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sitting on my couch
in deep, constant reflection
i fell this overwhelming peace.
this warmth and glow in my body

i'm curious to know it's origins
then as i turn my gaze upwards
i'm a bit cheerful to realize
it's apple pie moonshine
not that bad
Styles Dec 2015
My past tells of the future to come;
  a reflection of my victories, and the things I haven't done.
  a reality of pain, the many mishaps and futures past.
  that what doesn't **** me, will fuel me to kick ***,
  and I can only lose, for as long as I let it last.
Styles Dec 2015
Her
Her lips a dream come true,
        taste like chocolate,
        and plumber than a grape,
        hypnotized by their shape.
Her eyes are something amazing,
        deeper than any ocean,
        their gaze, so amazing
        you'll wish you could never escape.
Her body kills me every time,
        perfection in every curve,
        fits me like a glove,
        the ways she moves is out of this world.
Her secret is her mind,
        how it is connected to mine,
        essential to keeping me in line,
        loves me in ways I don't even deserve.
sage short Dec 2015
I'm so glad we got to where we are
to hold hands
even when we're freezing
to warm each other's hearts
to kisses on rosy lips
and tongues exploring
each other's vast caves
to laughs filled with memories
to small things like
your eyes changing colors
and mine forever remaining blue
to the cliche poems
like this one
to express my love to you
I am so glad we ended up like this
instead of staying strangers
lost in our own stories
because now we're
writing a book
that I hope will
turn into a sequel
Red
Written in white
Sweet flavor soothing
Enter in
To a poem
A conversation
That doesn't have to stay on topic
Reasons are not always
   needed to knowing
what is truth
Tell of good news
This is the power of Jesus Christ
Resurrected from cross to make me just
if I'd be bold to testify He purchased my sin.
Thanking God for making that win
for me it never could have been
listen be glad
Holy Spirit come
Jesus you are freedom
Once weak and wounded
Red
Come to Jesus once again
He loves to share in His great poem
Written in white
Before Gods great throne
Pure in all His light
filled with True Water that giveth life
it's conversation He wants in our soul
Jesus will make you whole
Things don't have to make sense at first. It takes time to get deeper understanding. The purpose to question is always to find hope in some way or another.
Ellie Geneve Sep 2015
And as you held your bags
preparing to leave,

I felt pain

the kind of pain you feel
when a terrible bruise starts to fade away
when you know the worst has passed

don't you get it?
you were my bruise

and despite the pain I felt
I am truly glad you left
Styles Sep 2015
Showing me,
parts of you,
no one else can see.
Through poetry,
these words express
my heart literally.
Styles Sep 2015
The infamy of her love,
         more hurtful than pain.
                seduced by her touch,
                        as I takes her in vein.
                             tantalize my body,
                                   the rush I take in vain.
                                             hypnotize my brain,
                                                  infatuat­ed by her essence,
                                                        ­without her I would go insane.
                                                         ­          enchanted by her red flame,
                                                          ­                    my beautiful Mary Jane.
Jellyfish Jun 2015
I never thought I'd meet someone so intriguing.
He makes my mind go from so serious to dreamy.
It's fascinating how different, can be a good thing.
In a matter of time I was falling asleep,
To a song I'd never heard before.
It was called his laugh.
I'm so glad.
Jason Cole May 2015
some folks got it better than some
some people got it better than none
count my money like i'm countin' sheep
one eye open that's how i sleep

i got a big house and a fancy car
both of 'em got a hell of a bar
when push comes to shove mister talk is cheap
my three dollar shovel runs six feet deep

i'm a smooth operator
what's yours is mine
i'm a mover and a shaker
the devilish kind
start my percolator won't a drop be weak
born to be a taker
i'm playin' for keeps
feels so good
i'm so glad
i'm so bad

my old lady says she needs to be free
but no woman ever gets far from me
my backdoor baby told me she don't care
long as she's able to get her share

well i don't know about you and yours
this life of mine's worth fightin' for
man over yonder sayin' it ain't fair
hey i don't make the rules i just bring 'em to bear

i'm a smooth operator
what's yours is mine
i'm a mover and a shaker
the devilish kind
start my percolator won't a drop be weak
born to be a taker
i'm playin' for keeps
feels so good
i'm so glad
i'm so bad

eye to eye and pound for pound
fist for fist and round to round
i'm the one that gets the doin' did
and it's in season to flip my lid

last one to try me is dead and gone
don't even think of what you're thinkin' on
been there done that is on my mind
worlds unravel when i unwind

i'm a smooth operator
what's yours is mine
i'm a mover and a shaker
the devilish kind
start my percolator won't a drop be weak
born to be a taker
i'm playin' for keeps
feels so good
i'm so glad
i'm so bad

feels so good
i'm so glad
i'm so bad
Another song. Bluesy *****-tonk romp. Inspired by The Sopranos.
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