who will understand.
Everything around me starts to sing,
Everything’s like an enchanted dream,

As the faerie dragons dance together,

I feel the warmth of their light beam.

All the little creatures gather round

I'll tell you a story about a romance
About a sparkle and a flame who burned
As bright as the faerie dragon dance.
Anaya Ava Dec 2015
He was the heaven's creation
He carried the winds in his hair
And the ocean's untold stories in his eyes
His smile spilled sunshine
His words melted the stars
His footsteps left stardust
His presence spread sparkles
He was magic
He was kindness,
He was compassion,
He was love
All in one.
And when the sky split,
The thunders roared and asked her
How dare she, a mere human
call him, her own?
She knew not the answer
Of how she stumbled upon this gem
She looked up at the skies
And smiled back in gratitude
And the rains washed away her tears.
MissMew Oct 2015
Sometimes,
I think about what the world would be like,
If you weren't in it.
The grass would still grow,
The tides will still turn,
Children would still laugh,
and birds would still sing.
Time would continue to proceed,
The earth would continue to spin,
and life would progress without you.
That is a reality I could not bear,
Because not for one moment could I wish,
A world without you.
Not for another,
Would I want to.
Frosted silver whisper
melt this shielded sore
enlighten my dormant soul
heal this stone once more
.
Reckless raw emotions
tasteless heat, empty mirrors
extinct frenzy, I dare,
dazzle me with your glare
.
Overwhelming moon
such a romantic delirium
alluring shooting stars I seek,
my voice to them wishes to speak.
.
The night lost the blues,
magic labyrinth lost the clues
royal keys were once stolen
enchanted tower got broken
.
Affectionate soul, my Amber Angel
the sharp flakes and memories
scattered they must be
through the silky roses once loved
close by our Enchanted Tree

© Christina Philipe
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